Hey readers, its TheDailyRabbit here, back with the next installment of Tales from the city. This is gonna be a great chapter. I know this took some time to put out, but I wanted to make it longer and better for you all. Enjoy! So without anymore fraz, here we go:
Chapter 9 – The dark ahead
The room was windowless and cold, and the lonely mammal knew it well. He had helped put hundreds of would-be-criminals here. Outside the door to the cold concrete box of solitude, Nick, Judy, and John Wilde stood, heads lowered in quiet conference. Nick raised his head. The three mammals walked into the room, along with a grizzly bear named yogi in full body armor with a rifle. The session began, and John feared it would be dominated by his yelling, and the squeals of pain from the weasel. And it was.
2 hours later…
The three mammals walked out of the root-cellar-like room, down the concrete hallway, and back into the offices. Yogi was also following them. It was nearly 4:30 pm, which meant it was nearly time for the young couple to go home. The two slowly filled out the 5 forms that every officer filed each day, along with two more on the happenings in the interrogation room. John sat in the spare chair next to Nick, looking over his son's shoulder every so often. "Where're you two staying?" John asked. "Our house," Nick Answered.
"Oh."
"Problem?"
"No, but you may want to consider moving."
"Oh indeed." The young fox reached across the desk, grabbed the neat pile of paperwork belonging to Judy, and laid the 14 forms in the "out" box perched atop the filing cabinet.
"Dad, We're going home," Nick said. As the trio walked down the city streets, a pair of yellow eyes watched. The assassins' pace along the rooftops matched that of the foxes and rabbit. The family came to their cozy little townhouse, unlocked the door, and entered. John was the last inside, and before he closed the door, he saw a small red light flash on the rooftop opposite the house. John flicked his phone and flashed the camera, its light signaling to the camouflaged person across the street. He looked inside the house and saw the young couple making dinner. By the time he turned around, the figure had set down behind a chimney. John closed the door, and entered a house smelling of stew.