Zootopia: Tower 1
Chapter 4: On the Job (Part 2)
In many jobs there are some parts that are very dangerous. I found that out the hard way as I was in the hospital with a laceration in my left thigh from the piece of metal that hit me. Captain Whitetail came by to see me along with members of the engine and ladder company at my bedside. They truly are my family away from my own family.
"Good to see you, Fischer, the nurse says a few more weeks in rehab and you will be good to suit up again," said Captain Whitetail, "until then, heal up and rest up, Fischer, that's an order," one thing that amazes me is the medical technology. What used to take months for something like a broken bone to heel now can take only days or weeks.
The next one to visit was Judy. You have to love that little bunny cop, "Hey, I came to see how you're doing...you know, firefighters and cops we work together, except during the annual basketball games," Judy said as a small side note, I lightly chuckled, "listen, I've been looking into the fires that have been happening over the passed few weeks,"
"You don't think...," I asked coming to a conclusion in my mind, but it seemed that Judy and I were both on the same page. Judy nodded lightly as she came to her conclusion
"I believe so, we have an arsonist on our hands," said Judy and showed me photos taken from the scene from the apartment fire. No one was hurt in the fire, but there was something else, "Nick and I have been on the case since the fire two weeks ago, I'm starting to see a pattern, every one of these fires was in the home of a predator species,"
"Strange, if that is the case then my question to you Judy is how does the railway fire fit into this?" I asked her, "all manners of species work there, not just predator species," I pointed out, "I don't think it's back to the drawing board just yet, Judy, I think you need to look further into this...if your chief lets you," I said to her to keep her spirits up.
"Miss Fischer, it's time for your treatment," said an otter nurse, I got on my crutches and I was escorted to the laser treatment room, I asked Judy to keep us posted on the progress of her assignment. The bandages were removed from my wound, and the laser went to work. For one hour each day, the laser healed my wound. It was just awful.
The pain is like a thousand needles digging into my skin, but I have to do it if I'm going to get back on the truck again, "You see? It's not so bad," said the nurse with a smile
"Easy for you to say, you're not the one being operated on," I groaned, after lunch I thought about Judy's investigation. Thoughts were going through my head. If this was an arsonist, then this guy has to be a seasoned professional. How was this guy able to plant an incendiary device into a family's apartment without their home alarm going off?
With two weeks of that blasted laser treatment, I was out of the hospital and received a warm welcome back to the station. It felt good to be back, and getting hugs from all the brothers and sisters we have at the station. The next day after getting back to work, I finished my chores of washing and polishing the trucks and cleaning up the kitchen.
Dressed in my navy blues and my black polished steel-toed boots, I took the one and half mile walk to the police station. I opened the doors to be greeted by the cool breeze of the AC running, and the smell of fresh doughnuts. There I met the biggest cheetah I ever seen, "Oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh-oh-my gosh...you must be Molly," he beamed.
"I am...is umm...," I asked, before getting interrupted but I let it slide due to his overwhelming enthusiasm. There was more cereal at his desk than most market cereal aisles.
"Are you here to see JUDY?! Oh! Oh! Oh! She's in her office, fifth door on the left, you can't miss it," He pointed to me after giving me an icing-covered handshake. I walked down the hall after a quick wash of the hands. I looked through the window, and saw Judy beam as I walked in. Nick happened to be in the office as well. Time to go to work.
"Well, well, You're the first harbor seal I've ever met," said a fox and I shook his hand making his acquaintance, "all kidding aside, it's good to meet you, Molly, I'm Nick Wilde, Judy's partner," he pulled out a file from a nearby cabinet, "now concerning the fire at the rail terminal, we didn't find any incendiary devices at the scene, very, very strange,"
"Whoever is behind this knows what they're doing," I stated, "this arsonist must know how fires can easily be started on accident in the household, on top of that, I'm thinking our culprit must have some sort of affiliation with the victims that can allow them access to the house," Nick scratched his chin at the thought, and Judy nodded in agreement.
"I maybe a former crook, but I think you're on to something, spotsy," said Nick, "whoever is behind this must have something against predators, still why the city railyard?"
"Honestly, if you wanted someone to talk to about these happenings you could've called on Captain Whitetail, but it is what it is," I said looking out at the office window for a moment and turning back to Judy and Nick, "it's best not to leave out any possibilities, I suggest talking to the Raccoon Family at 15th and Grove Street, might help you out,"
"I've gotta get back to the station, I got lunch duty today, keep us posted," I said, and made my leave of the station. I don't know when the next fire will come, but I know that arsonist is out their somewhere planning his next attack. This got me puzzled. Then it hit me like a kick in the head. What if the railroad fire was meant to throw us off?