#36 Savages - Pocahontas
"We can't afford any mistakes... we'll do this quick, and we'll do it right, got it?" Vex, leaning herself against the table, said to her subordinates.
"And why exactly are we doing this again?" McCoy asked, sinking into his chair and crossing his arms; he wasn't as amused as his peers were on the plan they had made. "Isn't this a little too…dramatic?"
"I dunno, I like it," Wolfgang commented, shrugging casually as he tugged a blueprint towards himself, "so all I have to do is make this?" he pointed at the sheet which had on it an intricate design of a collar like device.
"Yes Wolfgang, that will be all," the vixen took her seat and soon turned to the maned wolf, who at the moment appears to be deep in thought. "Is there something you'd like to add, Chris?"
His paw remained on his chin as he took a deep breath, then he sighed as he fumbled for his notes that were placed before him. "I'm not too sure about this…" he flipped through his notes, eyes darting every number scribbled on it, "we're going to need quite a bit of funding to pull off a stunt like this one, especially since our materials can't be obtained legally, and what more in such an abundance."
"Fair point, but that's why-"
"That's why I'm here, isn't that right?" the doors flung open as a shadow loomed over the entrance, its steps light and seemingly weightless as it silently hovered into the room. Black hues shone brightly from his eyes as he stepped towards an empty seat, his dark formal attire, despite the dim lighting, caught the attention of those seated around the table, but what really stood out was the golden tie pin and watch that he had dressed himself with. "Forgive me for being late. Traffic."
"No biggy, we were just starting anyway!" Lyn, the black African dog, chirped.
"Actually, we're almost done," the fox glared at her female friend.
"Does no one think this is too much!?" the coyote, still not getting the attention and support he needs, resorted to shaking the black eared dog by the collar. A light shove was enough to push him off, the dog then brushed the dust of his shirt and took a seat.
"I know it's quite a lot to ask Ore, but-"
"You underestimate me," he shunned the vixen off, "you name it, and I'll get it," he adjusted his watch and tipped his black hat, a gesture of pride and confidence. "What have we got?"
"Glad you asked. This is the plan…" Vex got up, snatched the blueprints from Wolfgang and the notes from Chris, and laid all the pieces of paper on the table. "It's a contraption I had Jaja design."
"Interesting… How much are we looking at?" the canines retracted, visibly uneased by the thought of the budget.
"Um… actually… you see…"
"Speak up!" he exclaimed at Jaja, mildly irked at her lack of confidence.
"Yes, um sir…" she cleared her throat and tried again, "it'll take half a million dollars at the least," she said, eyes wavering as she sought a response from the dog.
"…and why's that?" he questioned, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned into the chair. The number wasn't a big one, at least not to him, but it still seemed rather expensive for such a simple device.
"Um, well, you see-"
"What did I say about speaking up!?" he barked; they knew he meant business.
"Right, well, it's not the device that costs so much, the thing's worth nothing," Jaja stepped away from the table to retrieve yet another sketch, this one with more details than the previous one, "it's the process of obtaining the chemicals we need," she finished as she placed it on the table. Ore took a peek at the drawings, then he sat back down.
"Isn't this a little too… how do I say this, overused? Cliché? Predictable?"
"Exactly!" McCoy, the opportunist, cried out.
"Yes it may sound like that, but it'll be more potent! It'll be inserted directly into the bloodstream, there'll be nothing to stop it from taking its effect!" Jaja reassured him, "Chris and I have made the calculations, it's fool proof!" her arms swung up in excitement.
"Fool proof?" he stood up and tucked his paw into his coat. "So be it," he tossed a card on the table and walked away, the other canines froze, not knowing how to react to his overwhelming charisma. "But mark my words, if this investment becomes a total flop," he turned back to glare at the crowd, "I'll have your heads." He then walked off into the darkness.
Feelings of admiration slowly turned to dread, the only one that seemed unaffected was the cold heart fox, Vex. "That settle it," she said, collecting the documents from the table and slotting them back into the pocket of her sling bag. "Get the card, we've got work to do." She stood up and walked towards the door, but the other canines remained glued to their seats. She looked back to their pathetic expressions and let out a sigh. They'll catch up…eventually… she walked out from the room.
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Morning light poured through the blinds as it filled the once darkened room, not a sign of life was present within the four walls, this most likely because there was in fact no one in the room, as both mammals have left for the precinct even before the break of dawn.
"I think we've forgotten something."
"For the last time Nick, we've gotten everything we need!" the doe, visibly annoyed, tugged on her ears as she sternly muttered to the fox.
"That's right! Forgot my lucky tie!" he smirked at the fuming bunny.
"I'm not going back just to get your stupid tie!" she yelled, her grumpy attitude a side effect of waking up four in the morning to go to work early just to come all the way back home because Nick had left their house keys stuck to the doorknob, after which they drove for another ten minutes before the fox admitted that he may have left the stove on, which upon inspection, he didn't. "Joke once more and I'll rip your tail off!"
"Wow, scary," he said sarcastically, grinning from ear to ear, infuriating the bunny further.
"Fine, no more snuggles, no more belly rubs, and no more back and ear scratches for a week." His grin dropped. "No buts!" she swatted the whining fox's paw. Their banter lasted a little longer before the door swung open, they straightened up as the chief stepped into his seat across the two smaller mammals.
Bogo leaned his heavy arms against the table, which screeched at his weight. "…" he sighed, "are you both ready?"
"Absolutely sir!" Judy jolted up with a salute, her enthusiasm not one bit amusing to the buffalo.
"This is serious Hopps, you could get yourself killed…" he paused, gaze shifting to the animal beside her, "you could get him killed." The vulpine gulped.
"We'll be fine sir," the fox assured, "well we have gone through the necessary training, it'll be a breeze!"
"I wouldn't call a week's worth of practise sessions as 'training'," the buffalo performed air quotes as he deadpanned, "and I definitely wouldn't consider this a 'breeze'," he leaned closer towards the vulpine, "you'd better watch that stupid smug of yours," he warned, glaring at the overconfident fox. Nick swallowed hard as he stiffened under Bogo's glare, his prideful demeanour melted away under his superior's gaze. "Leading a team's not a walk in the park," he said to both mammals as his facial features softened, "you'll have to make sure that all goes according to plan, and if it doesn't..." he brought his arms to the table and leaned on them, "you'd better have a backup plan... or you'd be held accountable," his words were soft, yet it pierced right into their souls. "Clear?"
"Yes sir," they muttered simultaneously.
"I'm letting you do this because I believe that both of you are capable officers. Don't make me think twice about that," he finished and leaned back onto his chair, "go." Both animals leapt off their seats and left the office.
"You think he likes us?"
"Shut it," she quipped, walking ahead of Nick into the cafeteria.
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"Everyone in position?" the fox said into the walkie talkie before letting it continue with its monotonous static.
"Ready," a muffled voice came from the device, "all set," another said. With a determined nod, the fox leaped off the chair to lean against a set of screens, each connected to cameras scattered across the area; they had eyes on every corner of the area.
"Remember all the training we've done, you're going to need all of it…"
"How many are we expecting?" a voice asked, but the fox ignored it entirely. "Fox?" it came again, but the fox shushed them immediately.
"Any minute now…" the fox said into the walkie talkie and glanced through the screen once more. For a moment, everything was still… Then it came.
"Target's entering the area," the vixen said, olive hues locked on a speck of orange darting through the screen. "Initiate plan A," she spoke into the device in her hand, "in three…two…"
"One."
AUTHORS NOTE:
Oh my gosh! It's been months!
So sorry about that, apparently was banned in the country I was in as of October 2017, but now that I'm away for studies, I finally can upload again :D
Sorry that it took me that long, and sorry if this story seemed a off tangent with the song assigned to it, it's more of a filler episode honestly, plus the extended period of time resulted in my writing becoming a little more rigid... I'll try harder next time, but boy am I happy that I can access this site again!