Training begins at 5. Training begins at 5. At. 5. Porter stood slowly. He didn't need to do this. He could just walk away. But he had to find a way to protect those going into that damned program.
"If only this world had some sort of Polish GROM or SAS. Man. ZPDATF. What a joke of a prison sentence." Porter said quietly into the roof above his bed. He threw the covers off of himself and pulled himself toward a table, covered in military gear. On went the gas mask, night vision, combat boots, gloves. He left his metallic hand untouched. He wish he never had the damned thing. Porter stood up, covered. Looking like a bomb to end all bombs went off.
He grabbed a long case and a Five Seven pistol. Porter looked back. This was it. The airfield will as of now become a target. Porter couldn't be more nervous. He tightened the suppressor on his pistol, racked it, and walked off, towards a horrid area of Zootopia.
Chapter 8 : The Road Forward is a Rocky One
Judy looked down at the large metal box. This was what was taking them to training. After getting the recommendation, they were going off. All they needed were their blues. And that was it. She didn't like this. At all. Nick was down there talking to them, wondering why they had to go at such a notice. It was a Sunday afternoon. Judy looked away. She would not be able to contact her parents. She would only be able to see Nick at certain times. What the hell kind of training was this? They never even got their signatures. At this point it seemed like they already had them.
"Hey! What ARE Y*" *fump*
Judy looked outside. She saw Nick being dragged into the back of the truck, and two other mammals in military gear entered the apartment building. Judy started to panic. 2 hostile mammals now coming for her. With darts or live ammo. She had to run. Judy grabbed hold of the fire escape outside on the awning, and became to climb. Suddenly, she felt immense pain in her left arm. A horse dart. Judy's mind slowed. She began to fall. Halfway up, she fell into the arms of a moose. A dinky moose.
"Ssssssh. It will all be over soon my sweet." said the skinny mammal. Judy was then thrown carelessly into the back of the truck.
"One day, that fox will be gone. All of those who oppose me will be gone. And I will own that little rabbit. She will be my love. My pet." the scrawny mammal said to himself as he shut the metal door. It said "Slaughter House" on the back.
Nick awoke to a bad bump in the road. He looked around. A bunch of passed out mammals. Most predators. A few prey. Nick felt his arm. The dart they got him with was still there. He pulled it out quickly. Then he remembered.
"Judy?" Nick said out into the darkness, highlighted by the slits, allowing air and light into the container. No response. Still, Nick could smell her. He knew they got to her, somehow. The fox stared out of the slits. He looked around. He noticed the tall arches whizzing by. It was the Trans-Continent bridge. Where the hell are they going? Why off Zootopian grounds?
Nick began trying to get out. He grabbed at the edges of the moving truck. It. It wasn't locked. Nick looked to make sure it would open fully. He grabbed the edges and moved the metal blockade up. Instantly as he opened it, a small otter flew out, tumbling away, nearly being hit by the black car driving behind them. Nick stared at the horror that had just occurred. He had killed someone, and didn't even try. Nick looked into the car. Tinted windows. Shit.
Judy looked around. She felt a massive amount of noise and wind, but her eyes were blinded by the blur and sound of light. She then managed to single out a red blob. Nick. Nick.
"Hell...meh… nihhh." Judy weezed. Those drugs were nothing if a effective. Judy tried to move. She couldn't feel her limbs. She stared as she was half covered by a large mammal. Nick couldn't see her. She tried to move. She felt the dart in her arm. The world began to spin. Again. And around and around. Nick. Please
"Donnn. Donn lev meee…." Judy tried to call out one last time. Then she felt a jolt. A rattling. Then her freedom shut. She was doomed. And no one knew.
Nick looked through animals in the back of the dark. Where was Judy? Where was she? BAM.
The black car had rammed the back of the truck. Nick snapped back. And he saw a blue metallic hand. Beckoning. The same damned hand. At the hotel. Nick forgot all sense. He had to escape. He had to get out. To survive. He jumped. The fox landed with a thud on the hood of the car. The blue hand beckoned further. Nick followed, as he swung himself into the passenger's seat. Then he snapped out of his trance. He looked around himself. He was safe. He was saved.
The masked figure kept driving forth. It knew that the shooting would occur soon. It had to act.
"Hey, you." the unknown creature emitted.
Nick turned, and his face twisted into a look of shock and horror.
"Wipe that look off your face, take this. The mammals up there are going to start shooting and shut that door anytime soon. I want you in the sunroof, shoot*" the figure was interrupted as three bullets whizzed by. The gas masked mammal threw Nick a pistol. It was unusually long. A suppressor?
"HEY! Get in there and do some damage. We don't have time. Anyone you know in that truck is in immediate danger."
Nick fumbled about as he got up into the opened sunroof. He heard scraps, like pebbles to a metal sheet, as he popped his head out. He took two shots at the tiger on the left. He crumpled, and fell limp in the window of the truck, dropping his smg. Nick then looked for a way to open the door. Then he spotted him. The moose. He began to fire wildly at him, missing each shot. Then the moose took his own. But not at Nick. At the tires of the car.
BAM
BAM
Two tires out. The black car swerved, and slammed into the concrete pylons, near the end of the Trans-Continental Bridge. Nick was thrown hard into the car, slamming into the dash. He was out. Cold.
Porter stared at the barricade that had just made contact with their car. He managed to save one spry fox. There were more. But he got one. Porter glanced over at the fox.
"Head trauma, would you like to treat and awaken?" said a voice. It came from the blue hand.
" *Sigh* ….yes." Porter confirmed. A low blue light wafted over the vulpine, causing him to slowly wake up.
Porter stared at him dead on. The vulpine awoke startled, then in fear, as a thing in a gas mask with a blue metallic hand was in a car. With him
"Right, I will be going now, thanks." Nick said quickly as he tried the door.
"Uh huh. And anyone on that truck that you knew will also be leaving you. For good." Porter said back
Nick froze. Judy. He had left her. He had left Judy to an unknown fate. And he didn't even care when he did. What was going on? Nick stared at the monster in the front seat.
"Fine. But first, please take off that mask. I don't like it when people hide in plain sight. Name's Nick if you didn't know by the way." Nick said, mentally stabbing his own throat for giving his real name and not one like… Frank.
"Yeah, I know. Names Porter. We've met before." Porter said, finally pulling his mask off. Nick stared in awe. This thing wasn't even a mammal. Only a little fur on his head. What the hell was he?
"What? Oh right, you're new. I'm a human. We are not from around this planet. We have hair on our heads, pits, crotch, and face. Wait….chest too. Damn it I have gone through this little speech 34 times now, and still have not got it down." Porter said
"Look. Porty, this ain't the time for this. We, as in you with the guns and master plan, and me with the need to save someone. We need to get into that base. ASAP." Nick said.
"I don't have a plan one, and two, put these on, grab a gun and a few magazines of your choice. Then follow me." Porter said as he handed Nick a similar gas mask, some vest, and gloves. Nick stared. Porter had already put his mask back on and stepped out of the car. It was destroyed. The blue handed man began to assemble his case. A large 40. Calibre sniper. Click went the final piece, the bolt locking the first round in the chamber. Thus he began his march towards the location of the camp. Nick followed closely.
Judy awoke to a large buzzer in her ears. She started up instantly. She stared at the horrid scene. A bunch of animals, stuck in cages. This was the training?
"WELCOME," boomed a large megaphone,"My name, is Mr. Borgen. And I would like to personally invite you, to your new training. Mental. Training."
Wow. The next chap will come out soon. Maybe even tomorrow soon. ;D
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