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Cops And Crisis Chapter 1
So this is the infamous ZPD Academy. I look look at the building, grinning. I'm glad I have made it this far, and I hope I will come out of this with the same amount of limbs I went in with. I glance to my left, seeing two other recruits taking in the building along with me, a red fox, who I recognized from somewhere, but couldn't remember, and a tigress, hugging who I presume to be her parents.
"So," I say to my friend nearest me. "You think I can survive six months of what has been described to be hell on earth?"
"Ehhhhhhh.. I'll be honest, You're mentally prepared, but boy, this is gonna suck." He replies, patting my stomach to emphasize a point.
"How many recruits are in my class again?"
"Six... You, the red fox over there... and four other poor souls."
I sigh, picking up my bag and walking towards the polar bear that has been watching us since we got here.
"Seya buddy, call me if you need moral support!" I hear behind me, glancing over my shoulder to see Shawn walking away.
Ya know, this may not be that bad, I'm not in the worst of shape, and hopefully I can put up with the constant stress. I dismiss my thoughts as I approach the bear, who is grinning.
"Morning recruit, who are you?"
"Robertson Ma'am."
"Robertson... You're bunked with White."
"Who's white if I may ask?"
"Australian, Dingo."
"Alright, so do I wait here until the rest of them show up orrrrrrr..."
"Wait here, officially your my problem beginning at seven, and it's only six thirty."
I turn to my phone, deciding to flick through my phone to let the time pass. It goes quicker then I expected, with the five others eventually strolling up.
Alrighty... Dingo, tigress, red fox, doe red deer, and a grizzly bear. The digio is White, so I wonder wh-
"Alright princesses! It's seven, and you are officially my problem now! Ground rules. One, read the handbook, the details and many many regulations of your chosen profession are in there. Two, you listen to me, I expect you to call me Ma'am when addressing me! Three, you can tap out at any point, if you want out come to me and you can get out, zero questions asked. Four, I don't give a rats ass who you like or hate, if I get the hint that anyone here is being targeted, it will be delt with. Clear?!" The polar bear roars, interupting my thoughts.
A short response of the recruits of Yes ma'am's comes to which she smiles and continues.
"Alright, I'm Ursula, you will address me as ma'am, and I will call you by your last names. You may notice this is a small class. That is due to some budget cuts, and the fact that Precinct one needs exactly six officers. As long as all of you pass your training, you will all be assigned to Precinct one. Alright, introduce yourselves."
I quickly glance around, seeing a sly grin form on the fox's face. Oh boy one of these, we are going to get along great.
"Hello all, I am the one and the only Nicolas Wilde, the saivor of the city." He says giving a bow.
The rest of the recruits look at each other with puzzled faces, while I just stand there and chuckle, now remembering exactly where I remember the fox from.
"Anyways, on from him, I'm Logan, Logan White, just moved 'ere from 'straya, and I'm looking to get back to work!" The dingo says, quite excited.
"Hi, I'm Jessica." The tigress mumbles quickly.
"Hi, I'm Sydney, I somewhat didn't expect to be here today." The doe exclaims, I chuckle at her enthusiasm.
"Yo, I'm Ethan." The grizzly says, giving a wave.
"Well guess that leaves me. Hi, I'm Cameron, recently moved here, decided to join the police force cause that's what I was looking about doing before I moved here." I inform, looking around at the faces.
"Alright, room-mates... Robertson and White, Wilde and Murphy, Fowler and Manning." Ursula says, reading off of the list." You have the night to get acquainted to your bunks, I expect all of you on the field at 7:15 sharp."
After another round of 'Yes Ma'am's' we all head off towards the bunks, chatting about what we're doing.
"Who here's finished college or university?" White asks, to which I, Manning, and Fowler respond.
"What you major in?"
"I majored in astrophysics, but now I realize that probably wasn't the best idea." Sydney says, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Too many people doing the same thing?" I ask, taking a bite out of a granola bar. "I did civil, chemical, and then nuclear engineering out of the Royal Military College, did four years and was honourably discharged."
"Nuclear engineering?" Murphy inquires.
"Figured I'd get a job working one of the nuclear power plants somewhere in North America, theeen I found out you need a physics degree."
"Man you would be overworked at that point, anyways, I went through medical school, got a licence to practice." Jessica comments.
"Okay I got my nicknames for the three of you." Nick says, grinning smugly. "Doc, Engi, and Medic."
"Couuuuld be worse." I inform, seeing the looks of annoyance on the girls faces.
They silently agree before ducking into the first bunk. Man, I'm loving this Nick guy, we are going to get along well.
"I'll bid you two adeu." I say as I swing into my bunk room.
"Alright White, time for the decision that will decide how we sleep for the next six months." I say dropping my bag and spinning around. "Top or bottom bunk?"
Twenty minutes later I'm seated in one of the common areas. Across from me is White and a chessboard, and flanking us are the other four recruits.
"Aaaand Check." I say, moving my bishop to check him.
Man he's scanning that board for a way out so bad, too bad he doesn't know I win the chess championship three years in a row.
"Fuck, top bunks yours." He says, conceding. "I almost fucking checked you, if I had only moved my knight to block that escape." He laments, as I fist pump.
"Alright where are the showers, I want at least eight hours of sleep for tomorrow." I ask, leaning back forwards in my chair.
"Yea bad news bub." Wilde says, patting me on the shoulder. "They're unisex."
I watch looks of embarrassment creep across the others face.
"What? Afraid you'll walk in and see me in all my glory?" I retort, standing and walking off towards the showers.
Oh boy this is gonna be a fun six months. I chuckle at my thoughts, grabbing a towel from my bag and strolling into the shower complex. Alright, one room with max twenty shower heads. I notice that there are different sized showers for different sized mammals, but otherwise everyone in the room could see everyone else.
I turn a shower on, tossing my towel on a small shelf, feeling slightly self conscious even though there was nobody else in the room. I kick off my shorts and step under the water, quickly relaizing that it wasn't all that bad. How fucking long has it been since I've had a proper hot shower, probably since I was at the airport hotel in Toronto.
"Evening Engi." I hear Nick comment as he walks in.
"What you need Slick?" I ask, applying a name that his smirk deserves.
"I see you are a man of nicknames as well." He replies as I hear another shower turn on.
"It's one of my many many talents." I say, looking over my shoulder to find Jessica showering, turning further I find Nick standing by the door, wearing a blindfold. "And I presume you are talented at subversion? Considering I thought you were showering and not Jessica."
"As it is." He says, strolling out. I hear a yelp as I presume he walked into a wall.
"You know, I think we will all get along just fine." Jessica comments.
"Yep, issue is, I'm competitive, I'm aiming for the best in the class, maybe break a few records while I'm at it."
"Oh good luck with that buddy."
Yep, this is gonna be great.
The next few weeks are a continuous repeat of the days before, the time ticking bye as the twenty mile runs, obsticle course failures and 'Yer Dead' s all melt together.
- Week 5, Monday -
I sit up in my bunk, stretching and breathing in the pleasant smell of car fresheners that Logan had 'borrowed' from an abandoned car. I was thankful that he did, as the fresheners helped when we missed showers due to longer then expected classes.
I hop off the bunk, grabbing a towel and my toothbrush as I pass the desk we have in our shared room. I give Logan a slight kick to wake him up, to which he mumbles a few curses. We had agreed that the first to wake up was to wake up the second, and due to Logan being known to study late into the night where as I'd crash into bed as soon a possible and study during breaks throughout the day, meant I was up first 99% of the time.
I exit the bunk room, closing the door behind me as I begin to brush my teeth on my way to the showers, I already hear them running, wondering who could be using the showers at this time, as I had never found myself being second to the showers in my time here.
I turn into the showers, spitting the toothpaste in my mouth intoa drain before bringing my head back up, finding a steamy sight. Nick - and one of the guest instructors from the day before were in the shower - together - and not in a 'were such good friends we take showers together' way.
I just stand there dumbfounded, continuing to brush my teeth as I watch them. I hear some noise behind me, and soon enough Sydney comes along side me, also stunned by what she's seeing.
"They're just..." She begins, also dumbfounded.
"Going at it?" I suggest, once again spitting into a drain.
"Yea... how long have you been standing here?" She asks, her head slightly tiliting to the side.
"Honestly no clue."
"Turn around and go wait in the lounge for them to clear out?"
I look at my waterproof watch, finding only half an hour till roll call.
"Nah, I mean it's six thirty in the morning and they are in the showers and they expect not to be caught?" I ask rhetorically.
"What's going on gu-y-s..." Ethan begins, falling silent st the display infront of him.
"Yea I'm not waisting time, I need to shower." I decide, walking over to a shower and turning it on.
I hear several other showers turning on, presumably the others following in my footsteps.
- Week 12, Friday -
"Whoooooo we're halfway there, whooooooooo Sqwidward on a chaiiirrrrr." The intercom plays for about the fiftieth time today. Today was a test of our mental stability, as far as I could tell. We were all lured into a classroom on the upper floor, and the door barricaded behind us.
"Do they think we would have snapped by now?" Nick asks.
"I dunno, considering it's been on repeat for... three hours now, I'd say yea." I respond, looking up from the book I've been reading.
"Maybe this is a test to see if we would snap or find a way out..." Ethan hypotheses.
"What's our the window?"
"Fire escape." Jessica says, looking out the window.
"Huh."
- Week 15, Friday -
"Yer Dead!" Ursula yells as Nick hits the water below the ice wall, I wince slightly, I may be a built for Arctic conditions, but the water isn't exactly pleasant.
"Robertson! Ready?" Ursula hell's, I give a nod, hoping I don't hit the water, I've beat the entire course already, but today is speed runs, and I was aiming for that record set by Wilde's girlfriend, who he had sworn us to silence about.
"Go!" She yells, as I drop to all fours, charging through the small sandstorm, my eyes focused. I quickly jump, swinging on a 'vine' and landing on my feet, rolling to all fours again as I charge towards the ice wall. I jump, digging my claws into the wall and climb quickly, not giving the ice time to break. I don't waist time, running the gauntlet of the final stretch, dodging objects being thrown at me by the various coaches and trainers. I cross the finish line, coming round and running to the beginning.
"Alright folks, I want there to be a little suspense. HUGHS, DRUMROLL!" Ursula hell's, and the quartermaster of the range pulling out his phone and playing the sound of a dramatic drumroll.
"The record, set by one Judy Hopps is 58 seconds as you all know, and Robertson here just beat it. Whoever guesses closest to it gets to join the coaches as Fowler does the course, and if Fowler gets it, she doesn't get stuff thrown at her."
A variety of guesses come in, but I judge how long I took before speaking. "I did it in 47 seconds."
"Cameron, you may be good, but I doubt you beat the record by 11 seconds." Nick says patting me on the back.
"You're right Wilde, he didn't beat it by 11 seconds. He beat it by 13." Ursula informs, a time of 45 seconds appearing on the clock.
"Whooooooooooo" I celebrate, going to join the coaches.
"And his aim is perfect." Jessica crumbles.
- Week 19, Sunday -
"Jessica..."
"Yea?"
"Is that Sydney and Ethan streaking across the field?"
"Yep."
"Damn I owe them fifty bucks each."
- Week 24, Thursday -
"Well, here we are." Ursula says, looking at the six of us. "Man I'm proud of you six. Now for the moment you've been waiting for, the valedictorian!"
Some over enthusiastic cheers from Ethan and Logan in the back sum up the mood.
"The Valedictorian is... Wilde!" Ursula announces, with balloons falling from the ceiling.
"Whoooooo! Who wants to get shitfaced?!"
"We have graduation tomorrow."
"Who wants to get shitfaced after graduation?"
"Whooooooooo!"
- Week 24, Friday -
I smile, strolling into the parking lot where Shawn is waiting, seated on the hood of his Jeep.
"Congrats Cam! Didn't think you had it in you." He says as I approach, raising his hand for a high five, to which I deliver.
"Alright, you got the change of clothes I asked for?" I ask as he rubs his hand to dull the pain, pointing at the back seat.
"Sweet, were going to a bar owned by one of my classmates friends."
"What's it called?"