Chapter Summary
This actually might turn into something more, a little idea on the back burner. Things are percolating, a story is forming, consider a first draft of a pilot.
Chapter Notes
Warning: Written quickly, not beta'ed, and edits are not in depth. Will continue to edit and refine if I spot problems.
"It's a mess in there." Bogo commented, turning to his two best detectives. Rainforest District SWAT had cleared the building, the victims were being loaded up by the double loaded gurney. This was...big. The CSU team had set up a small air lock, if you could call it that, a tent and dry plastic sheet that could act as a staging area for those...brave...enough to enter.
"What have we got here chief?" Nick Wilde asked, pulling his the hood of his department issued rainjacket up. The words Police emblazoned upon his shoulders, he sipped at his lunch coffee. Judy Hopps stayed silent, surveying the response. Dressed in her gym workout set, she was barely able to find her old meter maid vest in the trunk of her car on the rush down.
FDZ, ZPD, City Works, CDC, was that even Sanitation and Health and Safety? A Panther with what looked to be the CDC ran out into the rain, his plastic oversuit crinkling as he vomited in the pouring rain. A Ram coworker waddled behind, his own plastic suit a puffball in comparison. He patted his friend on the back. Judy stayed silent.
What in goodness' name happened here?
"Ruined forensics, RFD Works still haven't shut off the rain. Got nine vics so far. Lab boys say they think there's at least trace from maybe a dozen or more vics uncounted for." Bogo replied, as he tossed the two of them forensic coveralls. Not the full set, with self contained oxygen or NBC seals, but still...it was worrisome. Face masks and googles.
It had been a old private high school, before district restructuring had left the area a industrial zone. Families moved, the school itself sold the property to the city for storage. No one came down here, and it had been left to rot for years. Leaks, puddles, and mold was everywhere.
This was the set of the next slasher flick, not something...real.
Though, there were signs of real organized activity. Someone had hooked up lights. New doors and locks.
"Some stallion working at ConEd noticed this place was drawing power off the grid last night, so he decided to a inspection. Found some sick stuff..." Bogo commented darkly as they walked past the various techs from the various departments working on things. New plastic sheeting had been brought in to contain the scene.
He opened the door to what had once been a old boy's locker and shower. It was the title they needed. Made clean up easier.
"From what we can tell, some beast was holding rams and ewes down here..." Bogo finally said, Judy bit her lip at the scene before she calmed her heart and looked over it with her veteran eyes.
There was loose wool everywhere...and this place...it was wet, humid, and cool enough...
"We able to ID the vics?" Nick asked, compartmentalizing himself a tad faster. This was urban legend, stuff you told the new guys when they made their bones and got to sit at the big table. It wasn't...real...
"One. Yanni Ramstein, veteran out of the National Guard, did a tour overseas with Air Cav. Still had his tags, he's on the way to Central. Already checked, he's a Section 8, panhandles the 6th and West ZLR station downtown from what the guys working Patrol knows. Going to be a while before he'll get the meds he needs. Last I heard he needed surgery, he fought back it looks like. The rest are in the same boat, no missing mammals reports for any of them, and those that are talking need psych evals. One of them bit Delgato..." Bogo explained morosely, his voice dark and stormy as he glared at the scene.
Nick stood back and let Judy get a good going over on the scene. The rabbit was light on her paws, and had a eye for detail that had grown over the years.
She picked up a missed spot of black wool.
"It's going to be one of those cases..." She commented, turning to look up at Nick.
*scene cuts to opening credits*
