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William began to stir from the effects of the tranquiliser. He had been unconscious for twenty minutes and thirteen seconds, his chip told him. Tranquiliser would knock him out, but that wouldn't stop the chip from doing it's subroutines, including timekeeping, curing poisons, toxins, and diseases, and ordering information that he had obtained recently.

He sat up wearily and tried to raise a hand to his head. It stopped about a foot up. He opened his bleary eyes and saw they were cuffed to a table. His suit was still on, so getting out would be easy. He looked up to see he was in a room like the ones they used for interrogation in cop shows.

The door opened and a pair of animals walked in. The rabbit and fox from before. "For fuck's sake," William muttered. "I've been trapped in a furry convention." Pain lanced through his head and he grimaced. That was a killer headache.

The rabbit hopped up onto a metal chair across from him and the fox climbed up next to the rabbit. "You are under arrest, sir, but we have no files as to who you are," the rabbit stated. "I am Officer Hopps and this is my partner, Officer Wilde."

"Are we technically partners?" the fox asked. "I mean, I just graduated Police Academy today."

"Chief Bogo already cleared it," the rabbit said. She turned back to William. "So, anything you want to tell us?"

"I am only obliged to tell you certain facts as a P.O.W." William said, keeping to what he was trained for. "I am William Dante Alistair, from Project Genesis, codenamed Lycaon. That is all I am required to tell you."

"P.O.W.?" The fox asked himself quietly. "As in prisoner of war?"

"We're not at war," the rabbit said. "And that doesn't explain what you are." She looked at him curiously, but also suspiciously.

He wasn't going to get any information from them unless he gave some himself. "How about this? I ask a question, then you can ask a question. Deal?" This was not what he was supposed to do. He shouldn't give any information at all, but he needed to have some questions answered.

"Sure," the fox said.

"Nick!" The rabbit hissed.

"What?" The fox asked. "He's giving us information for information, it's a fair trade, but he's still here. There's not much he has to gain from it."

"First question," William said. "Where am I?"

"You have got to be kidding me," the rabbit huffed. "There's no way you don't know this place." William didn't answer, he just waited. "Fine! This is Zootopia, happy?"

Zootopia? He didn't remember anyplace that was named anything remotely like that. How long had he been in that pod?

"Our turn," the fox said with a lazy smile. "What are you?"

"I'm a human," William said.

"Human?" The rabbit asked. "There's no such thing."

"My turn," William said. "What are you guys. Police?"

"Yes," the fox said. "Though most would have recognised the uniform." He took a notepad out and began to write. "How old are you?"

The chip kept that tally up and running. Being in cryosleep for long periods of time and not being out in the world, his aging was slowed and sporadic, but he was currently twenty six, and he would have twenty seven years of life in fifty four days. "I am currently twenty six," he said. "But that's a little more of a rough estimate." Cryosleep slowed aging down greatly, but it didn't completely halt it, so there was a margin of error, depending on how long his last stint of cryosleep was.

William now went for the most crucial information. "What year is it?"

The two did a double take. "What do you mean 'what year is it?'" The rabbit huffed. "You cannot be serious. It's twenty eighteen."

"What?" William asked. "That's impossible."

"That's the year, buddy," the rabbit snarked.

"No," William said. "That's not possible. The last time I was awake, it was twenty seven seventy two."

"I'm sorry, what?" The bunny asked.

"That's not possible," William muttered, his brain going into overdrive, the chip helping him run through information. It didn't add up! A cryosleep pod could run on its own power for up to five thousand years, and the lab he was in would have kept the pod running for easily a hundred years if it didn't have maintenance. "I can't have been in the pod that long."

"Hopps, Wilde," he glanced up to see a cape buffalo standing in the door. The buffalo glanced at him and lowered his voice. "We're going to call a psychiatrist. Just keep him occupied."

William could get out. He just needed to use the nanosteel. He placed his palms down on the table and the nanosteel twisted unnoticed by the two animals still in the room. He needed information. He needed to get back to where he was before. If he could get to a secure place, he could get out his weapons, but they should be set to stun. If these really were just police officers, then he couldn't just go killing them.

The nanosteel began to mesh over the cuffs going to the lock and squirming in. The chip gave him help, molding the steel how it needed to be before twisting, releasing with a soft click. The rabbit's ears perked up and it leaped towards him. Without missing a beat, he grabbed the rabbit and threw it into the fox. They both went down and he quickly was out the door. He looked for a window and saw one down the hall. The buffalo however was in his path, and he had turned to see him.

William turned and looked the other way. A pair of wolves were moving towards him. They'd be easier to deal with than the large buffalo. William made his choice and ran towards the wolves at a relatively normal pace. When they were close by, he changed into a sprint and shot towards them, surprising them with his rapid change of pace. He turned and skidded on his side, the suit protecting him except where it had been cut. As he stood back up and continued his run, he made a mental command that the chip relayed to the suit to fix itself.

Immediately, the fabric began to seal itself back up, covering the last traces of his wounds that were already almost completely healed. It was honestly too easy. He raced towards the front at a fast but manageable speed, and ran into the front lobby area. There were several police officers in the lobby, and they each turned to look at him. "Shit," he muttered. He charged towards the front, but they moved to cut him off, so he changed tactics. He veered to the side, and leaped through the window, tucking his knees up, and rolling to his feet.

"Now where is the pod?" He wondered. He raced down the street, now able to increase his speed. They'd catch up again if he stayed on ground level, he needed a high ground. He turned into an alleyway and leaped at the wall, planting his foot, and supporting with his hands before pushing off to the other wall, and repeated the process, leaping up the walls until he reached the roof. Now he was getting somewhere.

Judy and Nick rounded the corner of the hallway to see the "Human" as he called himself, crash through the window. She ran as fast as she could, Nick following close behind. They came to the outside to see him running down the street, fast as any cheetah could run. "C'mon!" She called. She gave chase, running down towards where he turned into the alleyway. She turned the corner, and saw no one. A scratching sound drew her attention, and she looked up to see him disappear over the edge of the roof.

She pulled out her radio. "This is Officer Hopps," she radioed in. "The perpetrator is on the roofs. Hopps and Wilde are in pursuit." She looked around briefly, considering her next action before taking a running jump at the wall. She then pushed off, and grabbed the fire escape. She pulled herself up and began to climb. "C'mon Nick!" She called. Without waiting, she climbed, pulling herself up rung by rung. He wouldn't be able to get anywhere from that roof.

William pulled the box off his back and placed it on the ground. He opened it and considered his weapons. He needed something non-lethal at the moment, but that limited his options. He pulled out a simple pistol like structure and a barrel extension. He twisted it on and then pulled out an extendable stock which he attached as well. He pulled out an energy cell that would be his ammunition. He slid it into the ammo compartment and selected 'stun' on the screen that was on the side of the gun. It was jet black in total, and he placed it on the ground. The rest of the material in the box began to shift and move before sliding out, and molding itself into the shape the rest of the gun would take, forming a handguard, a sight, and the rest of the body of the gun that looked much like the early prototypes of the PHASR rifle that was used in the wars.

As the material stopped moving, he closed the box and replaced it on his back, and picked up the gun. It should have enough energy for a while, but he didn't have too much time. "Freeze!" He turned and saw the rabbit leap up over the ledge, soon followed by the fox. He wouldn't waste ammo on these guys. He turned and ran towards the edge, leaping off and to the next roof. It was a good six or seven meters, there was no way the two of them would make that. He turned towards where the chip had identified the building from his memory. It was approximately two miles away, and he had a clear shot towards it, especially because the only major streets were to his back and his right.

"I said…!" He turned to see the bunny leap off the roof and towards this one. She landed, her arms over the edge and her legs hanging off. She grunted and pulled herself to her feet. "Freeze!" William looked at the bunny with surprise. It must have taken serious work to get that much jump. He looked over her to see the fox leap as well. Even though he didn't have quite the jumping ability, his size helped him to reach the edge. William rolled his eyes and slung the rifle over his shoulder and heard it click as it locked to the box. He ran towards the edge, and jumped. This time, he didn't stop, instead, he continued, running until the next alley, where he jumped again, crossing to the rooftop.

He slowed slightly and looked back. They were still following. He gritted his teeth, and increased the speed, leaping over more alleyways before stopping, and pulling the rifle off his back. The energy in the blast would work like a tazer, and would stop them in their tracks.

William lined up the shot, looking through the sight at the gray bunny chasing after him. He tightened his trigger finger, but stopped. The shock could be more damaging to her. She was much smaller after all. He'd fire a warning shot first. He aimed at the area in front of her and fired. The crack of gunfire echoed through the air, accompanied by the zap of electricity that hit the ground in front of the rabbit who leaped to the side as the electricity hit the roof. She quickly retreated behind an outcropping and William smirked. Now to get to the pod.

He slung the rifle back over his shoulder and turned back, breaking into a run before leaping to the next building.

Judy grabbed her radio. "The perpetrator is armed. I repeat, the perpetrator is armed."

"Copy that Hopps," Bogo said over the radio. "Can you tell us where he's going?"

"He's following Wolfshiem Street," Judy replied. "I do not know his destination. He's currently on the rooftops and I had visual of him make a jump that was easily six or seven meters. He had no hindrance at that and was able to immediately continue onward."

"Did you follow?" Bogo asked.

"I did sir," Judy said peeking from behind her cover. "I barely made the jump."

"Hopps," Bogo said seriously. "Do not risk yourself over this mammal. He is not worth the live of one of my officers."

"Understood chief," she said. He was still running away. "The mammal is on the move," she said before standing up and racing after him. Where was Nick?

That question was answered as she saw a fox pop up from the alleyway startling the mammal slightly, before landing on the roof and placing himself between the mammal and the next roof. Judy smiled and increased her speed, leaping across the gaps and closing distance. "You're not getting away," she muttered.

William had been fine until that fox had popped up. How'd he get there so fast? "Where'd you come from?"

"Ever heard of car surfing?" The fox asked with a smirk. He pulled out a pair of cuffs. "Now, you have two options. You can come with me, or the bunny. The bunny's going to be much more forceful than I will."

"Oh really?" William asked, stalling for time. He needed to time this right. "And what about the third option?" He then pretended to see something behind the fox. "Oh shit." He dropped to the roof and the fox turned for a brief second, but that was all that William needed. He grabbed the staff off his waist, and extended it into the fox's belt loop before lifting. The fox rose in the air, shouting profanities before being tossed behind William. The bunny was still too far away to do anything, leaving William's path free.

He resumed his run, leaving the two animals behind him.

"Nick!" Judy called as she stopped by the fox. "Are you okay?"

"I can't believe I fell for that," Nick muttered as he rose to his feet. He stretched and they both heard several cracks and pops. "Dammit, that hurt."

"We're never gonna catch him at this rate," Judy huffed.

"Well," Nick said with a smirk. "Good think you never knew when to quit."

William came to the road where he had dropped out of the window. It would be easy to get back in. The odd of them moving the pod were also low. It was quite heavy and would be unable to be used by them. They'd never get anything from it. His thought was relayed to the chip which changed the nanosteel in his suit into a long strong fibered rope with a barbed grappling hook at the end. He threw it hard and it sailed through the window. The suit pulled him towards it quickly, pulling him over the busy road and to the edge where he climbed over, the nanosteel covering his hands to protect him from the broken glass.

Hoisting himself back into the room, he turned to where the pod still stood. No one else was around, likely because of what he had done to get out. He needed answers now, so he'd have no choice but to try to tap into the data given by the pod.

He walked to the pod and quickly typed in his activation code into the keypad on the back. It accepted it and several monitors swung out. He walked to the first one. Location should be shown on it. It showed the globe, but several errors popped up, saying that multiple satellites were offline. That was concerning. It ran it's systems, trying to pinpoint his location. Finally it stated one simple word. Unknown. He caused it to retry, but again a location unknown error popped up. Fine, maybe the satellites were down.

He moved to the next monitor. Current government establishments such as the United states, China, United Kingdom, Switzerland, and many others showed up. Besides each was the word disconnected. He tapped the refresh function and it tried to establish contact. If he could establish contact, he could find where he was, and whether he was in a hostile environment. Again, each showed disconnected. Now he was getting nervous. Things weren't making sense, and even a war hardened soldier like him had a breaking point.

The next monitor held his vitals which he didn't need so he passed it, moving to the next one. Time elapsed since he had been awakened. Systems deemed unnecessary were halted, including the clocks, instead, putting all energy into life support and cryosleep. That only happened after a thousand years without power from the lab. How long had he been in cryosleep? Last measurement was at one thousand, and fifty seven years. That can't be right. Approximate time difference during time of last measurement and now, three thousand, two hundred and forty three years, give or take a hundred years. He had been in that pod for four thousand years?!

"No," he muttered. "Four thousand years?" His life had been lonely, being kept in stasis so that others aged while he stayed close to the same age, but four thousand years? It couldn't be! "No way. No. Fuck no! I- I can't be. Am I the last human? Is that why the animals are running things? No. There has to be others. I can't…" He trailed off. His chip should help him, but with the overload of information and emotion, his chip was running in overdrive, trying to keep up with his irrational train of thought. "What happened? No. I can't be- I can't be the last one. It can't be. I can't be the last human! Fucking bull shit! No!" he stood up. He smashed the refresh again. It showed up nothing. "No," he hit the screen again. Nothing. "No!" Again.

Again and again he hit the screen, desperately hoping for something. Nothing ever showed up. He sank to his knees as he felt emptiness take him. It was shock, he knew it, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He couldn't feel anything right now.

Judy and Nick took to the sides of the doorframe with their tranquiliser guns drawn. Judy looked to Nick and then in perfect synchronisation, charged into the room. "Freeze! ZPD!" Judy shouted. They quickly focused on the blue suit, and noticed him kneeling. Several monitors were online, but neither focused on them. "You are under arrest," Judy stated before pulling out a pair of cuffs. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law."

"No," he muttered. "Four thousand years… impossible."

"Hey carrots?" Nick called. "You might want to look at this."

"What?" Judy asked with annoyance. "I'm kinda in the middle of booking this guy." She turned to see the screen he was referring to.

"What is this?" Judy asked.

"I don't know exactly," Nick answered before looked at the still motionless form. "But at my best guess, he's been in that pod for the last four thousand years. At least, that's what this thing says."

Judy pulled the mammal's strange furless hands behind him and secured them with the cuffs. Nick walked to the mammal's side and pulled him away from the pod so he could see his face. The mammal did not move, instead, he stared unblinkingly at the floor. "Well?" Judy asked. "Anything?"

"No," Nick replied. "He seems like he's in shock." He looked back at the monitor. "I mean, it might be because he's been in a frozen tupperware for a few thousand years.

"Cryosleep," the mammal muttered.

"I'm sorry?" Nick asked. "Could you repeat that?" The mammal looked at the monitor and began to speak.

William now had control of himself again thanks to the chip. It had helped to reorder his train of thought and had brought him to a manageable level of consciousness. He had heard the fox's question and had answered. He had nothing to hide anymore. He had been in the pod for four thousand years. If the humans weren't even heard of, then what were the odds they were even alive? The odds of it happening were so low, it wasn't even calculable by the chip. He had no one else, and no one would remember his entire species. He would make sure that someone else at least heard about humans. "It's called Cryosleep," he repeated.

"Sir, you have the right to remain silent," the rabbit said.

"I know," William answered. "But I can't remain silent. I am the last human. If I were to die, I want at least someone to remember my species."

"What do you mean species?" the fox asked.

"I am a human," William answered. "A soldier. I was genetically enhanced and put in cryosleep in between missions. We were the apex predators, creating technology that far surpassed yours while you were still running around on all fours, eating each other."

The rabbit's interest was peaked, but nonetheless, she radioed in the chief. "We caught him. He broke back into the archaeology wing. Same room he broke out of, then he just stopped. He didn't put up any resistance."

"So he's in custody?" the chief asked.

"Yes sir," Judy answered.

"A squad car is on it's way," chief replied. "Make sure he doesn't escape this time."

William sat in the back of the car, behind the iron grate that separated the two parts of the car. He had nothing left. He'd be prosecuted to the full extent of the law, and he saw no problem with that. If charges were pressed, then he'd admit guilt. It didn't matter anymore.

As the car pulled up to the station, he simply sat and waited as the wolves he had knocked down before came out and each grabbed his upper arm. He offered no resistance as they led him in rather roughly. As he was led back to a holding cell, he simply waited. The wolves tried to pull off his gun, but to no avail. "It's not gonna work," he said. "Besides, it's set to stun."

"Take it off," one wolf said.

"No," William answered. "I'm not causing trouble, and that is one of the last things I have of my species, so forgive me if I deny your request."

The other wolf grabbed his other arm and the first wolf tried to pull of the gun again. It stayed stuck firmly to his back. "God… damn… stupid… gun!" The wolf's grip slipped and he stumbled back.

"I told you it wouldn't come off," William said. "But I'm only human anyway."

"Why isn't he disarmed yet?" he turned to see the buffalo from before walking towards them. "Why is he still here with a functioning weapon?"

"We can't take it off sir," one wolf said. "It's stuck tight."

"Fine, then I'll take care of this," the buffalo said. "You two can keep armed guard." He turned to William. "And you, I am very curious to find out just what the hell you're doing here."

"Hey," William snarked with a shrug of his shoulders. "I didn't want to be here either." He gave a half smile. "But overslept my alarm a bit." As the wolves and buffalo took him to the interrogation room again, he heard the bunny and fox walk up to the buffalo.

"Sir," he heard the bunny say. "He's either delusional, or exactly what he says he is. He's supposedly from four thousand years ago."

"So what?" the buffalo asked. "He's a time traveler?"

"I don't believe so," the fox said. "He said something about being a soldier, and something about a thing called 'cryosleep'. I'm no language major, but to my understanding, that would mean he was frozen for quite a while."

"That's impossible," the buffalo said.

"No it's not," William said. "It's just you guys haven't caught up to us yet."

The buffalo ignored him. "Look, just find out who and what he is, then we'll figure out what to do with him. Prosecution will be impossible if we have no information as to who and what he is."

"I already told you guys," William said. "Seriously, don't you guy's listen?" The animals ignored him. "Why should I answer questions if you don't listen to my answers."

"Will you take charge of the questioning?" the rabbit asked.

"No, I'll leave it to you," the buffalo said. The animals steered him back into the interrogation room."

"Wow," William snarked. "It's like I never left."

"Let's cut the chatter," the rabbit said. Officer Hopps if he remembered right. The other one was officer Wilde. "Now you're going to talk."

"Answer the questions!" Officer Hopps shouted exasperatedly.

"I am," William replied as he slumped forward so he could scratch his nose, his wrists were cuffed to the table.

"Carrots," Wilde said. "Maybe we're not approaching this right." He turned to William. "So, you're saying that you're from four thousand years ago. You were part of an army of your species, humans, against another army, also of your species."

"Not quite," William said. "In order to understand it, you'd need much more knowledge of our past. When I was placed back in the pod, it was world war four."

"World war?" Wilde asked. He was just humoring William, it was quite evident, but it was progress.

"Yes," William said. "The first world war was one of the most brutal wars we had. Humans were stuck in trenches fighting for an extra ten feet across no man's land. Gas weapons were used that blistered the skin, destroyed your lungs and eyes, and killed quickly, but painfully."

"And human's used them on each other?" Wilde asked.

"Yes," William answered. "We were the only true sentient beings. We created civilizations, and were separated by areas that we lived in. We're omninvores, so we eat everything, which included other animals such as cows, pigs, and chickens, though we also ate other animal meats such as rabbit, deer, elk, and other animals that we hunted."

"You ate rabbits?" Hopps asked.

"Yes," William answered unabashed. "That was more uncommon though." He returned to his story. "The first world war was called the war to end all wars, though that was not the case. We had many other wars. Some over religion, land, morals, and other things. I was a citizen of the United States of America. We were a superpower, a country with the strongest military. However, that was not the case until later. World War Two was fought for a different reason by the U.S. We fought because of the holocaust."

William regaled them with a history lesson about the second world war and then the pacific war that was a seperate part.

"How could anyone do that?" Hopps asked.

"It was war," William stated. "It happened, and there was nothing we could do to change it. When we bombed Japan though. We dropped two bombs that devastated the area. We had never used them again for a long time." He sighed. "The third world war however, we changed that. Not because we wanted to stop the war, but because they hit us first. A terrorist group set up key people in several parts of the world and used them to start a free for all, causing Russia to attack the U.S. and Germany to attack England. Japan attacked us and China attacked us again. North Korea, after a peaceful time before, separated from South Korea and began to bomb everyone." He sighed. "Everyone fought everyone for years, killing as much as possible and cutting the population of the world in half. It took thirteen years before we found who was orchestrating everything."

"One person?" Hopps asked. While the two had been doubtful before, this was an amazing story that was so big with such atrocities, there was no way it was made up.

"One person?" William scoffed. "Try thousands. An entire society that when they couldn't win by a frontal assault, they infiltrated governments and poisoned them from the inside."

"But that's only three," Wilde said.

"Correct," William said. "World War Four was a whole new frontier for war. Instead of building better tech, we started building better soldiers. Many projects from around the world were created, and it was separated into three sides. The United States, most of Europe, Japan, and Canada were on one side. Russia, China, and North Korea took control of many other countries in the area and they were another side. The third was more neutral, but they still fought against both sides, holding their borders and keeping others out. That side was made up of most of Africa, the Middle East, Switzerland, Southern American countries, Australia, and the Pacific Islands."

"Were any countries not part of it?" Wilde asked.

"Not truly," William answered. "Switzerland tried, but they had to band with the third side so they could stay their own country. What changed were the weapons. Instead of building bigger bombs, we put in more man power. Bigger bombs destroyed everything, and left nothing for you afterwards. Instead, more people fought and died. So they began to build better soldiers. Manipulations of our genetic code were sought after, trying to create super soldiers. Project Genesis was the one that focused on it the most. The first part was simply to make us better. Chemicals and nanites, used to strengthen us. It only worked with about ten percent of the subjects.

"If you got those enhancements," William continued. "You could run farther, faster, jump higher, hit harder, and were just better physically. That worked, for many, and the process was continued, making it so that there was better success rate as they figured out how to make it work. But then, other countries figured out how to do it, and we were back to square one. So the next step was to make us smarter. Machines could run calculations, but couldn't truly think for themselves, only organise data. So they began to work on creating a merger between the human mind and machines."

"When did they do this?" Wilde asked.

"The first genetic enhancement success was in twenty two sixteen," William answered. "The first cybernetic enhancement that was a success was in twenty four seventeen."

"But when did you get them?" Wilde asked.

"I'm getting to that," William answered. "When that was successful, they came to the problem of time. It was expensive for them to create these kinds of soldiers, and they were hard to find. So they needed a way to keep them in storage almost. The Cryosleep was created, a way to keep soldiers frozen and prepared to return to battle in fifty years or so. I was born in twenty four sixty two, and after I joined, they created the cryosleep. I was one of their best operatives, and I had seen my family die in front of my eyes as a air raid destroyed my town as I was on leave. I only survived thanks to the nanites that were inside me."

"What are nanites?" Hopps asked.

"Microscopic robots that were controlled by the cybernetic chip implanted in my head. They'd heal me, and keep me from being sick or getting poisoned." He leaned back as far as he could. "But my family did not. With their death, I had no reason to stick around. I agreed to go into cryosleep so that when I was needed I could just be woken up and continue to serve."

"Did that end the war for you?" Hopps asked.

"No," William answered. "I spent the next hundred years going in and out of cryosleep, and working missions assigned to me, fighting for my side when the war got bad. Then one last breakthrough happened. They found ways to recode our DNA. Using nanites, abilities could be activated by restructuring our DNA, but they'd be reversed when the task was complete. I was given one such ability. I was given the codename Lycaon as a reflection of that. I can splice my DNA with one of a wolf, but at a much higher strength. As such, they named me after the King of Werewolves."

"How do you mean?" Hopps inquired.

"When I activate it," William replied. "I grow close to another two to three feet taller, gain claws, strengthened skin that can protect against some weapons, sharper senses, and become much, much stronger."

"That's hard to believe," Wilde said leaning back and crossing his arms.

"I know," William conceded. "But I didn't even have the strangest one. Some were given extremely potent bioelectricity, telekinesis, speed, flight, ability to breathe underwater, or even poison secretion. I knew a kid, a newer recruit who could fire spines. Most of these abilities were suped up versions that were inspired by animals, such as the bioelectricity, which they found a way to crank up so far that the man could fire bolts of electricity at will."

"So they wanted superpowers," Wilde drawled.

"Basically, yes," William answered. "But it was what they did. My last mission ended four thousand years ago, and I was placed in Cryosleep."

"Well," Wilde said. "We'll be back in a few minutes."

"Well," Nick said after they shut the door. "He's either utterly insane, or he's telling the truth."

"I think he's telling the truth," Judy said. "There's no way he made all that up. There was too much detail, and some of the things he talked about there was no way he was making it up."

"What do you think chief?" Nick asked as Bogo rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Unfortunately, I think he's telling the truth too. I've been in this job for a long time, and I can tell when a person's lying pretty well."

"Okay then," Wilde said. "But that still leaves a question. Now what?"

A.N. Okay! Finished! Wow! That took way longer than I thought. I got writer's block halfway through and was working on some of the chapters on my other stories because of it. Anyway, please review, read my other stories, and have a good rest of your day.