Chapter 14

Docks Of Zootopia, 0250 Hours

POV: Olivia Chow

Music on Car Radio: Peace of Mind - Boston

Cameron had asked that I meet him here after I arrived in the country, I had landed 30 minutes ago and he was still yet to show up.

I am waiting next to my rented sedan with my friend Oswald, a Tasmanian Devil who Grim had given me when I complained about doing my job solo.

"How much longer should we wait?" Oswald says, turning the radio down a little bit.

"I'm giving him till 5 after before I ask where he is and leave." I say, looking at my smart watch.

Just then I see the headlights of what looks to be a sedan pull onto the end of the peir we were waiting on.

"Ozzie, Cameron drives a Ute, right?"

"Yea, he should."

"Pass me the boltie." I say, sliding off of the crate I was seated on and catching the rifle that Oswald tosses me.

Oswald was wise enough to leave the headlights off, making it possible that whoever was showing up didn't know we were here.

When the mystery car came within visual distance, Oswald flipped the high beams on, both illuminating the vehicle and blinding the occupants.

Instead of a security guard like I expected, I see a water buffalo and a somewhat plump cheetah seated in the front seats of an undercover cop car.

"Oz, It's just some cops." I say, lowering my rifle.

I see Oswald lower his rifle and both switch the high beams down and turn the radio down so that it was just background noise.

I watch as the two occupants of the vehicle get out and approach me.

"May I ask what you are doing here, and why you pointed a rifle at me?" The buffalo asked, his voice deep and booming.

"I was wondering the same thing mate, minus the rifles." I reply, before I see several more vehicles driving down the peir.

"And who are they?" I ask, using my rifle as a stick and pointing at the approaching vehicles.

"Everyone Cameron told me to bring."

"There's the missing link." Oswald says. "Where is the bastard anyways?"

"He got stuck in traffic of all things." A red fox said, walkimg up to us with his phone to his ear. "He'll be here in 10... No 3 minutes."

"I'd love to see what brought half the ZPD, a man who we thought was dead, and two... Australians? here." The cheetah says, munching on a doughnut.

"He can answer that." The fox says again, pointing to the lights of a boat approaching us on the water.

"Did he say he was coming by boat?" The cheetah mentions.

We wait as the boat pulls up to a ladder on the side of the peir and a mammal climbs up before the boat pulls away.

"Chow, so glad you could make it." Cameron says, reaching out for a handshake.

"Im still on Australian time, it's 7 in the morning in my head." I say shaking his hand.

"Okay, Robertson why are we here?" The buffalo asks, scanning the surroundings.

"A demonstration." He says, before pulling out a walkie-talkie and saying something under his breath.

Across the water on the next peir over, several spotlights flicker to life, illuminating the two peirs.

"Fangmeyer, a few weeks ago, my arm was broken due to a gunshot wound. Correct?" He says, nodding to somone in the crowd of undercover cops.

"Yea..." Someone in the crowd replies.

Cameron then jumps onto a nearby crate, taking off his light coat and rolling his sleve up to show his arm, completely normal looking, impossible if it was broken recently.

"Impossible right?" He asks, before bringing the radio to his mouth again and raising his hand up in the air.

I manage to hear what he says as he takes a bottle out of a small bag he brought with him and sets it next to him. "Put it through my hand."

Suddenly a rifle cracks through the night, the bullet tearing through Cameron's hand and flying off somewhere in the night.

The crowd reacts immediately, only haulting as Cameron waives them off, picking up the bottle with his free hamd and pouring it on his wound before tsking a large swig.

"Give it a few seconds." He says shaking his hand off.

After a few seconds he again raises his hand up, showing it completely untouched.

"Everyone saw that right?" He questions, jumping off the crate.

Everyone nods in shock.

"Good so Shawn and I didn't use a full box of ammo just to say we're crazy." He says to himself.

"Anyways. So the Yakaza have almost complete control over the ZPD, the only reason all of you are here is because Bogo trusts you enough that he believes that I wouldn't put a bullet between your eyes if it meant saving my life. Anyways I wanted to say this before you find it oiut the hard way. Most of you sit next to the Yakaza every day. You eat, socialize and even train next to them, they are everywhere and have a giant bullseye on 99% of the heads here. The only person they don't want dead yet is Chow and her buddy here becuase they just got here from Australia. Now! You are going to go back to your jobs if you want to, of you don't, be my guest, file your resignation and live a happy life, but if you choose to return to work, you will be drawn into the eventual confluct that will envelope this city if not this state or more, now, all of you are to go home and think about this, think about it hard, you can leave at any point, but when you do, you may not.ne safe if you do it too late. And for those of you who are wondering why you're listening to a wanted murderer, I know how criminals work, I am one, if you don't trust me, so be it, but make your decision wisely." He rants like a true leader before turning to me.

"You know you're in America, you can buy an AR-15 almost everwhere, get better weapons, that Enfield is good, but the Yakaza have anything they need." He says before jumping down into the waiting boat.

The lights on the peir flicker off as everyone wanders off, no doubt thinking.

"C'mon Oz, lets go see if any gun stores are open this early. I've always wanted a Barret .50 cal" I remark, tossing him my Enfield and jumping in the drivers seat.