Fanfic: Mammal of Interest (Zootopia, PoI, PG-13)
“Dispatch, Van Three is 10-76 to Zootopia Penitentiary,” Judy said crisply into the mike in the seat beside Nick, as he guided the van out of the police lot and into Zootopia's early morning traffic. “ETA ten minutes.”
10-4, Van Three, Clauhauser replied back at Precinct One. Have fun!
“Oh, oodles,” Nick said, once Judy had clicked off. “Can't wait to see Smellwether's face when she finds out the chief chose us to transfer her over to the feds.” The fox grinned over to his bunny partner.
“Try not to gloat too much,” she replied, even though her own mouth was turning up in a smile. “Bellwether probably isn't looking forward to a federal terrorism hearing.”
Nick lifted up his sunglasses to glance over at Judy briefly. “Don't tell me you're actually feeling sorry for her?”
“Maybe just a little,” she admitted. “I mean, what she did to all those predators was unforgivable, but she might not have been pushed over the edge if she'd been treated right by Mayor Lionheart. I can't believe she acted evilly for no reason.”
The fox officer just shook his head. “You just like to think the best of everyone, Carrots.”
“Don't worry, I've got you to keep my ears on straight,” she replied.
“I shall be cynical for the both of us then,” he replied, putting his paw over his heart briefly. He shut up as traffic began to build up, guiding the van with the occasional mutter at the cars in front of them. “This thing drives like a whale. Wish we could have used a police cruiser for this.”
“Sure you don't want me to take over?” she teased. “Or put on a set of training wheels?”
“I got this,” he muttered. “I didn't need to know how to drive before I applied to the ZPD. When did you pick it up, farmer bunny?”
Judy did laugh then. “You learn early on the farm. I was driving our family's combine before I was thirteen.”
“Yeah, yeah. Uphill, both ways, in the snow,” he growled. Then they finally came to the turnoff for the Zoo Pen, a windowless concrete building behind triple electric fences topped with barbed wire. The two officers both passed their ID's and paperwork to the tiger guards manning the front gate, and after a few moments were waved in. Nick pulled up at the front doors, hopping out and waving his tail briefly to work out the stress kinks. He saluted briefly as the warden, a middle-aged elephant, came out to meet them. “Transferring Prisoner THX-6118 from Zootopia Penitentiary to meet Homeplains Security at Zootopia International Airport.”
“They just send the two of you?” the warden rumbled.
“Two escorting officers is standard for a single prisoner transfer scenario, sir,” Judy said brightly.
Nick nodded and then added, “I think we can handle one little sheep in pawcuffs.”
The warden shrugged, and waved to a camera mounted over the prison entrance. The heavy steel door trundled back, revealing Bellwether, dressed in a bright orange prison jumpsuit, wearing wrist and leg irons, flanked by two guards. When she caught sight of Nick and Judy, her downcast face suddenly twisted into a snarl. “You two!” she snapped. Her eyes widened in surprise as she caught sight of Nick. “What are you doing in that uniform?” she demanded.
Nick grinned gave her his best regulation salute, “Officer Nicholas P. Wilde at your service, Madam Ex-Mayor.”
“Nick decided to join the ZPD after you were arrested,” Judy said. While Judy didn't normally have a malicious bone in her little bunny body, Nick thought her smile was just a tad smug as she told Bellwether this.
“A fox police officer? I don't believe it!” Bellwether snarled.
“Hey, this is Zootopia. Where anyone can be...”
“Save it!” Bellwether shrugged off her guards and shuffled forward. Judy helped into the van and secured her to the passenger seat in the middle of a small, box-like steel transport cell, while Nick finished signing off paperwork with the warden.
“Want me to drive?” she asked, as the both hopped back into the van.
“I got it,” he told her. “I'm not gonna get better if I don't practice.” He put the van into gear with a jerk and pulled out into traffic.
Judy looked at him. “You sure you don't want me to drive? You're a little rough with the gearshift.”
“Totally worth it,” he assured her, shoving it into second. When the van lurched again he was rewarded with a loud ow! from the rear compartment, as Bellwether's head bounced off the back of her seat. He squinted into the rising sun as the approached the exit ramp leading to the freeway and the airport. A female Persian leopard in a bright orange safety vest and hard hat was laying out traffic cones, blocking the exit and earning frustrated honks from the rush hour traffic. “Seriously, road work at this hour?” he asked. He starting punching up an alternate route into the GPS mounted on the van's dash. “Carrots, tell dispatch we're diverting.”
“Right,” Judy said. She picked the radio mike, and started to report. “Dispatch, this Van Three. We're diverting onto Cloudleap Ave. to avoid an obstruc... Nick, look out!”
Nick slammed on the brakes, throwing them both against their seat belts, as a figure ran out into the street in front of the van. It was a tall, dark furred wolf, dressed in a sharp business suit, a gas mask covering his face. Nick had just enough time to think, Wow, that's a nice suit, before the grenade launcher in the wolf's arms fired, and van's windshield shattered into a thousand pieces.
10-4, Van Three, Clauhauser replied back at Precinct One. Have fun!
“Oh, oodles,” Nick said, once Judy had clicked off. “Can't wait to see Smellwether's face when she finds out the chief chose us to transfer her over to the feds.” The fox grinned over to his bunny partner.
“Try not to gloat too much,” she replied, even though her own mouth was turning up in a smile. “Bellwether probably isn't looking forward to a federal terrorism hearing.”
Nick lifted up his sunglasses to glance over at Judy briefly. “Don't tell me you're actually feeling sorry for her?”
“Maybe just a little,” she admitted. “I mean, what she did to all those predators was unforgivable, but she might not have been pushed over the edge if she'd been treated right by Mayor Lionheart. I can't believe she acted evilly for no reason.”
The fox officer just shook his head. “You just like to think the best of everyone, Carrots.”
“Don't worry, I've got you to keep my ears on straight,” she replied.
“I shall be cynical for the both of us then,” he replied, putting his paw over his heart briefly. He shut up as traffic began to build up, guiding the van with the occasional mutter at the cars in front of them. “This thing drives like a whale. Wish we could have used a police cruiser for this.”
“Sure you don't want me to take over?” she teased. “Or put on a set of training wheels?”
“I got this,” he muttered. “I didn't need to know how to drive before I applied to the ZPD. When did you pick it up, farmer bunny?”
Judy did laugh then. “You learn early on the farm. I was driving our family's combine before I was thirteen.”
“Yeah, yeah. Uphill, both ways, in the snow,” he growled. Then they finally came to the turnoff for the Zoo Pen, a windowless concrete building behind triple electric fences topped with barbed wire. The two officers both passed their ID's and paperwork to the tiger guards manning the front gate, and after a few moments were waved in. Nick pulled up at the front doors, hopping out and waving his tail briefly to work out the stress kinks. He saluted briefly as the warden, a middle-aged elephant, came out to meet them. “Transferring Prisoner THX-6118 from Zootopia Penitentiary to meet Homeplains Security at Zootopia International Airport.”
“They just send the two of you?” the warden rumbled.
“Two escorting officers is standard for a single prisoner transfer scenario, sir,” Judy said brightly.
Nick nodded and then added, “I think we can handle one little sheep in pawcuffs.”
The warden shrugged, and waved to a camera mounted over the prison entrance. The heavy steel door trundled back, revealing Bellwether, dressed in a bright orange prison jumpsuit, wearing wrist and leg irons, flanked by two guards. When she caught sight of Nick and Judy, her downcast face suddenly twisted into a snarl. “You two!” she snapped. Her eyes widened in surprise as she caught sight of Nick. “What are you doing in that uniform?” she demanded.
Nick grinned gave her his best regulation salute, “Officer Nicholas P. Wilde at your service, Madam Ex-Mayor.”
“Nick decided to join the ZPD after you were arrested,” Judy said. While Judy didn't normally have a malicious bone in her little bunny body, Nick thought her smile was just a tad smug as she told Bellwether this.
“A fox police officer? I don't believe it!” Bellwether snarled.
“Hey, this is Zootopia. Where anyone can be...”
“Save it!” Bellwether shrugged off her guards and shuffled forward. Judy helped into the van and secured her to the passenger seat in the middle of a small, box-like steel transport cell, while Nick finished signing off paperwork with the warden.
“Want me to drive?” she asked, as the both hopped back into the van.
“I got it,” he told her. “I'm not gonna get better if I don't practice.” He put the van into gear with a jerk and pulled out into traffic.
Judy looked at him. “You sure you don't want me to drive? You're a little rough with the gearshift.”
“Totally worth it,” he assured her, shoving it into second. When the van lurched again he was rewarded with a loud ow! from the rear compartment, as Bellwether's head bounced off the back of her seat. He squinted into the rising sun as the approached the exit ramp leading to the freeway and the airport. A female Persian leopard in a bright orange safety vest and hard hat was laying out traffic cones, blocking the exit and earning frustrated honks from the rush hour traffic. “Seriously, road work at this hour?” he asked. He starting punching up an alternate route into the GPS mounted on the van's dash. “Carrots, tell dispatch we're diverting.”
“Right,” Judy said. She picked the radio mike, and started to report. “Dispatch, this Van Three. We're diverting onto Cloudleap Ave. to avoid an obstruc... Nick, look out!”
Nick slammed on the brakes, throwing them both against their seat belts, as a figure ran out into the street in front of the van. It was a tall, dark furred wolf, dressed in a sharp business suit, a gas mask covering his face. Nick had just enough time to think, Wow, that's a nice suit, before the grenade launcher in the wolf's arms fired, and van's windshield shattered into a thousand pieces.