So this is a re-upload because the previous upload looked like a mesh of computer coding and trash. Oh well, once again, please like and favorite if you enjoy.
Nick awoke on the concrete floor with a start, gasping for air. He was out of uniform, and his shirt buttons were torn out of place. He looked around carefully in the large dark room he was in, which was possibly used for storing cargo and other crates. He climbed to his feet, attempting to stand up straight, but fell over in a miserable pile of himself, landing on empty cardboard boxes.
"D-dammit." he muttered to himself as he tried picking himself up. Nick grabbed onto a nearby support beam to support his weight and walked his way around to search for an exit. There was a large door meant to back semi-trucks into, and a small emergency exit to the left of it, covered in chains. But while he was thinking of ways to leave, he immediately thought to himself,
"What am i even doing here?"
He rubbed his head and attempted to recollect his thoughts, retracing his steps and wondering what led him to a cold, dark room after a night of dancing at another Gazelle concert. His thoughts then immediately followed Judy, who was nowhere to be seen.
Nick reached into his pocket and found his phone, seeing that the battery was on four. Attempting to dial anybody who could help him, his phone suddenly froze, and a hidden number was shown on his screen, from a receiving call. Slowly deciding to answer the call, Nick pulled the phone to his ear and spoke into the phone with a growl.
"Who is this."
There was a moment of silence, and a distorted voice was heard on the other side.
"Good. You're awake. Like what you see?"
Nick was growing impatient with how sarcastic the caller was being, and chose to shoot it back at him.
"Oh yeah, i've got cute girls with me, a spiked blueberry drink and a thousand bucks."
The voice gave a chuckle.
"I like you. I think you'll enjoy your line of work."
Nick was now begging to get angry.
"What line of work."
"Hostage rescue. You'd be a great S.A.T.P.A.W. operator."
"What the hell is sat-paw?!" Nick snapped
"Special Anti-Terrorist Police and Weapons squad."
Nick stayed silent. The distorted voice spoke once again.
"We sent you a photo of the current situation taking place. However, if you want to save this individual, you need to find your way out of this room."
Nick immediately looked around for any resources in the room. His first instinct was to tear the boxes open with his teeth and claws, but it was no use after he opened a box underneath a crate pallet.
"You will find nothing but berries within this room, Mr. Wilde. That is, to the untrained eye, at least."
"I'll tell you what you want to know!" Nick screamed.
"We already know everything about you, Nicholas. From your $300 con scams to your tampering with evidence on a Zootopian crime scene."
Nick was stricken with fear. His tail flared as they continued to label facts.
"Your gang affiliation with your friend, Finnick. Your ties with several other scams across Zootopia, and hey, why don't we just add onto the list."
He was speechless. The voice spoke once more before it ended the call.
"There is a package for you where you fell, earlier."
The call end ring could be heard, and Nick stared at his phone in worry and irritation. His phone was given a photo from the number, and upon clicking on the link, was a horrifying photo of his partner, bounded up and gagged with several mean looking terrorists surrounding her.
"Ju- Judy!" He yelled, but before he attempted to call her number, his phone died, and he was frozen in anticipation, unsure of what to do.
Nick took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and looked back at the boxes he had fallen on top of earlier. Walking over to it, he noticed there was a black polyester sheath over something, with a manual button lying next to it. Pulling out the item within, it showed a piece of carbon kevlar mesh, with six strings of fuses sprawling out from the center of the mat. Nick noticed a note beneath it with instructions.
"Place onto door or wall, stand 15 feet back, and activate primer."
He looked at the manual button, then back at the large garage door next to the exit. He reluctantly picked the pack up, and lied it against the large door, sticking freely to it's metal surface. Nick then went back to the manual button, hunkered down and pressed the button, covering his ears.
Nothing was heard, and Nick looked up for a moment, seeing that nothing had happened to the door. He looked at the button in his hand as he checked for any other instructions.
"Breach charge." He read in bold letters on the handle.
He got a little closer to the door and pressed the button again, still with no different effect taking place. Nick began to underestimate the charge, as he now stood six feet away from the charge, tapping the button over and over again. He took one more large step after he stopped spamming the trigger, and leaned in with a half smile, and pressed the button once more, expecting nothing to happen.
A large flash of white light came from the ends of the fuse, burning holes through the polyester and door, and Nick was startled from the bright light. He quickly scampered away on his rear end as fast as possible, and as he was about ten feet away, the charge then exploded, sending a large plume of smoke toward him, and the other side of the door. Shards of shrapnel hit his fur as he covered his face with his arms, and once the explosion was finished, he looked up, seeing daylight creep its way through the smoke.
Nick began to cough from all the smoke entering the air, and he darted through the new doorway, seeing a black van parked in front of him, with the door wide open. He quickly entered the vehicle and sat in the front seat, noticing its keys were already in the ignition. He started the vehicle, closed the door, and hecked the GPS in the dashboard for directions. After turning it on, a pathway was shown to the mainland of Zootopia, its pinpoint landing directly on top of the ZPD Headquarters. Nick was sure he broke the speed limit several times as he sped back into the empty rural area he was in.