Welcome back! I'm glad that you all are still around to read the fourth chapter in my story. I won't hold you up, so here's chapter four.
Simmons' cruiser was parked in the backlot of an abandoned factory building in the heart of the industrial district. The air was heavy with smog and the sky cloudy. Viktor had the seat laid back, his arms crossed behind his head, and his feet up on the dash. "Well, at least I found the fucking city. Question is, how the hell am I supposed to plunge such an absurdly happy place into chaos?" He wondered aloud.
Despite his considerable skill and success as a mercenary, Viktor was rather unhinged and not a big intellectual. He preferred to dispose of his enemies as quickly as possible, and his missions were usually laid out for him by his employer. But this time, Viktor needed a plan, he needed a partner.
"Where am I going to find someone crazy enough to work with me?" He thought. Viktor looked down at the police uniform he was wearing, and an evil grin formed on his face.
"I may not know any criminal masterminds in this wretched place, but I know how to find some."
Viktor sat up and started the police car, pulling out of the abandoned lot.
As he made his was towards the ZPD, Viktor contemplated what he was going to do. "I've got to find the records room. Hopefully with those police records I'll be able to track down a suitable partner." He thought.
When he was out of the industrial zone, Viktor noticed a definite change in the atmosphere, it was happier, the air was clean and the sky was a brilliant blue. Mammals of all kinds strolled down the sidewalks, a few even gave Viktor a friendly wave.
Viktor scoffed and gave a disguised sigh. "These fuckers are too damn happy!" He grumbled. He smiled shortly afterward. "Well, the higher you live, the harder you fall when the rug is pulled out from under you." He said, laughing heartily.
After an hour of driving around, Viktor finally found the huge building that made up the ZPD head quarters. "Well that took long enough." He muttered. Viktor maneuvered the police car into the parking lot and cautiously stepped out of the car.
"Alright...I just have to act natural." He thought. Walking up the steps to the front door, he forced a smile. Another officer waved at Viktor as he pushed open the door and stepped inside. "Damn, this place is a fucking madhouse." Viktor whispered.
A quick look over the main room showed no signs pointing towards a records room, but Viktor did spot a receptionist, an overweight cheetah.
He walked up to the large cat, who was currently enthralled by a video on his phone. Viktor glanced at the name tag on the cheetah's uniform, and as casually as possible, he leaned on the desk and cleared his throat. "Ahem, hey uh Clawhauser?"
Clawhauser didn't even look up from his video. "What is it?" He asked quickly.
Viktor was a little thrown off, but managed to respond. "I need to find the records room." He said.
Once again, not even looking up, Clawhauser hitched a paw over his shoulder, pointing behind him. "Down the hall, there's a staircase, records are in the basement." He muttered.
Viktor walked off and pushed open a door at the back of the reception area, which led to a long hall. About halfway down the hall was a set of stairs that went down. Viktor walked quickly down to the basement.
The basement was stacked wall to wall with rows of filing cabinets, with only enough space to walk between rows. There was also a Border Collie sitting behind a small wooden desk. The dog was puffing on cigarette, but quickly jumped up and put out his smoke when he noticed Viktor.
"Uhh I swear I wasn't smoking in the building! Please don't tell my supervisor!" The canine pleaded.
Viktor grinned, chuckling as he walked over and patted the Collie's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, comrade. Your secret is safe with me." He said in a friendly tone.
Just as the dog began to relax, Viktor's paw shot up and grabbed his muzzle, the other paw gripping the back of the dog's head. The poor cop couldn't even make a noise before Viktor twisted violently, breaking the Collie's neck.
Viktor released his hold on the dog, and he slumped over, his head leaning at an odd angle. Viktor then chuckled again. "Poor guy, he should've known that smoking would kill him."
As he scanned the basement, Viktor noticed a large cork board with newspaper articles pinned all over it. He walked over to the board and began looking over the articles.
One of the newest ones was titled "Hero Bunny saves Zootopia". The article was a report about how some bunny named Judy Hopps had saved the city from an evil plot by someone named Dawn Bellwether.
"It seems I've found myself a partner." Viktor thought. He then went searching through the filing cabinets, looking for Bellwether's file. In a few minutes he found it, and was holding a folder several inches thick. "Well, it seems miss Bellwether has quite the rap sheet." He said to himself.
He took the file back over to the desk and pushed the dead Collie out of his chair. Viktor sat down and began reading through Bellwether's file. "Conspiracy, kidnaping, attempted murder, possession of a biochemical weapon, bribery, assault." Viktor rattled off the laundry list of charges. "This is one mean sheep." He muttered.
Viktor read a little further and suddenly frowned. "She's being held in a maximum security prison, serving five life sentences?! This is gonna complicate things." He said.
"I had better get going before anyone comes down here and sees the dead guy." Viktor muttered, closing the file and putting it under his arm. He then stood up and made his way back up the stairs to the hall, and back to the main lobby.
Viktor made it to the main lobby and had just opened the front door when he ran into two other officers, a red fox and a rabbit. Papers fluttered everywhere as Viktor dropped the file on Bellwether. "Damnit to hell!" Viktor yelled, having to restrain himself to keep from tearing the two apart.
The bunny quickly scrambled to her feet and began to collect the papers. "Sorry about that." She said quickly.
The fox then spoke up "Yeah, apologies man." He said in a rather laid back manner.
As she was collecting papers, Viktor got a better look at the rabbit, and he realized that this was the officer that had brought in Bellwether. The fox had to be her partner.
Judy handed Viktor the papers and smiled. "I don't think I know you, what do you do here?" She inquired.
Viktor stopped dead, he hadn't been prepared for questioning. "I uhh...I work in records." He said.
Nick watched the encounter. The wolf seemed a little off. He had pale green eyes, but there was no light in them, no life, no compassion, no mercy, it was very unsettling.
Judy's smile vanished as she heard the answer. "Records? But Redford works in records, we had lunch with him a few days ago, remember Nick?"
Nick nodded slowly "Yeah I remember, Redford is a cool guy, even if he has a few bad habits."
Viktor was getting increasingly uncomfortable, starting to inch his way around the two. "Ah well, I really have to go..." he said.
Judy looked up and spotted his name tag, what she saw was horrifying. "Simmons" she whispered.
Viktor's face went from a smile to a sneer. "You're very fortunate, I don't have time to kill you right now." As soon as he finished his sentence, Viktor lashed out, using a low kick to sweep both officers off their feet.
"do svidaniya, assholes!" Viktor yelled. He then jumped down the stairs and ran to his stolen car. In one fluid motion, he jumped in through the car window and started the car.
Nick and Judy both watched as the police car hopped a curb and peeled off down the road.
Nick finally spoke up. "Hey, carrots?"
Judy looked back at him. "What is it, Nick?"
Nick sighed and rubbed his head. "I think we found our ghost."
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