-City of Zootopia-
-SWAT Unit 576-
-3:00 P.M.-
There was utter chaos, inside Unit 576's bunk room. Everyone was going around doing something crazy. It was either indoor tackle Football, or extremely stupid and dangerous bets.
There was five predators in the bunk room. They all wore standard issue SWAT Urban BDUs'.
Someone was blaring 'In Da Mood-Combustibles' from a Bluetooth speaker.
"20 Bucks says, you can't jump over our bunk backwards!" A male brown wolf dared a male lynx. "You're on Mike!" The lynx said, before he sprung from one side of the bunk over to the other, but unfortunately; got a boot stuck on the railing.
The lynx hung upside down, he helplessly tried to unhook his boot from the railing.
The wolf, who went by the name of Mike, walked around the bunk over to the upside down lynx. "Here's your 20 Axon." He said, holding a 20 dollar between his right index and middle finger. He extended his paw towards the lynx, who was now recognized as Axon, but was quickly retracted before Axon could grab it.
"On second thought, I think I'll just keep my 20. Besides, we didn't shake on it." Mike said, causing Axon to growl in anger. "Help me get down from here!"
"Oh! Now you ask me for help. Well, I hope you didn't forget what you did to me last time." Mike laughed maniacally, unaware that a Football was about to strike him dead in the head.
"Heads up!" Someone yelled. "Huh?" Mike turned around only to see a Football hurling straight towards him.
It was already too late for him to react. All he could hope for; is that the ball doesn't break his nose upon impact.
*THUD*
"OWW! Dammit that hurt!" Mike groaned in pain. The ball hit him right in the muzzle, fortunately; he didn't get his nose broken.
"Sorry Mike!" A cheetah apologized. "What were you even aiming for!?" Mike questioned as he held is throbbing muzzle.
"I was aiming for Burford." The cheetah said, pointing behind Mike.
Mike turned around and saw Burford, a coyote, holding up a paw, while using his smartphone with the other.
"He wasn't even paying attention, Carter!" Mike growled. "I said, I was sorry." Carter replied.
*THUD*
The sudden thud that came from behind Mike, caused him to turn around.
"Damn bets, I swear; I may have probably just fractured my skull." Axon groaned, rubbing his head from the impact he had just received; after he was able to set himself free.
"Why are we even fighting? Aren't we supposed to be friends? Battle-buddies?" Carter said.
"Yeah, I guess I owe Axon an apology..."
Axon stood up and glared at Mike.
"And you're 20." Mike chuckled slightly. Axon smiled. "You keep it, buddy." He said.
Mike laughed and gave Axon a bro hug.
"So, what I miss?" Burford said, walking up to all three predators. "Nothing." Carter simply said.
"So, how's about another game of tackle?" Cater asked.
"Honestly, it's not really fun with just two of us... Hey new guy, wanna join us in a game of tackle?" Burford asked a lone black husky, who was sitting on a bottom bunk with a red Beats Pill next to him. The husky was scrolling through his smartphone.
The husky looked up revealing a pair of blood red eyes, and white fur running down his neck.
"No, and it's Sparks." The husky said. "C'mon new guy. Just one quick game." Carter begged.
"No, and I've been here for one month and a half already. So, stop calling me new guy." Spark Replied.
"But, all you've done since you got here was blast your music." Carter said.
Spark sighed. "Fine, but watch the crotch." Spark warned.
"You're still mad from last time?" Carter said.
Spark scoffed. "Fuck yeah, I'm still mad; you gave me three 'Cup Checks' and still had the audacity to give me five more the next day."
"C'mon man, it was only you're first and second day. Think of it as an... Initiation." Carter replied snickering.
"Whatever, you're lucky I get along with other mammals fast, otherwise; I'd be giving you the death stare." Spark chuckled.
"Aha! See, I knew you weren't still mad at me." Carter laughed.
"Let's just play." Spark smiled.
"Alright you ta-" Carter was cut off my the bunk rooms door slamming open.
"Everyone gear up! We've got two 10-99s'. And turn off that shit Spark!" And for gods sake, what did I say about playing Football in the bunk room!" A gray wolf in a urban BDU ordered.
"Sorry, Sir!"
"Yes, Sir"
"Right away, Sir!"
Eveyone spread out, and sprinted next to their lockers, which were located on one side of the room.
Spark glanced at the gray wolf, as he ran next to Spark's locker. He had a large scar running down the side of his head and neck. He's obviously been been and seen some thing. He proceeded to open the locker next to Spark's, above the locker was a small golden plaque that read. "Capt Kilgore." After a full two minutes of shuffling, "Kilgore" closed his locker.
He was wearing a black combat vest with a SWAT patch stitched on as well. The best was equipped with bulletproof armor. He tied pads over his knees and elbows. He tied a Pistol holster around his right thigh, which held a Glock 17. And took black M88 PASGAT helmet, which he held under his left arm from his locker. He also slid on a pair of black tactical gloves.
"Stop your starring, and get ready." Kilgore said, snapping Spark out of his trance. "Y-Yes, Sir." Spark responded sheepishly.
"He's so badass!" Spark though to himself.
"Alright, is everyone prepped?" Kilgore asked.
"Yes, Sir!" Everyone responded.
"Alright, I'll brief you all on the current situation once we get to our truck." He responded.
"Now let's move out!"
-City of Zootopia-
-30 Minutes Until SWAT Arrival-
A Lenco BearCat zoomed through traffic, lights and sirens blaring. The wail and engine echoed throughout the streets, as it drove fourth passing pulled over cars.
The sides of the Lenco had S.W.A.T in white letters painted on.
"Okay here's our situation, two officers have been taken hostage by an armed group of smugglers. The location in which they are being is. 10610 Robincrow Street in an abandoned gated office complex." Kilgore briefed.
"The Cheif has authorized SWAT Teams 576, 438, and 621 to intervene. Team 621 will be giving us sniper support from an apartment complex across the street. Team 438 will being coming in via helicopter. And there our first problem."
"Team 438 wants to land on the roof, but they don't want to risk getting gunned down, while trying to land.
"Well, our snipers can take care of that." Burford said. "True, but there's always the possibility that they won't have a clear shot." Kilgore responded.
"So, we just pray we don't get the call?" Mike said.
"Yes"
"Let me guess, we're storming in alone aren't we?"" Spark said.
"As much as I hate to say it. Yes, we are." Kilgore replied.
"Has the ZPD conducted any negations?" Axon asked.
"Yes, but they're not willing to let go of two of the city's 'Heros'." Kilgore answered.
"Wait, Wait, Wait. Heros? You mean Officer Judy Hopps and Officer Wilde!?" Spark said surprised.
"Yup!" Kilgore replied.
"Shit, we better get a raise for this." Spark said.
Carter smirked. "Same, but remember we aren't doing this for the money. We're doing this because..."
"Because we're badasses!" Spark interrupted.
"No... But I guess that counts." Carter laughed at Sparks remark, which was followed by everyone else laughing too.
"Remember guys, we're going against heavily armed smugglers. We don't know what they're capable of, but just remember. No matter what happens, we'll always be friends till the end even in death." Kilgore said, getting multiple "OORAHS"
"The Captains gay." Mike snickered.
"Shutup you." Kilgore responded by smacking him in the back of the head.
"That hurt you know." Mike frowned. "Yeah whatever, keep your eyes on the road will ya." Kilgore replied.
"Whats our ETA Mike?" Kilgore asked.
"10 minutes, Sir." Mike responded.
"Alright everyone get your weapons ready!" Kilgore yelled.
Everyone began holstering their weapons. Each of them were equipped with a Glock 17, and a Colt M4 Carbine with ACOG Scope a flashlight, and a foregrip attachment.
The Lenco's radio began to go insanely crazy with police chatter.
"They've opened fi- *Static* I repeat they've opened fire on us!"
"We need backup right now!"
"Sounds like things are getting pretty hectic out there." Axon said.
"Agreed, Mike we're busting in... Don't stop for anything."
"Yes, Sir." Mike grinned, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
Kilgore picked pulled a black mask out of a pouch on his combat vest. He opened it up and pulled it over his head leaving his eyes and ears exposed.
"We were left 3 months without action, Do you all remember how to fire a weapon?" Kilgore said, as the rest of the unit slid their masks on followed by them strapping on black M88 PASGT helmets, which left only their ears exposed; it was also came complete with dark shaded goggles.
"What kind of question is that?" Burford replied, sliding a magazine into his M4, before cocking it.
Kilgore grinned in response.
"Two more blocks, Captain!" Mike yelled.
"Get ready everyone!"
Mike turned a corner which led them down Robincrow street. The street was full of police cruisers, and retreating police officers. Dust was flying everywhere as bullets rained down onto the ground.
With one sudden left sharp turn, the armored behemoth of a truck slammed into the fenced gate practically knocking it off it's hinges.
The entire exterior of the office building was abandoned, except for the office itself; which had active shooters shooting from every window.
The sounds of bullets hitting metal filled the entire interior of the truck, as shots failed to penetrate the armor.
"Reverse into the front entrance!" Kilgore yelled, pointing towards a set of double doors.
Without hesitation, Mike drove next to the entrance, before slowly reversing into it. The Lenco crushed the metal frame of the double doors, and scraped part of the ceiling inside the building as it entered.
Shots continued to hit the top of the vehicle , but since the Lenco was reversed inside the office building. They wouldn't have the problem of being shot at when they exit the Lenco.
"Alright everyone this is it. Remember, stay together, don't play hero, and please Don't try and get yourselves killed. We are here to rescue hostages not to kill every single one of these bastards. Am I understand?" Kilgore said.
"Yes, Sir!" Everyone yelled.
"Good, I'll take lead keep your radios on unless I say otherwise." With that said, everyone lined up on the left side of the Lenco's interior behind Kilgore, and raised their rifles over each-others shoulders.
Spark did a quiet prayer to himself. He hasn't experienced any action in his career before, he hoped his time in training would pay off.
Kilgore took a deep breath and placed his left paw onto a handle, which would open the trucks left rear door, and exhaled. He kept his finger over the trigger, ready to fire at anyone waiting to ambush them once he opened it.
"On 3..."
"1"
"2"
"3"
Kilgore pulled the handle on his side of the door and pushed it open with the same paw, he quickly surveyed the right side of the interior of the floor, using the door to cover his left flank.
"Right side clear!" He yelled, and slowly took a step out of the Lenco to peak over the left door.
"Left side clear! Follow me." He said, fully stepping out of the armored beast of a truck.
They all exited the Lenco, they were all surprised the bottom floor had no resistance. "Be vigilant everyone, they know we're here." Kilgore warned.
"Sir, there's a stairwell to our left." Carter said.
Kilgore looked to the left and saw a half open door that read "Fire Escape".
"10-4, we're taking the stairs." Kilgore said.
Everyone took positions on both sides of the door leading into the Fire Escape, with Mike, Spark, and Kilgore on the left side and Axon, Carter, and Burford on the right.
Kilgore used his left paw to slowly open the door. He slowly peaked his head inside. First looked around then looked upwards to see if anyone was hiding in the stairwell.
The sound of an AK-47 firing echoed throughout the stairwell, which was most likely coming from the second floor.
Kilgore moved back into cover and placed a paw over his ear, before making a "Enemy" hand signal.
Spark, who was straight ahead of Kilgore nodded. "Follow me." Kilgore whispered behind him.
Kilgore broke away from cover and went through the door with everyone following behind him.
As they walked up the stair, everyone aimed their weapons upwards to take out anyone who would unfortunately pop out.
once they reached the second floor, Kilgore decided it would be best neutralize the enemies on the floor.
The door to the second floor Fire Escape was missing. They took the same positions as before.
Sparked looked inside and noticed the room was practically empty. Two support beams were inside followed by tons of ammo carriages scattered.
"Die you pigs!" A lone male hog snorted, shooting out an open window.
"How ironic." Spark snickered. Kilgore gave Spark a glare. "Oh-uh... Permission to engage, Sir." Spark asked seriously.
Kilgore sighed. "Negative, I'll incapacitate him."
"10-4, Sir. I'll cover you." Spark replied.
"Affirmative, moving in." He said holstering his rifle behind his back, and pulling out a stun gun from a pouch on his vest.
He quickly approached the hog gun raised. Kilgore needed to stun the hog through the neck if he wanted to completely incapacitate him.
The loud sounds of the rifle masked the creeks the floor made as he approached him, but that advantage didn't last forever. He stopped to reload, and Kilgore had accidentally stepped on a pile of shattered glass.
The hog turned around. And squealed with rage. Kilgore froze as the hog charged him.
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
The hog dropped onto the ground with a heavy *Thud*.
Smoke emitted from the barrel of Spark's rifle.
Kilgore turned around to face Spark, who was shakily lowering his rifle.
"That's some fine shooting. Was that your first kill?" Kilgore asked, still a little shocked.
Spark shakily nodded his head.
Kilgore laughed. "Awesome job! Thanks by the way."
"Yea..." Spark said.
Everyone was amazed by the rookies first kill, and they quickly celebrated his accomplishment.
Kilgore put a paw on Sparks shoulder. "Don't make yourself feel guilty, you were doing you're job. You just saved my life, you should feel proud of yourself!"
"Thank you, Sir." Spark smiled slightly.
Kilgore patted his shoulder, before turning to face the rest of the squad. "Alright it to keep on mo-"
"There cops on the second floor! Damn cops are gonna pay!" Voices echoed through the Fire Escape, and into the second floor.
"Shit, everyone look for cover." Kilgore yelled. Without any hesitation, everyone ducked into a defendable position.
Kilgore took cover behind a support beam. "God I hope the hostages are having a better time than us."