Fanfic: The Call, Marshaled Forces
"You know why I moved from South Africa to Zootopia?" Bogo asked Wilde, who was standing beside the chief in front of the station house, as the rest of the precinct's officers finished coming together in ranked rows, helping each other fit themselves into hazardous chemicals gear hastily requisitioned from Zootopia General. The sky was growing red in the east, promise of the dawn to come. Bogo wondered if Zootopia would still be standing by the time it set again.
"Never thought to ask, Chief," Wilde answered, his own fox sized suit hanging half around his waist. Somehow he'd obtained a cup of Stardoes coffee in the chaos after announcing his friend's discovery of Volkov's location, though from the way his tail and ears were both drooping, the stuff wasn't having much effect.
"Because I got to thinking that there wasn't much difference between the police and the military back home," Bogo answered. "I don't like the idea of police running around with assault rifles just to keep the peace. I wanted to be somewhere better than that."
"If we can get through this morning, maybe you still can," Wilde said.
Bogo grunted, and then turned his attention to his officers, now finally prepared. "Listen up!" he shouted, voice booming in his best parade ground shout. "We are dealing with a major terrorist threat now. Going by the information we've been provided, it looks like Volkov and her gang intend to dump liquid Night Hunter into the city's main water supply. If we do not stop her, every predator and possibly every prey who drinks from a tap this morning will be at each other's throats, and we will have no way of telling them apart from unaffected citizens until they choose to act on their impulses. We must stop Volkov before that happens.
"We will proceed forward from here to Cliffside Asylum. Once we get there, I want you all completely buttoned up, with not one square inch of skin or fur exposed. That means you use your tail bags." He paused at the general groan from the officers. "Also keep your eyes on your partners. If you even think they've been hit by a round or otherwise exposed to Night Hunter, hit them with the Night Howler antidote injector pens that the hospital has provided us. Furthermore, until I give express orders, you will confine yourselves to less than lethal force. That means trank rounds or tazers. I know the stakes here, but we are here to serve justice, not extract vengeance. Never forget that.
"Your priorities are as follows: First and foremost, prevent the dumping of the suspected containers of Night Hunter into the river. Second, arrest and detain the suspect known as Volkov and any of her associates, especially the ones involved in the assault on Officer Hopps and the kidnapping of her parents. Third, secure the safety of the civilian informant in the asylum. Officer Wilde will provide a description."
Wilde stepped forward. "Our civilian informant is a Fennec fox named Finnick. Yeah, that's an alias, no I don't what his real name his. He didn't offer it, I never asked. He's about a foot and a half tall, with golden brown fur and brown eyes. He's a genetic dwarf, so he's an adult but can pass as a kit. So short, light brown, really big ears. He's also kind of an asshole on the best of days, and this is not one of his better days. He reported being hit with the Night Hunter poison, so you are to assume he is dangerous and not in control of his emotions and actions." Wilde paused and ducked his head briefly, before continuing. "He's also one of my two best friends in the world, and he's in a lot of trouble. My other best friend is in the hospital and might not ever wake up. I don't want to lose either of them, understand?"
There was a genera murmur of sympathy from the gathered officers. Wilde swiped the back of his palm over his eyes once, then stepped back to allow Bogo to continue.
"All right!" the chief shouted again. "You know the plan, you have the training. Let's do this right, and keep Zootopia's citizens safe. Now mount up!" Bogo waved for Wilde to join him in the nearest police cruiser. As soon as they were both strapped in, Bogo hit the accelerator, heading out onto the boulevard, a line of cruisers and trucks behind them, police lights remaining off for now and the headed into the pre-dawn darkness.
"What's the old saying?" Wilde asked, looking at the deep red glow growing in the east. "Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning?"
"Meant there was a lot of water in the atmosphere, and the day's heat would soon stir it up into a storm," Bogo rumbled. "A big one."
"Yeah," Wilde agreed, and pulled his suit up, face hidden behind the suit's built in rubber mask, "a big one."
They rode on into the dawn.
"Never thought to ask, Chief," Wilde answered, his own fox sized suit hanging half around his waist. Somehow he'd obtained a cup of Stardoes coffee in the chaos after announcing his friend's discovery of Volkov's location, though from the way his tail and ears were both drooping, the stuff wasn't having much effect.
"Because I got to thinking that there wasn't much difference between the police and the military back home," Bogo answered. "I don't like the idea of police running around with assault rifles just to keep the peace. I wanted to be somewhere better than that."
"If we can get through this morning, maybe you still can," Wilde said.
Bogo grunted, and then turned his attention to his officers, now finally prepared. "Listen up!" he shouted, voice booming in his best parade ground shout. "We are dealing with a major terrorist threat now. Going by the information we've been provided, it looks like Volkov and her gang intend to dump liquid Night Hunter into the city's main water supply. If we do not stop her, every predator and possibly every prey who drinks from a tap this morning will be at each other's throats, and we will have no way of telling them apart from unaffected citizens until they choose to act on their impulses. We must stop Volkov before that happens.
"We will proceed forward from here to Cliffside Asylum. Once we get there, I want you all completely buttoned up, with not one square inch of skin or fur exposed. That means you use your tail bags." He paused at the general groan from the officers. "Also keep your eyes on your partners. If you even think they've been hit by a round or otherwise exposed to Night Hunter, hit them with the Night Howler antidote injector pens that the hospital has provided us. Furthermore, until I give express orders, you will confine yourselves to less than lethal force. That means trank rounds or tazers. I know the stakes here, but we are here to serve justice, not extract vengeance. Never forget that.
"Your priorities are as follows: First and foremost, prevent the dumping of the suspected containers of Night Hunter into the river. Second, arrest and detain the suspect known as Volkov and any of her associates, especially the ones involved in the assault on Officer Hopps and the kidnapping of her parents. Third, secure the safety of the civilian informant in the asylum. Officer Wilde will provide a description."
Wilde stepped forward. "Our civilian informant is a Fennec fox named Finnick. Yeah, that's an alias, no I don't what his real name his. He didn't offer it, I never asked. He's about a foot and a half tall, with golden brown fur and brown eyes. He's a genetic dwarf, so he's an adult but can pass as a kit. So short, light brown, really big ears. He's also kind of an asshole on the best of days, and this is not one of his better days. He reported being hit with the Night Hunter poison, so you are to assume he is dangerous and not in control of his emotions and actions." Wilde paused and ducked his head briefly, before continuing. "He's also one of my two best friends in the world, and he's in a lot of trouble. My other best friend is in the hospital and might not ever wake up. I don't want to lose either of them, understand?"
There was a genera murmur of sympathy from the gathered officers. Wilde swiped the back of his palm over his eyes once, then stepped back to allow Bogo to continue.
"All right!" the chief shouted again. "You know the plan, you have the training. Let's do this right, and keep Zootopia's citizens safe. Now mount up!" Bogo waved for Wilde to join him in the nearest police cruiser. As soon as they were both strapped in, Bogo hit the accelerator, heading out onto the boulevard, a line of cruisers and trucks behind them, police lights remaining off for now and the headed into the pre-dawn darkness.
"What's the old saying?" Wilde asked, looking at the deep red glow growing in the east. "Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning?"
"Meant there was a lot of water in the atmosphere, and the day's heat would soon stir it up into a storm," Bogo rumbled. "A big one."
"Yeah," Wilde agreed, and pulled his suit up, face hidden behind the suit's built in rubber mask, "a big one."
They rode on into the dawn.