A/N: Okay, shorter chapter than usual today, and I have no excuse except that it was too good of a stopping place to pass up.
Nick opened his eyes and immediately regretted it, the light in the room blinding him. Slowly he reopened his eyes, adjusting to the light. The fox looked around, noticing how clean the room was. It looked like it was in a fancy manor. The door opened and in stepped a polar bear, carrying a shrew in a chair.
"Nicky, I want to personally apologize for the actions of Mister Pyotr. You see I didn't want my organization to be personally involved with the kidnapping of two police officers, but we needed both of you safe. This presented us with a bit of a problem, so we sought the help of Pyotr. A few hundred dollars later and we were in business. He must of took our words a little seriously, you see we told them that they could use any means necessary to get you. Which resulted in him taking your paw," Mr. Big said.
Nick raised his arm, seeing that more than his paw was missing, "We had to take some of your forearm, too. It was infected and they had not cauterized it properly. Do not worry about medical rehabilitation though, we have some of the top mammals in the prosthesis community working on it."
Nick lowered the stump and glared at the small predator, "So, all is forgiven? No. That's not how this works. Just because you pay for shit doesn't mean you are justified. Does my fucking arm even matter to you? You are the one that caused this!"
Mr. Bid sighed, "Do you think I don't know that, Nicky? You are like family to me. Both you and Judy were hurt by the wolves I hired. I hate myself for that. If I hadn't sent them you'd be dead at the bottom of a lake."
"I'd rather that! I don't want to relearn how to do everything with my left paw! Did you even do anything to the wolves that took my fucking paw?" The vulpine questioned.
"No, I didn't," Nick almost started yelling again, but the shrew raised his small paw, "Because I want you to deal with them. Your prosthetic paw might not be able to operate like your original, but you will be able to deal out some damage. More than you could with claws."
Nick leaned his head back against the headboard, "Can I speak with the lead mammal on the project?"
"That can be arranged, we have him here already for that exact reason," Mr. Big looked up at the polar bear, who understood and opened the door. He gestured in a small coyote.
"Mr. Big, I thought I was supposed to be presenting the rough draft of the project to you, shouldn't we be in your office?" The coyote asked.
Mr. Big chuckled softly, Vinny, this is the fox you are making it for. He has some questions about the project."
The shrew quietly signaled the polar bear to bring them out of the room. Nick raised his head slightly, "How easy would it be to kill someone with it?"
"Depending on what materials and how you want it shaped, very easy or incredibly hard," Vinny paused, "I take it you want to be able to kill someone easily?"
Nick smirked, "You seem to know me already," His smirk quickly evaporated, "Now, will this prosthetic be uncomfortable?"
Vinny picked up a briefcase, "You see, I thought Mr. Big wanted to see how far we've come before we presented to the recipient. But I guess there's no better critic than the customer.?
The coyote opened the briefcase and spun it around, revealing a silver and black complete lower arm. It was stunning, like nothing Nick had ever seen be-fur, "Now, if your comfortable with it, we can completely make it a part of you. Fully functional. No problems, you will feel everything it touches."
"Mr. Big said it wouldn't be able to do much. He said it wouldn't even be close to the original thing,' Nick whispered.
Vinny laughed, "Obviously, he was wrong about most of it. The only thing he got right is that it isn't close to the original, it's better," Vinny slid it from it's place, "It has full metal retractable claws, everything is rust resistant and made from incredibly strong materials, the paw is specifically reinforced to deliver harder hits, too."
"What could you do with a whole arm?" Nick asked, still awestruck by the beauty of the metal.
Vinny looked at Nick, "Theoretically, we could give you enough strength to punch a hole through concrete. Tear an animals arm off. We'd be able to do a lot more, we could put so much tech in a full arm that an EMP wouldn't even know where to start. And then we could make it pulse resistant, so that it could never be fried," Vinny paused, "Hold on, you aren't thinking about having Mr. Big take your whole arm, are you?"
"Do it," Nick answered firmly, "Tell him to take my arm. I want a new one. I need a new one, the one you just described."
The coyote hesitated, "I'm not sure if he'll go for that. He didn't even want to take anymore of your forearm."
Nick glared at Vinny, "Okay, I'll send him in and you can convince him."
Vinny collected the briefcase, much to Nick's dismay, and rushed from the room. Moments later, the polar bear was back with Mr. Big in his paws. The shrew seemed slightly confused, "Nicky, what was Vinny on about? Something to do with the prosthesis."
"Cut my arm off," Nick demanded.
Mr. Big was taken by surprise, "What? Why would you want that?"
"I asked Vinny what they could do with a full arm prosthesis. There are plenty of appealing things about what he said, and I want the arm," The fox said, glancing down at his stump.
"Nicky, you want to have your arm cut off? Who in their right mind would want that?" The shrew questioned.
"Maybe I'm not in my right mind, but I know that I'll never get my job back with a fucked up arm. I need to be a cop. I only have three things left in my life and my job is one of them," He was practically yelling at this point, "You have to understand, I need this."
Mr. Big paused, "Alright, Nicky. We'll do it."
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