Chapter Summary
This needs more work, the person that asked for Try Everything stuff asked for the aftermath too. I think I need to work on this more. It's too minimalist, and the pacing is off.
Chapter Notes
Warning: Written quickly, not beta'ed, and edits are not in depth. Will continue to edit and refine if I spot problems.
"911 what is your emergency?"
"T-t-t-this is-of-Ho-hopps...of-down..."
"Excuse me ma'am, but you are being unclear. Is this a emergency?"
"Of-...down..."
*sounds of movement in background*
"Ma'am?"
"officers do-WWWWWNNNNNN! AHHH! AHHHHHHHHHH!"
*sounds of movement, something wet*
"Ma'am!? Are you okay? I need you to stay calm."
"O-officers down, this is Judy Hopps, Badge-badge..."
"You are a police officer?! Stay on the line, I will have an ambulance there in no time."
"Badge number niner-five-zero-niner-niner...officers...down..."
"Just stay on the line sweetie, I have help on the way...Roger! I got officers down here!"
"My-my partner...he's..."
"Don't push yourself...just stay on the line, can you tell me where you are?"
"Inside...natural history...museum...I have...four...suspects...down..."
"H-how many animals are hurt?"
"...two..."
Chief of Police, Mwana Bogo listened to the 911 recording silently as he surveyed the carnage in what had been Zootopia Metropolitan Natural History Museum's storage wing.
And he looked at his phone for the photos doctors at CTH had sent over, Hopps' bloody wound, an inch wide and all but going through to the other side...and she was the lucky one.
Wilde...there were no words for the state of his body. Would he ever be a cop again...would he even be able to walk again...concerns for later, both were in surgery.
Going on nine hours now. Nine hours...and the blood was just starting to congeal.
The lab boys were all over it, Gearwinder was the best Technical Services had to offer. A long bodied rat with a eye for detail, him and his team...they would not miss a thing.
The ME, a otter by the name of Peralmonger, was surveying the pile of bodies from which they extracted a unconscious Wilde, and semi-conscious Hopps. Four rams, all wearing lab grade chem suits.
"What in the creator's name happened here?" Someone said, Bogo ignored them in favor of the bodies. Or rather. The one body away from the rest.
The one with a small bloody pawprint on the nostrils and mouth...the one officers found Hopps lying on...burner phone in paw...spouting conspiracy theories...
"Sir, we found something." Gearwinder padded up, his windbreaker open as he held up something electronic.
"High-grade mic-speaker and storage device, pretty fancy. Founded a ways back, in a carrot pen of all things..."
"Can you get it to work?" Bogo asked simply, as he considered the bloody pawprint.
"Sure. The casing might have been smashed, but the stuff all still works..." Gearwinder clicked the play button.
What came out...well...Bogo knew that that little pawprint had to disappear...that a certain line of thought...had to disappear...he...he took care of his officers...
Especially since he was the one that forced them into this.
Results or their badges...
Bogo clenched his jaw.
Results...they had brought him results.