AU: *looks at beard length* Whoa.. * looks at calendar, eyes widen * WOW its been a WHILE * blows off dust * To be fair coursework, Exams, and finals am I right? Here it is guys! Part 2. Being super busy with coursework aside, My insides are torn. Friend of mine got hitched, drank my horn deep and danced the night away *chuckle*. Another pal of my passed on after his first and sadly last Epic trip to the Adirondacks. Hiking, throwing knives and axes, cracking jokes whilst hiking upward, breaking bread at the mountaintops, parkour running the rocks on the way down, singing old songs when our playlists ran dry, and merrily eating/drinking our fill over good conversation back at the campsite. I was looking forward to making more memories with him and it... it's life but it hurts you know? Got me self a good job, fortunately I have until the 22nd of next month off. Really wanted to pump out parts one and two before the semester got this far in, but still running without a editor so its been extremely difficult. Its nearly been a over a year since I started this fic, sad in comparison with others who have at least over 50K+. But hey at times like this encouragement can bolster zeal like the song Lift me up by five fingered death punch. Really appreciate you guys and gals taking the time to read some of these, I know that Imma bit of a jerk since I don't update as consistently, detailed, sensibly nor as thickly like most fic's. Once we have DT in Zootopia, I was thinking * raises hands in defense * hear me out. See, it occurred to me that a few films have come out in the last couple of months, such as the new movies like smurfs, Kingsmen 2, the Bodyguard, Thors Ragnarok, The last Jedi, and so forth, have come out. Been thinking making an offshoot for at least one of these films, along with Kung fu panda 3, and the last season of samurai jack. Saw each and every episode. Last one's ending was a load of huey, methinks it needs a continuous sequel. The last episode made me feel a forgotten horrifying sensation. Seeing Ashi collasp and vanish in Jack's arms.. time based paradox that since Aku no longer exists neither could she. Even so, have not felt such a sensation since Christopher Paolini sunk Eragon and Arya's proveribial "ship" in the last book of the Dragon Rider series. *SPOILER ALERT * Excellent story, with a reasonable, sensible but aggro inducing end. Showed the progression of areas of scientific study in the southern kingdom and Eragon on top of making that tournament for the Urguls way of life, made it possible for practically any race to become a rider. Still with that ship sunk, it took, *dramatic voice * Lots of fanfiction to soothe the rage and ease the pain that was felt across the continent of Alegasia that day*END SPOILER*. Any who, just to give you guys a HEADS UP, there will be some brief mentions of other characters from others series. Such as characters from the Jak and Daxter Series. I do no own characters from said series and they will not be used as of yet in this offshoot series. * peers through random binoculars* Not 'til the board is set. So without further ado, * cracks knuckles * lets get back to the story, *folds up binoculars *we gotta hurry if DT is gonna make that plane! * jumps through portal * allyoop! * free fall* REMEMBER FOLKS * shouting over the wind* THIS STORY IS RATED MATURE! COLORFUL LANGUAGE, INNUENDO, AND SCENARIOS WILL BE DISPLAYED AT SOMEPOINT AND TIME. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!
Narrator : ( Cue Aftergold by Big Wild ) Last time * sticks the landing* we left off our story our protagonist and company we're making their way towards the tracks near Pintos warehouse. However as much as he was hoping for a smooth job just like the last two, Pinto's boys had two things going for them. One, they knew how to handle themselves in a fight. Two they had experience with law enforcement, not the good kind, and we're smarter for it. Surprising for a bunch of muscle bound buffons working for a meat head like mugshot. On top of that it appears that Neyla decided to take a little detour after leaving Pinto an unseen "gift"...well 'side from the fact that she is gonna whoop his butt-
BOOM!
Narrator: Speaking of which THAT was the sound of the brothel being blown sky high.
Chief Berkeley: * looks behind sharply * Merde, at least they got the evidence back to HQ. * radios in *Charles! Get the fireman on the line, have them handle the mess back there and keep the flames from spreading. * ends comm * Freaking A MORE PAPERWORK ! * bites french crueller *
Officer Randos: Sir? Might I recommend laying off the sweets, if your old injuries don't put ya in the ICU the amount of sweets and caffeine ya have had tonight will. You know how Ms. Berkeley is when these nights happen!
Chief Berkley: * barks out laugh * Listen pup, * chomp * YOU * points donut at Officer * let ME, * points donut back at himself * Worry about how mon cheri will knock me around for eating the good stuff. It's gonna take more to put me put me in the ICU than some pastry's. Been put into the hospital faster by some 2 bit street punk with a cutsom made shiv for instestines.
Officer: *sigh* Sir given what you just divulged to me, it makes all the more reason to watch what you eat-
Chief Berkley: * smacks Rando's head * If it makes ya feel any better garcon, you can have the next 3 boxes. I'll even go to Doc for a checkup on my blood pressure. Now lets get a move on eh? Call in the boys from the Hospital! But have them keep about 6 to 10 guards on duty incase there's any funny business, Savvy? Swear if this carries overseas, we're gonna need the Jade Palace Branch specialists to spread even with this cluster-fuck. Fortune forbid that Bogo gets wind of this. * chuckles * then again, * chomps into bavarian * it'll be a good way to burn calories, exchanging "pleasantries" with old horn head.
Narrator: wacha!
Randos: *rubs head * Yes Sir, shall I inform Inspector Fox and Constable Del Tigre to be on look out for anything suspicious?
Chief Berkeley: Sure but let 'em report it instead of pursuing or investigating, chances are it could be a diversion of sorts. Of what kind and for what or whom exactly I'm unsure. Anything else going during this operation will be set aside unless deemed urgent.
Randos: Roger. * radio communicae * Inspector Fox and Constable Del Tigre, Chief wants you on lookout, report back if its nothing big, handle if deemed necessary. Otherwise report it in. Chief wants this OP to go smooth down to the last pin hair. If a proverbial hair is out of place, smooth it back down.
Inspector Fox: *amused laugh* Roger that Randos, over and out.
Mona: Sir, permisson to speak freely?
Berkeley: Go ahead.
Mona. Sir...if I may what is the recommendation rate for getting a transfer into the ZPD?
Berkeley: ...* sigh * Well... since your so curious only the top 10 percent, "constable".
Mona: I see, thank you Sir.
Berkeley: Exams are in a few months time, if you wish to apply for an internship. You would of course have to take the courses at their local Academy to fill out the proper procedures and paperwork. And, despite the fact they have multi-faceted and various training simulations suited to each part of the cities environments...you are welcome to attempt it.
Mona: * fist pumps * Again thankyou sir!
Berkeley: * chuckle * Just don't get cocky kid, you got a ways to go so don't go biting off more than you chew.
Mona: Roger that Chief, Ten four over and out!
Carmaleita: * smiles widely and mouths * First step, good for you hermana!
Narrator: * clutches chest * Be still by beating heart! Running on a caffeine high here, seriously, don't think it is physically possible to deal in with the sugar intakes Carmelita and Mona are providing here. * looks back in the distance * Huh coulda swore that bomb had enough oregano... was suppose to go off 20 minutes afterwards. Eh, interpretative fantasy physics. * looks at readers * imagine that folks, that much cholesterol in the first page or so? Anyway, the operation was going smoothly for the most part. But you know what they say, there is a time of trial for all things. Such is the case here, as D'artagnan predicted, not every factor was predicted to be a controllable factor. Which included Neyla herself.
Neyla: Right so just gotta do more or less the same with the Bruden Brothel, *peers at smoke cloud in the distance * whoops "former" Bruden Brothel. * snickers * Gonna have to be careful with this one though not too much cover aside from the rafters and crates, might to find something of worth on the black market provided pinto isn't as much of a idiot as people like to pertain him to be.
PINTOS WAREHOUSE
Pinto: Are the shipments ready?
Goon: yeah boss we just need to get sections one and two down to the airport and docks respectively. The boy's are just a tad nervous about handling the crystals, cuz-
Pinto: *halts, looks over shoulder*...Excuse me, the FUCK did you just say?
Goon: * gulp * W-well boss, we know how valuable they are, but its cuz the crystals are delicate and votile-
Pinot: No, no knucklehead heard you the first time you said it, I want to know WHY your telling me this instead the chucklenuts that are supposed to be HANDLING it?!
Goon: ...
Pinto: * deep inhale and exhale * Right, Megaphone if you please * holds out hand *
Goon: * shakily hands it to him and quickly covers ears *
Pintos: * deep inhale * YOU FUCKWADS BETTER NOT BE TRYING TA MEASURE YOUR TALLYWACKERS IN SOME STUPID COMPETITION OR SO HELP ME, I WILL BEAT YOUR FACES TIL YOUR MADRE'S DON'T RECOGNIZE EVEN A FRECKLE ON YA FACE!
3 stooges: No sir!
Pintos: THEN GET TO FUCKING WORK AND MOVE THOSE CRATES! PRAXUS AND HIS PARTNER VIGAR ARE EXPECTING THIS SHIPMENT TO COVER HIS BOOKS FOR RESEARCH OVER THE NEXT 6 MONTHS OR MORE WHICH MEANS MORE FRANCS FOR DIS OPERATION, NOW MOVE YOURS ASSES BEFORE I TAKE SEVERAL SKELETON KEYS AND SHOVE THEM UP FAR ENOUGH YOUR ASSES THAT YOU'LL BE ABLE TO OPEN DOORS!
3 stooges: YES SIR, CLEAR SIR, ON IT SIR!
Pintos: * clicks off megaphone * forget about getting busted by Interpol, * sigh * we screw up this shipment of unregistered E-ore and the head of their company gets wind of this, Damas and his son will BOTH be looking into it. Ugh if THAT happens, we're gonna hafta burn all the paperwork and try selling the rest of the junk for half the profit, not to mention the Head Honcho will be pissed if we take less than more for the materials. Better be sure to send some of the Danes into Holland, chances are the boss will need to relocate for a while.
Goon: Hey boss?
Pinots: What now?
Goon: Considering the boom we heard not to long ago,
Pinto: * raised ridge * Si?
Goon: Well..maybe we should consider, I dunno, c-calling up the head honcho and-
Pintos: As long as I'm in charge of things hear NO SUCH THING WILL BE DONE! I HAVE MY PRIDE DAMMIT, WHATEVER SHITSTORM IS THROWN AT US, WE WILL NOT BE MADE INTO SOME CHEAP JOKE!
BOOM!
Pinto: What the in th-
WHIPASH
Pinto: * dodges * WHOA!
Neyla: *curls back whip *
Pinto: * touches back of head , sees blood smirks * Provided that this little shindig does'nt go sideways, what say you and I find a nice backroom for pillow talk hm?
Neyla: As much as any little girl would jump at the chance, No thankyou, my body already knows the tender touch of a REAL male and not some Napoleon Bonaparte looking to compensate for his height complex. * smirk * Or is it the fact that your "proportionate" commentary that tends to steer companionship away from your-
Pinto: * smashes spiked bat into concrete * Just for flapping those lips, *lifts and hefts spiked bat slowly * I'm gonna enjoy making you squeal more ways than you can possibly count bitch * cracks knuckles *
Neyla: Considering your estimated numerical value, it does'nt sound like alot. I'll save you the trouble, seeing as how the boxcars out on the track are not exclusively yours to begin with, I took the liberty of locking them up "til the calvary arrives.
Pinto: *scoffs* Sure you did, I have at least 3 guards out there at all times keeping watch on the loaded cargo.
(10 MINUTES EARLIER, NEAR STOLEN BOXCARS )
Pierre: So uh fred, how the missus doin?
Fredic: Not too bad she lets me see the kids every now and then. Wish she was'nt such a nag though about how the money that pays for the kids schooling comes from blood money and how EXACTLY I'm able put food on the table though-
Bob: SHHH! Did you guys hear that?
Fred: Hear what bob? * listens * I don't what your talking about Bob, probably the paranoia getting to ya.
Bob: Sorry, just nervous. I mean you should be too with the explosion we heard in the distance.
Pierre: The sensation I'm feeling at the moment is boredom, seriously what's a dude gotta do to see some action around-
THUNK THUNK THUNK
pierre: ... here? * looks at behind* Darts, what the- * looks up in realization * Oh woof.
Narrator: everybody do the flop!
(simultaneous WHAM)
PRESENT TIME
Neyla: Not much for brains it would appear * jerks thumb towards window * seeing as how easily I put them to sleep with some special ordered sleep darts.
Pinto: * shocked * y-you..*pissed* YOU DID WHAT?!
Neyla: Huh and here I thought that what would trigger your fragile temperament was the fact that I jammed the doors shut on the boxcars * smirks*
Pinto: *SNARL* YOU FUCKING BITCH! * charges her *
Neyla: Hah! Not yours that's for sure, Pint-size. * readies whip*
Narrator: for the next 15 to 30 minutes Neyla and Pinto fought. Nothing too epic with the exception that Pinto kept knocking over warehouse boxes to distract and slow her movements.
MEANHWHILE LOADING DOCKS IN THE WAREHOUSE
Mercenary Achilles: * Steps through giant crumbling hole * Bon Nuit everybody, this would'nt happen to be be PINTOS warehouse now would it?
Thugs and Goons: *scrabbling * Who da fuck are you-
Mercenary Achilles: Before you say anything, nothing personal, we were hired for this.
Thugs and goons : * twitch * WRONG ANSWER CREOLE! * bring out weapons and give off various snarls, growling, and barking *
Mercenary Achilles: Welp that answers that question, * shouts over shoulder * BOYS, SPARRING TIME! SEAL OFF THE EXITS UNTIL THE COPS GET HERE AND SEIZE THE TRANSPORT VEHICLES. WE'LL NEED THEM AS PROOF OF PAYMENT ON D'ARTANGANS PART!
Mercs: * nods *
Mercenary Achilles: And remember kiddies, * inhales * NO GUNS, JUST CLOSE QUARTER COMBAT! CHARGE!
Mercenaries: * battle cries *
PRISON HOPSITAL ( apologies on deets from the comic book, bently was being monitored in a prison hospital)
Police grunt 1: * snorts * So, you think that Cooper will REALLY try to break out our resident reptilian guest?
Police grunt 2: * raised eyebrow * ...Yes the possibility is high. You think we we're placed here as decorations or something?
Police grunt 1: *deadpan voice * oh how thy comments wound me.
Narrator: Tip toe through the window through the - oh would you look at that a familiar figure slips past the two figures...
Police Grunt 2: Seriously though man, where's THIS coming from? Didn't get your daily dose of cafe before the shift started?
Police grunt 1: No, I was just.. thinking. Let's just say for a minute our position's with the mentioned parties were reversed. It would be the same with any of you guys if you were hurt and in a prison hospital!
Police grunt 2: * sigh * Look its one thing to look at it from the perp's perspective, but it's another thing entirely when our emotions come into play. Its not a crime to have empathy, heart, morals and so forth. But we are law enforcers. We often more so than not follow protocol with non biased judgement and rational thought. Not to be pricks to the average joe, but to protect and to serve. Admittedly, it would be nice to tackle things in a more head on fashion, but its that same reason WHY we have laws to begin with. We regulate the laws made to keep folks safe and content. Giving everyone a fair shot, even for those that don't deserve it. Just Try to keep that in mind when and IF they happen to show up.
Narrator: Whilst the two grunts finished up with their engaging small talk, sly made his way up towards the 3rd floor hospital with Murray disguised as a female nurse. ( reference sucker punch comic strip featuring bently's breakout for plot )
10 MINUTES LATER WAREHOUSE
Berkely: * radio comm * ATTENTION ALL UNITS THIS IS THE FINAL SHABANG FOR THE NIGHT, CLEAN HOUSE HERE AND WE CAN ALL GO HOME FOR SOME HOT MEALS! * grumbles * with the exception of myself due to paperwork. CALL IN SOME EXTRA BACK UP FROM THE LOCAL PRISON HOSPITAL, WE'LL NEED THE EXTRA NUMBERS TO SECURE THE PERIMETER!
All Units: COPY THAT CHIEF (x'S 6)
Berkely: *radio comm* Montoya, Del Tigre, keep an eye out and your ears to the ground.
Montoya and Del Tigre: Sir yes Sir!
BACK AT THE PRISON HOSPITAL
DT: Bentley, did you manage to get the transfers done?
Bentley: (tac tac tac tac ) No worries almost done ( rapid keyboard clicking )
Narrator: (sponge-bob style) two minutes later...
Bentley: Annnnnd finished! The Transfer of the bonafide Francs in gay paris has been completed.
DT: Any specific estimates on how long it'll take the District families to get back on their feet?
Bentely: Decent time frame from about a couple of weeks to 1 maybe two months.
Narrator: NINJA! *whispers * not an exact estimate folks, apologies! * NINJA!
DT: Better than not at all. *sigh* right Well, better hurry on my part. When Sly and Murray come to get you just let me distract the guards with a couple of smoke bombs and sonic disruptors.. you guys get away however you can and back to the safehouse, if the cops are too close stick to one of the abandoned warehouses.
Bentley: Its not us I'm worried about, *hands over voice modulator* its you. My disguises for sly over the years have worked time and time again, and admittedly there have been a few times where I included voice modulation into the scheme of things. But are you sure a voice modulator and a mask is REALLY gonna fool them as to who you actually are? You've been to interpol HQ once already whats to stop them from recognizing your build or using the security's system camera audio to figure out what you really sound like?
DT: Bently HQ is..compentent at what they do. But I'm afraid that for the brief time-frame that I am distracting them? Yes. *chuckle* And even if they do figure it out, by the time they do I'll be long gone and on my way to Zootopia. My chief concerns are making sure you guys get away, covering my laspe in appearance around the warehouse, and tracking down Neyla if she's making a run for it.
Bentley: GADZOOKS! ... *sigh* Very well D'artangan, we'll see you in 20 minutes.
DT: If not...well send me a postcard when I reach Zootopia ok?
Bentley: You can rely on it D'artangan!
Narrator: As they pass each other sly tips his hat and murry gives a thumbs up to DT. Merely nodding he utters one word...
DT: Showtime!
TINK BWOOSH! ( cue the smokebombs )
Sly: Hey there Bently * throws off disguise* time to go!
Narrator: * suction cups the cieling* copy and paste time folks via the future! Translated, on the lower floors!
DT: Ok ok so I have got a few shots at this gotta time it right-
VROOMSCREECH
Narrator: I sense a disturbance in the force, oh wait no, no nevermind. Just more "storms of spring" delicious anyone got popcorn? NO? M'kay * raises para-scope back up*
DT: Shit did'nt think that these tow particular ladies would show up.
Narrator: your lewd fantasies say otherwise mon ami.
DT: * inhales & exhales* Ok then, I'll give them something to chase while the others get a good distance away, or at the very least one particular individual
* throws smoke bombs, clocks a few guards, rolling near the entrance with a silhouette*
DT: HELLO ASSORTED MEATHEADS * grins* and ladies, anyone feel up for some exercise?
Carmelita: * eyes widen* Miho?
Mona: * mutters* Insufferable jerk, Grab 'em boys!
Narrator: Cue chase scene!
DT: Annd I'm out *begins sprinting towards the alley ways* well at least I got the attention of half of them, * radios in* Sly, you and the guys better hurry up * looks back briefly* your gonna have company in a moment or two!
Narrator: after Sly and Murray managed to make their escape with Bentley, they went their separate ways for a bit, as for our protagonist-
DT: * bullet whizz* ShahaHAHIIIITE! *dodges* FEEL THAT ADRENALINE RUSH WHOO!
Narrator: lets just say he's "living on the edge" at the moment
* bullet whizz*
Narrator: OI! WATCH IT YA FUCKING MANIAC!
*bullet whizz*
Narrator: *epic doge* MY HAT! PUT THE SAFETY ON THAT THING!
*mutiple bullets incoming*
Narrator: Right ONWARDS * dodges* Yeeaks! *looks to readers* See you guys at the airport!
MEANWHILE AT PINTO'S WAREHOUSE
Neyla: Hmph nothing but the cleanup
Pinto: *wheezes* F-fucking *bleargh* Bitch...
Neyla: *back hands* Gotta love therapy, what a release!
*Sirens in the distance*
Neyla: Best that I grab what I can from this place and then burn the H-Spice lab Before Interpol can retrieve a sample, but first-
*drops cherry bomb 500*
Neyla: Who knew my backup plan would be used to help cooper? Hmph in any case the evidence from India will be gone and a good deed done in one go!
Narrator: Crazy woman with Crazy ideas. Unbeknownst to this tiger lady, she had a tracking device placed on her the night before when D'artangan "attended" to her needs. as he raced along the rooftops things were wrapping up at the warehourse.
randome Officer: This is units 1 and 2 we've secured the perimeter and the suspects.
Berkley: And Pinto?
Random Officer: conscious... just barely though.
*radio crackles*
Caremelita: This is Inspector Fox and constable Del Tigre in pursuit of an unknown suspect,
Berkley: Then why are you not leaving it to the Guards Montoya? We have bigger-
Mona: We left 7 guards behind Chief we got this!
Narrator: *searching the hangar* Meanwhile *huff* with D'artangan
DT: Charges are set just gotta redirect Neyla with a tidbit of whats left of this labs profits.
*CRASH*
DT: speaking of which, better let the policia know the jobs done, should be wrapping up things right about now-
* sounds of quiet running *
DT: annnnd she's making a run for it, *sigh* not my bussiness gotta get to the airportd.
Mona: FREEZE AND DON'T MOVE WE GOT YOU SURROUNDED
DT: Hope they're referring to Neyla and not myself.
Mona: DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT SCHMCUCK WE KNOW YOUR IN THERE.
DT: Fuck me
Mona: *HOLDS UP SIGN* -planning on it stud-
DT: FIE UPOND FAH-RICKIN FIE! THIS IS A SHAKESPEARE BREECHES WITH A STRAP-ON!
*SMOKE BOMB!*
Narrator: after an inumberable amount of NANO seconds
Random officer 5: Dammit we lost him!
DT: *a good distance away* Good now to find-
Neyla: Hey Cheri~
DT: NEYLA!? KOR BLIMEY!
Neyla: You seem jumpy
DT: excuse me but happen to have a rational set of reasons and a irrational number of events today thats kept me on my-
BOOM
DT: *looks behind him, slowly looks back at Neyla* Ok before you get angry
SLAP
DT: Kay I deserved that now-
SLAP SMACK
DT: OK thats a freebie, now if-
SMACK
DT: Now your just-
*blocks*
DT: FUCK IT, *shows bag of hate spice*
Neyla: *narrowed eyes* that better not be what I-
DT: YES *grins* yes it is..*leans in* nigthen-gale.
Neyla: *exasperated sigh* your really trying to pull this- this
DT: DOUBLE-TRIPLE YES WITH CHEESE AND FRIES * holds up hand* which remind me * booty smack* TAG YOUR IT!
Narrator: *pays off pilot for private bi-plane and charter jet and hides in compartment* one fat pay-off and 30 minutes of comical hill billy chase music later..
DT: *Tosses bag* here!
Neyla: THIS CONVERSATION IS'NT OVER D'ARTANGAN!
DT: perhaps not but it will have to be for a later date! * SMOKE BOMB*
Neyla: Don't think I can't find you Garcon!
DT: Counting on it! * calls Berkley* The planes are ready?
Berkely: All ready to go, Send me a postcard?
Dt: you wish, merci Chief Berkely. * hops in biplane* LETS GO!
Berkely: Aurevoir, mon ami!
Narrator: thus our protagonists adventures in France have bid adieu for the time being. Going to be a few days
AU: A FEW DAYS PASS
Narrator: OI! you can't just skip
AU: CAN. WILL. ITS NEW YEARS!
PRESENT TIME
Narrator: *sigh* after a few days, the Bi plane landed around Zootopias Central Airport, DT under the fake alias "Wolfenhiem" was introduced as a special case of mammal ogled in the wrong and even more wrong ways than most can shake a stick at. In-depth details on the paperwork, awesome sauce, all comical tension that the ZPD will provide Next time!
AU: * straigthens jacket* poor present for new years I know but I hope you guys enjoyed it somewhat. If not enough I can try modifying the document for the mistakes here and there, again I do not have an editor last tidbits were rushed. Next chapter uploaded will depict our boys first couple of days to weeks in Zootopia. Happy 2017-2018 New Year Everyone CUE FRANKS SINATRA'S NEWYORK * proceeds to watch Nick and Judy slow dance eyes aglow*
