Hello comrades and welcome to chapter ten! Fair warning, this chapter is gonna be pretty violent.
The Zootopia correctional facility was a veritable fortress, surrounded by tall electrified fences topped with razor wire. The buildings that made up the prison were constructed of steel reinforced concrete half a foot thick. There were metal detectors everywhere on the inside and every square inch of the place was monitored by closed circuit tv cameras. The layout of the prison was rather simple, being a large pentagon shape with sniper towers on each corner. The facility was considered to be impenetrable, but that didn't deter Viktor.
His contact inside the prison had been delivering him information for the past several days, and had finally determined that now was the time to enact their plan.
The police force was in shambles, still in complete disarray after the loss of over half their officers at the Parsons Ironworks. In the days that followed, Viktor had gone on a crime spree, acquiring millions of dollars from banks. Viktor was now in possession of enough heavy weaponry and small arms to fight a war.
Viktor was currently inside his secondary base of operations, an old underground parking garage that was long since abandoned. The few squatters had put up little resistance when Viktor moved in, and now he was fully set up and planning the final stages of his assault on the prison.
Viktor had also acquired an accomplice for this mission, a lynx named Jason.
Jason was standing next to Viktor, looking over a map of the prison. "So you'll exit here, get in the truck and we'll be outta there?"
Viktor nodded. "Yes, it's like a smash and grab, but with a hell of a lot more resistance."
Jason was deep in thought. "And after this job I get paid, right?"
Viktor growled with annoyance. "Yes, don't worry, you'll get what's coming to you."
Jason looked satisfied. "Very well, let's move out."
Viktor walked over to an old pickup truck and climbed into the back. There was an M2 Browning heavy machine gun mounted to the truck bed. He checked the ammunition belt for the weapon then beckoned to Jason, who climbed into the drivers seat and started the vehicle. The pair raced out of the parking garage and made their way to the prison, weaving in and out of traffic at high speed.
Five minutes later, they were approaching the facility. The small truck raced past the first checkpoint and headed for the main gate. As they went, a sniper round blasted through the windshield, next to Jason, who ducked and yelled to Viktor. "For fucks sake man! Start hosing down those towers!"
Viktor pulled back the charging handle and let it go, the M2 made a very satisfying metallic clang as it chambered a bullet. Viktor grinned and muttered "let's rock!".
The machine gun spewed rounds at a terrifying rate, making a deep throaty bang every time the weapon fired.
Viktor laughed as he saw blood get splattered against the window of one of the towers, and he moved to the next, empty fifty caliber shells and belt links rained down around his feet.
One of the snipers watched as the guy in the tower next to his tried to take a shot, but was immediately riddled with bullets, blood and gore flying everywhere.
Once he finished off the towers, Viktor turned his attention to the main gate. The guards had raised bollards and taken up firing positions. "Oh good, a welcoming committee." Viktor rolled his eyes and picked up an RPG-7 out of the truck bed, taking careful aim. He slowly squeezed the trigger and flinched a little as the weapon fired, the rocket flew straight as an arrow and struck between two of the bollards, destroying them and killing several guards.
The truck raced through the gap and into the prison yard, grinding to a halt. Viktor used the M2 to clean up the few remaining guards on the outside, then he hopped out of the back, he looked over at Jason. "Alright, defend this position and wait for me to return."
Viktor opened the passenger door and grabbed his flamethrower, and a duffel bag. He paused and reached into the duffel bag, pulling out a gas mask and putting it on. He also grabbed a belt of grenades out of the bag.
With a small grunt, Viktor hauled the flamethrower up onto his back. He then began slowly walking towards the main entrance.
Viktor stepped into the main lobby and stopped. The guards had mounted a quick makeshift defense, hiding behind overturned tables. Someone threw a flashbang at Viktor, the small device landed at his feet, but he quickly kicked it, lobbing it back at the guards. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut and the flashbang went off in midair.
There was a loud ringing in his ears, but other then that Viktor was unharmed.
None of the guards wanted to try and shoot at the wolf, but there was one, a lioness who was braver then the others. With a defiant scream, she popped out from cover and emptied her sidearm into his chest.
When she ran out of ammunition, Viktor stood there for a moment, and looked down at his chest slowly. A few of the guards looked at him nervously. There were ten holes in the front of his vest, but all ten rounds had been stopped. Viktor looked back up and let out a rasping chuckle, the sound being distorted by his mask.
Viktor raised the nozzle of the flamethrower and squeezed the trigger. Huge tongues of fire leapt out of the weapon, incinerating anything they touched.
Guards screamed in agony, as they were covered in burning napalm, several were rolling on the floor, desperately trying to put out the fire.
Viktor walked forward, bathing the room in fire. He made his way out of the lobby and down several halls, burning any more guards he saw.
Viktor eventually made his way to the center of the prison and found what he was looking for, the wardens office. Viktor kicked in the door and found a small tabby cat cowering in an office chair.
"Oh god! Don't hurt me, please!" The small cat cried, trying to press himself farther into the chair.
Viktor quickly stowed the flamethrower nozzle on his back, then grabbed the cat with one paw, drawing a Bowie knife with his other. He pressed the knife into the cat's throat. "Alright, I'll ask you this once, who are you?"
"Casey Atwood, I'm the warden." The small cat responded timidly.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Casey." Viktor muttered, he then took the knife from Casey's throat.
Casey sighed heavily, but flinched a little when he felt something very cold slide into his chest. He looked down and was horrified to see that the large knife had been thrust into his chest, right between his ribs.
Viktor set the cat back in his chair and pulled the knife out. He then walked off, heading for the maximum security wing.
Casey watched on his monitor as the wolf made his way through the halls. He could feel a coldness spreading out from his chest. He started reaching out for something, but then the cold reached his arm, and it refused to move any more. A moment later his vision started to fade. Casey died in his chair, his paw mere inches from the emergency lockdown button.
Viktor followed the signs through the prison, and he eventually reached what looked like a bank vault door. There was a small microphone next to the door. Viktor pulled out a small recorder and pressed the playback button. "Casey Atwood, I'm the warden"
A green light blinked on above the microphone and the locks on the door disengaged. Viktor pushed open the door and stepped inside. Sitting on a steel bench was a small white sheep, she was reading a book intently, and smiled when Viktor walked in.
Bellwether put her book down and slowly looked over the massive wolf. "So, you're my knight in shining armor, are you?"
Viktor nodded. "I've already carried out the first steps of your plan, as you laid them out in your letter."
Bellwether nodded slowly. "Good...Good...so, the police force is crippled? And our driver is waiting for us?"
Viktor confirmed with a grunt, then began to walk off. "Stay very close to me, I suspect that the few remaining guards will do anything to keep you from leaving here alive."
Bellwether followed him, staying silent.
Right before they got to the entrance, Viktor stopped and pulled out two needles from his belt.
Bellwether looked nervous. "What's the needle for?" She asked.
"Oh, it's just an antidote." Viktor replied casually, then stuck one of the needles in his arm.
"Antidote? For what?" Bellwether seemed more intrigued than nervous now.
Viktor reached over and injected the other needle into the sheep. "It's for this." Viktor said, grinning as he pulled out a canister of nerve gas. He yanked the safety pin out of the canister and tossed it into the lobby.
There was a couple of surprised yelps from the guards who had gathered in the lobby, then a soft hissing sound as the gas was released. A couple of heavy thuds could be heard after just a few seconds.
Viktor made a sweeping motion with his arm, gesturing towards the lobby. "After you, madame."
Bellwether made her way through the lobby, followed closely by Viktor. The duo walked past the guards, who were all on the ground, trying desperately to breathe. Viktor reached down and grabbed a pistol off one of the guards as he walked out the front door of the prison.
When they got back to the truck, Jason was still waiting for them, looking slightly nervous. "Damn, boss, I thought maybe the guards had got you."
"Nah, but they got you." Viktor said.
Jason looked confused, but then started panicking as Viktor aimed a pistol at him. "No No No! wai-"
Jason was cut off as Viktor emptied the pistol into his chest.
Bellwether looked horrified. "Why'd you do that?!"
Viktor shrugged. "I didn't wanna pay him." He opened the drivers side door and pulled out Jason's corpse, then got behind the wheel.
Bellwether hopped into the passenger seat and had barely gotten the door shut when Viktor floored the accelerator, blasting out of the prison yard and back to the city.
Thanks for reading chapter ten! And as always, I'll see you all in the next chapter.