For the pass two days, me and Finnick (Yeah, I was also bothered about the fact that he was named after his kind. His parents couldn't have been very bright.) A-Anyway, back to the subject. After we had burnt and buried the bodies, me and Finnick, after I had convinced him that there was profit from this, had been studying the technology scavanged from the body, and the one inside me. We had found that the remote controlling could be done with the device that sat inside all of a victim's chest, and that it was somehow connected to your spine, leaving you completely defenseless to whoever controlled you.

"Hey, pooch, you there?," I heard Finnick say, before I looked up, lifting my eyebrows. Oh, right. He was sitting by the end of the van, holding the device in his hand as he drunk down his last swallow of his beer, tossing it aside and adjusting his shades. "You sure this gonna' work?," He asked me, moving his fingers across the screen on the COC.

"U-Uh.. Not a slightest clue. But hey. Let's find out," I said, shrugging as I looked down at my bare chest.

"Alright, man, this your fault if you bite the dust," He stated as he tapped once on the screen.

….

Nothing. Taking off his glasses, he looked at me, then back at the screen.

"Hey, is it working? Here, give me tha-" I couldn't finish my sentence before I lifted my arm in the air, completely without my knoweledge. Finnick chuckled, as he tapped on the screen again, only for me to slam my fist into my own face, then falling down on the ground, rolling about. He burst out laughing, looking at me as he started to tap on the device again, making me repeatedly elbow myself in the stomach.

"HEY, KNOCK IT OUT YOU ASSHOLE!," I screamed, realizing it had worked. Finishing his fit of laughter, I heard a beep from the device, and I fell limp, regaining control of my body, looking up at him with a judgmental face as he wiped away a tear from his eye, chuckling. I stood up and walked over to him, ripping the COC away from his hands.

"God damn, Isaac, you gon' make me fall over.. Ah, Jesus, that's fun," He said in a shaking manner, panting as he coughed slightly from laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, asshole. Atleast we know it works," I said, sighing as I looked over at a table we had set up before trying out the COC, grabbing my phone on the table. It was a goner, no doubt. Maybe for the best, considering Hemsen could track it. I took a quick examination at the items on the table, scratching my neck. My coat, which was fucked up by any recognition, dirt and holes making it unrecognisable, my M1911, which made it out fine, and my old pair of pains, caked with the blood from my broken leg. Speaking of the broken leg, I hardly felt it anymore. Maybe this whole fucked situation I was in had some pros in it after all. I convinced Finnick not to sell a set of the equipment the mercenaries from Emily Corp had on them. Skipping the jacket and the tactical shirt they had on them, I was walking around shirtless with the Emily Corp white pants on. Hey, don't judge, if you were forced to wear a uncomfortable ass poorly made black shirt for weeks upon weeks that cut into your arms and back you'd walk around the same.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked back at Finnick, sighing, whistling at him. "Yo', man," I yelled, getting his attention.

"Ye'?" He looked up from counting the money he had made from selling the weaponry and other gear the mercenaries had made, lifting his eyebrows.

"I'm gonna need to borrow your phone. I got some calls to make," He said, as I walked towards him.

POV CHANGE: Nicholas.

Tapping my hooves together, I looked over at Slick who looking over the city, frowning, deep in thought. Simply handing the cigarette over to me, I gripped it and took a long drag, frowning as I mumbled something, the rising sun illuminating the city in a calming manner from the rooftop we sat on.

"Isaac, Isaac, Isaac.. Whatevu' the fock he got into, he ain't getting out anytime soon.." Slick mumbled, adjusting his glasses.

"Yeah," I answered in a low tone, rubbing my forehead as I slowly stood up. "But we're going to have to help him. We're the only family he's got left, and same thing goes right back to us. We can't just leave him to his faith, whoever did this is going to have to pay.," I sighed, grabbing my phone and looking down at it. One missed call. Huh.. Calling the number, a too familiar voice picked up.

"You son of a bitch!," Isaac yelled, as I smiled.

"Heheeey! Jesus, good to hear your voice. Where the hell have you been?! We talked last time when you went to convince Nick and Judy out of filing a missing animal case. A-Anyway. I'm in Zootopia right now. Me and Slick are hanging out and talking about you."

"That's great man, but listen, we got problems.."

Hours later..

Isaac talked about his whole experience. Emily corp, the beatings, the torture, everything. All I could do was sit and try my best to believe it.

"-.. And we tried it out, and Finnick could control me. That means that the mercenaries were controlled by something, or someone." He finished. Sitting there, I slolwy put a hoof on my forehead, massaging it.

"Isaac.. You realize how crazy this sounds, right? It sounds like something.. Out of a horror movie. Are you fucking with me?" I adjusted my position in the car, as me and Slick had walked off the rooftop, as downpour started affected the city, the rain limitting the vision on anything 20 feet away.

"I know, Nicholas. That's why it's all so fucked. But that's why I need your help! You have to help me and the others to get to the Zootopia Central Park by tomorrow,"

Chuckling, I shook my head. "What, you going to the annual Zootopa celebration parade?" I asked, looking out the carwindow in the rain, as Slick started the car and started to drive, listening to our conversation.

"Yes, that's exactly what I plan on doing. Emily Corp is funding it!," Isaac almost yelled as Slick slowly looked over at me.

"I thought you told me they aren't listed anywhere?" I slowly said, looking as he entered the road beside the Central Park of Zootopia. Out of nowhere, Slick suddenly slammed the breaks. Almost slamming my face into the dashboard, I put a hoof in the way.

"NO FUCKING WAY!," Slick yelled, getting out of the car, not caring about the fact that he got drenched by the rain. Looking around for whatever it was that got him to step out, my eyes widened. I too exitted the car, not caring about the rain drenching my clothes and fur. Hearing Isaac speak through the phone, I didn't care. Infront of us a big black moving truck had it's back open, with soldiers in white clothing unloading speakers to the stage they were building for the festival. Remembering what Isaac said about the vibrations, I was speechless. Everything he said.. After seeing this.. I believe he was right. Looking over at Slick, we both quickly slid into the car again, and backed up in full speed, determined to take another road. Whilst Slick went full speed down the road, I picked up my phone, dialling the number Isaac called from.

"Y'ello?," I heard him answer.

"Isaac! Those white mercenaries are in town!," I yelled, breathing heavily as my fingers tapped against the dashboard.

"W-What? Wait, what were they doing?" He asked, coughing slightly in the background.

"I.. They were unloading speakers from a truck, I don't know, man..," I said, almost shaking at the fact that they might've seen us.

".. Ah, shit, Nicholas, they're going to send out those... Vibrations through the speakers.. It's going to be a fucking massacre if it works! Remember what I told you? People sensititive to the vibrations will go completely primal!"

Sitting there, completely silent, I looked over at Slick, before grunting.

"I'll see who we can get with us. I know more then a few colleagues that are going to the damn festival.. We can't let something happen to them.." I mumbled, slowly cutting the call.

AN: Shit's going down in the next chapter! Stay tuned, boyos!