ZOOTOPIA: THE SCALES OF FEAR

Disclaimer: Zootopia is property of Disney.


Chapter 11: Obligatory Car Chase


Date: Thursday, March 26th, 2020

A dark green station wagon sped down Split Vine Road before turning onto Dew Drop Boulevard. Following the car was a larger vehicle, driven by a by rhino. "There he is!" Inspector Conan Milius exclaimed. "I know. I'm not blind!" Benjamin Thurman, the rhinoceros, retorted.

The station wagon didn't even stop as it pulled out in front of two other cars and sped away, causing the vehicles to honk their horns. Milius grabbed the radio. "Gibson, Thorpe! He's already on Dew Drop Boulevard! Where are you guys!?" Milius asked. "We're on our way! Just keep your pants on, yeesh!" Gibson replied over the radio.

As Thurman pulled out into traffic, Percival increased the speed on his car as he drove right through a red light. "Put on the siren! Put on the siren!" Cynthia exclaimed as Milius grabbed the siren off of the floor and lifted it onto the roof of the car. "Woo-hoo!" Thurman yelled as he increased his speed in order to catch up with the station wagon.


Filling up their jeep with gas, Sylvester's ears perked up as he heard the distant sound of a police siren approaching. Looking out onto the main road, he saw a dark green station wagon speeding past the gas station, with an unmarked car with a siren on the roof only a few paces behind it. "Was that... aw shit," Sylvester muttered to himself as he realized what was going on.

"Darryl!" Sylvester shouted. The front passenger window rolled down and Darryl poked his head out. "Yeah, Sly?" he asked the dingo. "We may have a problem," Sylvester said. "What do ya mean?" Darryl asked him. "The police are chasing one of our newest acquaintances," Sylvester explained.

"Which one?" Darryl asked as Sylvester finished filling up the gas tank. Waiting for a reply as Sylvester went through the process of securing the cap and closing the cover of the tank before grabbing the receipt, Darryl sighed and rolled his eyes in frustration before the dingo finally got in the driver's seat. "The guy I gave the grenade launcher on Sunday," Sylvester said. "You mean that green station wagon? I thought that belonged to the jackal," Darryl said, remembering that Sylvester had given the grenade launcher to a hyena, not a jackal.

"Doesn't matter now. If they get him to talk, we're fucked," Sylvester said as he drove away from the gas station and back towards the docks, where the Vera Alus was still located. "Hey, the liability went that way," Darryl said as he pointed behind them. "We need to inform Arjun before we do anything else," Sylvester said.

"But what makes you certain that he'll talk?" Darryl asked him. "The animals here in Zootopia aren't much for loyalty, outside of the ones who work for Mr. Big, unfortunately. He'll say whatever he can to save his own hide if they catch him alive," Sylvester explained. "Are you sure?" Darryl asked him. "Positive," Sylvester replied. "Great. Should I put a suppressor on my pistol, or do you want to do the honors?" Darryl asked him.

"We're not using the car. We can't risk them tracing the license plate, and even if we replace it with a spare, they can always go to the DMV and find out who's holding the car and where," Sylvester said as he drove to the docks. "Sly? I think you're over-thinking things," Darryl said.

"Somebody has to," Sylvester replied with a frown.


Percival Horner took another sharp right turn, barreling down a street in front of a school, where several children and teachers were outside for a fire drill. "Get out of the way," he muttered before honking his horn, forcing several children and staff to scramble to the sidewalk and school steps. Many of them looked on in sheer terror as the car drove past them, only inches away from their faces and bodies.

"That bastard! That's reckless endangerment!" Thurman exclaimed as he reduced his speed while driving by the children. He increased his speed after clearing the school zone, however, and was just about to cross an intersection when the light turned red and the cars perpendicular to their path starting going, cutting them off from their target.

"Shit!" Milius swore before grabbing the radio. "Gibson, Thorpe! We've lost him! He was last seen driving down Acorn Avenue!" Milius shouted into the radio. "Why are you always shouting?" Gibson asked as he responded. "He's on Acorn Avenue! Please confirm!" Milius demanded. "I hear ya. Acorn Avenue. Which direction, though? We need a bearing," Gibson asked in response. "East. He was heading South-East down Acorn Avenue. He almost ran over a dozen school children in the process," Milius said.

"He WHAT!? Oh, don't worry, I'll get the bastard! Gibson out!" the lion shouted over the radio. "Okay, Gibson and Thorpe are chasing after him," Milius said to his two comrades in the car. "Good. Let's just hope they bring him in alive for questioning," Cynthia said.


"I see him! I see him!" Gibson said as Thorpe took a left turn onto Acorn Avenue. "I know, I know! Geez, you're like a cub," Thorpe muttered as he accelerated and got behind the dark green station wagon. "License Plate T-H-X-One-One-Three-Eight," Thorpe said as he read the license plate to himself. Gibson retrieved a megaphone from under the seat and opened the window. "Hey, you! In the green station wagon! Pull over!" Gibson shouted.

The driver side window of the green car rolled down and Thorpe's eyes widened as he saw the jackal twisting his body slightly as he aimed a pistol out the window at them. "Son of a bitch!" Thorpe swore as he swerved to the right to avoid the oncoming fire. Percival fired twice at their car.

"Oh, he should not have done that," Gibson muttered with a grin as he unholstered his Bearretta 92FS/L pistol and checked the magazine before reinserting it and flicking off the safety. "Oh no, don't fire back at him," Thorpe pleaded, just before Percival fired at them again. "Are you sure?" Gibson asked with a grin.

"Fine!" Thorpe shouted after a round hit the windshield. "Just don't kill the guy! We need to bring him in alive!" Thorpe shouted as Roger Gibson leaned out the window and fired back, hitting the trunk of the station wagon. "Eight rounds," he muttered, counting his rounds as he fired at the suspect's vehicle.

The station wagon swerved to the left before making a turn at the intersection, avoiding Gibson's return fire. Gibson pulled himself back into the car as Thorpe drove right past a large truck. "Whoo! Too close for comfort!" Gibson exclaimed excitedly. The jackal started firing at them again from his car, forcing Thorpe to swerve his car to avoid each shot as Gibson prepared to return fire again.

"Shoot his tires! Shoot his tires!" Thorpe screamed. "I'm trying, but he's driving too wildly," Gibson responded as the green car weaved back and forth, driving through another red light, with Gibson and Thorpe close behind. "Dammit, we're gonna get ourselves killed!" Thorpe exclaimed as he narrowly missed hitting a giraffe's car.

"Come on, you bastard. Stay still for me," Gibson muttered as he took aim and fired a round at the car's rear tires. He missed the first shot, but did manage to blow a hole with the second one. "Four rounds left," Gibson said to himself with a smile.

Percival weaved his car through traffic erratically as he tried to gain control of the vehicle, before finally driving up onto the sidewalk near a cafe, sending dozens of patrons and customers running for their lives. Dozens of gazelles, deer, wildebeest and gemsbok cleared the area with speed and cries of fear as the car plowed through tables and chairs, the blown-out tire scraping against the sidewalk and producing a loud screech before the station wagon finally came to a stop, crashing into a light pole.

"Pull over, pull over!" Gibson demanded as Thorpe looked for a parking space along the sidewalk. "Just hold on a min-hey, Gibson!" Thorpe yelled as the lion unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door, jumping out onto the sidewalk and rushing over to the crashed vehicle. "Dammit, Rog," John Thorpe muttered to himself as he drove ahead and parked the car.

Roger Gibson still had his weapon drawn as he slowly approached the green station wagon, keeping his gun pointed at the ground and looking around at the terrified animals surrounding them. "It's okay," he said, reaching into his jacket to pull out his badge. "I'm a cop. It's okay," he said again before putting the badge away and carefully resuming his approach of the wrecked car.

He glanced up as he saw Thorpe approaching from the other direction. Thorpe had his sidearm, a modestly sized Cobra 79/M revolver, drawn and pointed at the ground. "We open the door on three," Thorpe said as he cautiously approached the vehicle and glancing at the deployed air bag inside. "Did you call an ambulance?" Gibson asked him. "Uh, yeah. I'm pretty sure I did," Thorpe said.

"Okay, on three," Gibson said as he slowly reached for the door handle. "Wait, do you mean one, two, three go, or one, two, three then go?" Thorpe asked him. "What? Just say three and I'll open the fucking door," Gibson said, shaking his head. "Right. Okay. One, two... three!" Thorpe exclaimed as Gibson grabbed the door handle and pulled.

Percival Horner groaned as he looked at the two cops. "My... neck," he rasped out in pain. Gibson holstered his gun before pulling his cuffs out and grabbing the jackal's arms. "You, Mr. Percival Horner, have the right to remain silent. Anything that you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to legal counsel. If you cannot afford legal counsel, then we shall provide legal counsel for you. Do you understand that?" Gibson asked him.

"Y-Yeah," Percival groaned in pain. "Good. After that ambulance arrives, you're gonna be in for a long line of questioning," Gibson said to the wounded jackal. "Good work, Rog," Thorpe said to the lion. "Thanks. Now we just have to wait for the damn ambulance to arrive," Gibson said to the tiger.


416 West Claw Road, Featherville, Outback Island

Judy Hopps looked around the house in sorrow. The incubation room downstairs was totally destroyed, and the eggs held within the nest were broken. The developing chicks had been taken to a morgue along with the rest of the family. "Four eggs. This was their first clutch," Nick said as he read the report of the scene. "This... this isn't right. These were innocent animals," Judy said. This was the final house on their list, and it had been very much like the others.

"Yeah, and Mr. Big ordered them to be killed," Wycleff said. "We don't have hard evidence that he was responsible," Judy said. "Hopps, we have the polar bear fur, as well as the fur from the other animals who took part in the attacks," Wycleff said. "Entire families were murdered, Hopps. Polar bears don't just visit the Outback Region on a whim," he continued.

"Look, I'm not defending Mr. Big, okay? Is it likely that he's involved? Yes, but unless we have hard irrefutable evidence that links him directly, we can't just accuse him outright," Judy said. Wycleff rolled his eyes. "She's right," Nick said. "If we manage to take him to court, we'd need evidence that cannot be overturned, otherwise the whole case against him could be thrown out. The defense team could claim that we allowed personal bias to interfere with our work if just we accuse him outright without having solid evidence," he added.

"Hey, guys!" Martinez said as she entered the house. "What?" Nick asked her. "I just heard from Milius. They caught a suspect from the Sunday killings. He's been taken to the Nomak Hospital," Martinez said. "That's nice. We're supposed to focus on the bird killings, though," Wycleff said. "A suspect is still a suspect. We might be able to piece together who did this with information from him," Martinez said.

"Or we could get the fur samples back to the lab and see who they belong to," Wycleff said as he stood up. "We've searched this house from top to bottom and found everything that's been left to find," Wycleff added. "He's right. Let's get going," Nick said. Judy looked at the living room one last time before nodding her head and following the others out the door.


Interior Cargo Hold of the Vera Alus, Docked in Port CD-#017

"Yeah, we heard the chatter over the police frequency. They've taken him to the Nomak Hospital in Downtown Savanna Central," Darryl said over the phone. "Will he talk?" Arjun Rooter asked on the other end of the line. "I don't know. Sly here says that the jackal will probably sing like a canary," Darryl replied as he leaned against a wall, playing with one of his knives.

"I'll speak to Mr. Sharpo and find out just how loyal his subordinates are to him. Get your gear ready, but do not take any action until I give the orders. Do you understand?" Arjun asked him. "Yeah, I understand. I'll let Sly know," Darryl replied. "Good. I will speak to you later. Bye," Arjun said before hanging up. Darryl hung up his phone and put his knife away before making his way over to the area where Sylvester was waiting.

"Oi, Sly! Just talked to the boss," Darryl said as he walked over to the dingo, who was leaning against the frame of the helicopter. "What did he say?" Sylvester asked him. "He said to wait for further instructions and that he's going to call up the bear to see how loyal this guy is," Darryl said. "We should just head over to the hospital and silence the guy now while we can," Sylvester said with a frown. "Hey, orders are orders," Darryl said. "Yeah," Sylvester said with a sigh, "I know."


At the Nomak Hospital, Red Team stood outside of the door to the room where Percival was receiving medical help. "So..." Gibson said as he leaned against the wall. "Anybody hear from Blue Team?" he asked. "Yeah," Cynthia said as she hung up her phone. "They're leaving Outback Island and heading to the station to to give the fur samples to the lab. Hopefully we should have some identities by tomorrow morning," she finished.

"What an eventful day," Milius said as he sat down on a bench in the hallway. "Hey, you doin' okay there?" Gibson asked the leopard. "No. I think I either twisted or fractured one of my ankles earlier," Milius replied. "You might wanna get that looked at," Gibson said.

"No shit," Milius responded. "Hey, Thurman, take the old geezer to the station and get him checked up," Gibson said with a smirk. "Old? Just to let you know, Sergeant, this old geezer has seen far more action than you in my time on the force, and I've solved a lot more cases than you have," Milius said with a grin. "Come on, Inspector," Thurman said as he led the leopard away from the group.

"Please carry me?" Milius asked jokingly. "No. You're a grown adult," Thurman replied. "But I'm old! You heard Gibson," Milius joked. "Still not carrying you," Thurman said humorously.

The door to the room soon opened and a beaver entered the hallway. "Are you the police officers who brought this fellow here?" he asked them. "Yes," Thorpe said. "Can he talk?" Gibson asked him. "He is capable of speech, but please be gentle with him. He is currently on pain medication for his neck, and he won't be entirely lucid for a while once they've kicked in," the beaver, named Dr. Forsythe, said.

"How long do they take to kick in?" Cynthia asked him. "About ten to twenty minutes, given the dosage size," Dr. Forsythe said. "And how long ago was he given a dosage?" Gibson asked him. "About thirty minutes ago. He'll need to stay here until his neck has healed," Dr. Forsythe said.

"Shit, we can't question a suspect who's on loopy pills," Gibson said. "Actually, it's intravenous," Dr. Forsythe said. "Oh. Shit, we can't question a suspect who's on a loopy tube," Gibson corrected himself. "You have got a strange set of priorities," Cynthia muttered.

"Hey, if this guy isn't fully coherent, that means anything he says can be thrown out because he wasn't in a proper state of mind when he said it," Gibson retorted. "That isn't what I was referring to," Cynthia shot back. Thorpe looked back at the distant forms of Thurman and Milius turning a corner in the hallway. Sighing, he turned back to face the beaver.

"So... how long until he's able to speak to us coherently? He's a suspect in a criminal investigation," Thorpe asked him. "He should be okay by Friday night or Saturday afternoon," Dr. Forsythe replied. "We have to wait nearly a whole day and a half? Shit," Gibson muttered angrily. "Hey, who caused him to crash into that pole?" Thorpe asked him. "He didn't have to climb his car onto the sidewalk. He could've just as easily stopped behind another vehicle," Gibson retorted.

"Enough, guys. Okay, Doctor? This is the phone number of the ZPD, and this is my card. Call me or this number when he's ready to be interviewed by us," Cynthia said as she handed a card with her number on it to the doctor. "I'll be sure to do so," Dr. Forsythe said. "Oh, and... don't allow any visitors unless they're family or police officers with proper identification," Cynthia said.

"Right," Dr. Forsythe said, nodding his head. "That means they need to show their badge and ID," Cynthia clarified. "I know what that means," Dr. Forsythe said hastily. "I wasn't born yesterday," he muttered as he walked away. "Oh! Make sure that the family members show proper ID too!" Cynthia called out to him. The beaver nodded his head as he walked away.


Sharpo Imports Company Office

Terrence Sharpo sighed in frustration as he looked at the male spotted hyena standing in front of him. "Phil, I think you know why I've called you here," Sharpo said darkly. "S-Sir?" Phillip Clawmill asked his boss. "Phil... Percival is in the hospital and is probably a day or two away from talking to the police. You've done good work for me, Phil, but I need you to lay low for a while, because the police did get a picture of you in Percival's car on Sunday. Your face was a little blurry, but if they can somehow identify you, I'd rather not have another employee lead the police on a chase through the city," Sharpo said.

"Uh, where should I hide?" Phil asked his boss. "You will go to Outback Island and work in one of Mr. Rooter's facilities," Sharpo said. "And... I'll be safe there?" Phil asked him. "Of course, Phil. The police will never find you," Sharpo replied with a grin, putting his unsuspecting employee at ease. "I'll arrange to have two of Mr. Rooter's animals pick you up and take you there for an interview shortly," Sharpo said.

"Um, wow. Th-Thanks, Mr. Sharpo," Phil said. "You're welcome," Sharpo said in return before waving off the hyena. Phil Clawmill nodded his head and walked back out the door and into the hallway. As soon as the door was closed, Sharpo turned to Girdlier. "Do you think that Horner will mention Clawmill to the police?" Girdlier asked his boss.

"I don't know. If he leads the police to him, then they could either lead the police in circles around each other, or they both might try to make a deal with the police and lead them to us," Sharpo said. "The police could easily use them as incentive against each other to make one of them talk," Girdlier agreed. "I'm going to miss Clawmill, but he was too reckless and didn't watch for the traffic cameras," Sharpo said before he picked up his cell phone and called Arjun Rooter.


Zootopia Police Department, Precinct One, Later...

"Oh, come on," Gibson muttered as he looked at the cost of the light pole that had been damaged by Percival's car. "Shouldn't the bad guy be the ony paying for it? I mean, he's the one who damaged the pole, not me," the lion muttered to himself as he continued typing up his action report.

"Just be glad that was the only expensive bit of damage," Cynthia said to him. "Okay, now did he drive past the kids before that other right turn or after?" she asked herself. "After. He had to take that turn in order to get onto that road in the first place," Milius said as he typed up his report as well.

"Where's Blue Team?" Gibson asked out loud. "They're working on their findings from the Outback Region. Their reports are going to be considerably shorter than ours," Thorpe answered. "Lucky them," Gibson said as he continued typing.

"So, who's guarding our suspect at the hospital right now?" Milius asked. "McLeod and Fursfield," Cynthia said. "I thought those guys were patrol officers?" Gibson asked. "Yeah, but they've worked guard detail before. Remember when Hopps had to move into Wilde's apartment after hers was blown to pieces?" Cynthia asked him.

"Yeah, I remember that. Clawhauser won the fucking lottery after that whole mess was over," Gibson said. "Say, didn't you and Wilde-" "That's in the past," Cynthia said, interrupting Gibson. "Besides, it was just a fling and nothing more," she added. "Right," Gibson said before returning his attention to his computer. "Where was... shit, I forgot where I was," he muttered in dismay. Thorpe and Milius both snorted at him.


UNI-WORLD Shipping Company Zootopia Branch HQ, Outback Island

Phillip Clawmill looked around the corridors of the UNI-WORLD Shipping facility in silence as he and Sylvester made their way toward Arjun Rooter's office. As they neared the door, Phillip sniffed the air. "Do you smell that?" he asked Sylvester. "Yes. Mr. Rooter is probably eating right now. Just so you understand, he tends to eat his meat a little... raw," Sylvester warned him.

"So... bloody?" Phillip asked him. "Very, if he can get away with it. Komodo Dragons have a very interesting immune system, and even after thousands of years, they are still capable of eating carrion without suffering any ill effect," Sylvester said. Phillip's eyes widened. "Huh. I... didn't know that," he said.

"Do you know what carrion even is?" Sylvester asked him. "Uh... raw meat?" Phillip replied, slightly unsure. "Meat that's still on the bone... of the carcass. I've seen him eat fish while it's still moving," Sylvester said. Phillip nodded his head in understanding before Sylvester opened the door and ushered the hyena inside.

Sitting at his desk, eating a plate of chicken, Arjun looked up at the two animals who had entered his office, nodding to Sylvester before the dingo closed the door. Sylvester then walked over behind Arjun's desk and began fiddling around with something that Phillip couldn't see. "So," Arjun said after swallowing a bite of chicken, "I hear you might have gotten the attention of the police?"

"Um... not intentionally," Phillip said. "Say, what's with the plastic on the floor?" Phillip asked. There was a series of overlapping plastic tarps covering the room. "I'm planning to have the room painted this weekend. Figured I'd get this part out of the way," Arjun replied as Sylvester turned around and positioned himself to the left of the lizard.

"Right," Phillip said. "You can step on it if you'd like. It's going to get dirty anyway," Arjun said before Phillip walked up to the desk. "You may wish to stand just a few feet back, so my food doesn't hit you if I spit while talking," Arjun said. Phillip nodded his head and stepped back a few feet. "So, Mr. Sharpo said that if I stay here, then the police won't be able to find me. Is that true?" Phillip asked the dragon. "Oh yes. Absolutely," Arjun said before Sylvester raised his pistol, sound suppressor attached, and shot Phillip in the head.

The hyena fell over backwards onto the plastic tarp-covered floor, his brains staying off of the floor itself. "Cover him up, and wear some gloves or put something on your feet," Arjun said before taking another bite out of his chicken. "Yes sir," Sylvester said as he retrieved a pair of claw-proof work gloves before applying latex gloves over top of them.

He quickly set to work on rolling the plastic tarp around the body of Phillip Clawmill and preparing it for disposal. "Do you want me to save anything for you?" Sylvester asked his boss. "No. The risk of his scent being caught by someone is too great if we keep him here to eat, unless we were to freeze him, but then we'd have to let him thaw out, and the smell from that would definitely draw unwanted attention. No, just dispose of the body somewhere that no one will notice. Put it in a large trash bag and take it... somewhere on the mainland. Be discrete about it, and take someone inconspicuous with you," Arjun said.

Sylvester nodded his head before leaving to retrieve the supplies needed for his task. "And Sylvester... make sure to use a vehicle that won't be recognized, and change the license plate on it when you're done. I don't care how careful you are, I'd rather not take the risk," Arjun added firmly. "Of course," Sylvester said with a nod before leaving the room.

A few minutes later, Sylvester returned with cleaning supplies packing material. "What a waste of resources," Sylvester muttered. "Yes, but he was a liability that we needed to eliminate. You can't make an omelet without breaking an egg, Sylvester. Besides, Sharpo didn't seem at all reluctant to throw him to us to begin with," Arjun said.

"Well, if you want my honest opinion, I think that the bear is a complete sociopath," Sylvester said. "One does not enter this type of life willingly if they do not have problems, Sylvester," Arjun said. "True, but this bear just rubs me the wrong way," Sylvester said. "I don't care what your kind's ancestry is, Sylvester, because you are an extremely competent employee and far better at your job than most pure-blooded canines," Arjun said.

"Great, now you're only second-to-last on my list when I snap," Sylvester snarked. "And I assume that Sharpo is first?" Arjun asked him. "As soon as you give the order, or as soon as we don't need him anymore... just let me know where to find him," Sylvester said. "I'll make sure of it," Arjun said. "Now... where exactly on the mainland should I put the body?" Sylvester asked the monitor lizard. "Look up where the municipal garbage is collected," Arjun said.

"Right. Now, what do we do about the police?" Sylvester asked him. "Yes, the police. They seem to be getting a bit too close for comfort. Do you think the mainland police will be as willing to cooperate as the ones back home?" Arjun asked. "Depends on the incentive and the officers in question. Gotta find out what matters to them before you can scare them into doing anything," Sylvester replied as he began wrapping up the body in another trash bag.

"Yes, but if that jackal talks to the police before we can do anything, we're screwed," Arjun said. "If they read him his rights, he might stay quiet, but even then... they might find a way to make him talk," Sylvester said. "This is a most troublesome situation," Arjun noted with a frown. "I guess it's a good thing that I had everyone return the weapons I lent them on Sunday, eh?" Sylvester said. "Yes. There's no doubt that the police will be searching the residences of their suspects. The hyena is taken care of, but how do we handle the jackal?" Arjun asked rhetorically, before looking at Sylvester thoughtfully.

"Will you be able to slip into the hospital where the jackal is being held?" Arjun asked him. "I don't think so," Sylvester said. "They probably have guards posted inside with strict orders to ask for ID. I'd be found out in a heartbeat," Sylvester said. "Even so... find out which room he's in and then see... if there's another way to get to him," Arjun said. "Just because you can't get to the target directly doesn't mean you can't still get to it," Arjun said with a smile.

Sylvester tilted his head in confusion before he finally caught on. "Right. That should work," Sylvester said. "Can you do it, though? Do you have the skill?" Arjun asked him. "My sister could do it, and she always second place when we competed at anything. Of course I can," Sylvester said with a smile. "Good. After you've disposed of this body, perform some recon and then prepare for your next target," Arjun said.

"Will the bear be okay with that?" Sylvester asked him. "Most likely. I don't think he cares as much about loyalty as he does money," Arjun said. "Unfortunate," Sylvester said. "Yes, but sometimes loyalty can only be found because of money, depending on who you are," Arjun noted with a snicker. "Right. Without money, I doubt that even Sharpo's toilet would work for him," Sylvester said with a chuckle. "Good one," Arjun said before the dingo began moving the corpse-filled bag out of the room.


Author's Notes: Yes, this chapter was heavily influenced and inspired by Lethal Weapon 2 (1989). I make no apologies for it. To those of you who have been paying attention, you may notice that I haven't mentioned Sylvester's last name at all. Do any of you think that you'll be surprised when I finally reveal Sylvester's last name, or will you totally see it coming? You'll totally see it coming, won't you?

Also, the next chapter won't be posted until late Monday or Tuesday, as I will be doing a lot of traveling on Monday. Also also, the next chapter will feature... stuff! And things! You guys like stuff and things, don't you? No? Too bad.