Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Zootopia or any respective characters. I'm not brave enough to challenge the mouse so it'll probably stay that way. All OCs, however, are mine. Rated M for violence, language, sex, drugs and suicide.
Chapter Ten: Snatch and Grab
Judy's apartment
Nick found himself curled up into a ball crying, on Judy's bed of all places. For some reason, he felt the need to watch over her dwelling until she returned, even though he knew it wouldn't do a damn thing. "Why the fuck did this happen," he sobbed to himself, "I actually open up, find the right mammal, and this fuckin' bullshit happens!"
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Nick instinctively drew his sidearm and aimed it at the door. Then he calmed down and asked, "Who is it?" "The pizza guy," said Danny from the other end sarcastically, "you weren't at your apartment, so we came looking for you here." "We," asked Nick. Just then, the door was forced opened, revealing Mack, who wasn't wearing his hat, showing a nasty battle scar on top of his head. He carried a very heavy duffle bag, with Danny standing next to him, arm still in a sling.
"You really care about her, don't you," said Mack empathetically. Nick holstered his Glock and rolled onto his side. "She was more than just my partner," cried Nick, "I love her! I even marked her!" "Jesus Nick," said Danny, "that's a serious thing to do there." "I love her," said Nick, "and she loves me! Why the fuck did this have to happen?"
"We'll get her back Wilde," said Mack as he held Nick up by the shoulders, "we're the kind of mammals that take care of our friends. Judy was the best of us," he continued, "they couldn't buy her or you, so they took her to use as leverage." "How would you know," asked Nick. "I know how Spotzen thinks," said Mack, just as Nick's phone started to ring.
The phone read "Caller ID Blocked", which Nick took as a sign that it may very well be the kidnappers calling. Before he answered, he told Mack, "Remember, they think you're dead." "My lips are sealed," said Mack. Nick answered the phone call and put it on speaker.
"Is this Officer Nicholas P. Wilde of the ZPD," asked a deep, gravelly voice. "Could be," said Nick trying to sound tough, "who is this that I'm speaking to?" "My name is not important," said the other voice, "you can just think of me as the big scary mammal that has a gun pointed at your girlfriend's head." "You're full of it," said Nick, "there's no way that a bunny could be my girlfriend." "Then why does she smell like fox," asked the voice, "I may have never loved a single woman in my life, but I know all about scent marking. But if you don't give a flying fuck about her…"
Click! Clack!
"Alright asshole," barked Nick, knowing exactly what that sound was, "what do you want?" "Aside from the ZPD to drop the case," said the voice, "I want you out on the dunes, two miles south of the Grand Palms," Mack hurriedly wrote down the directions, "facing east, alone. No backup, no uniforms, nothing. Try to pull a fast one on me and one of my boys will blow the bunny's head off. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes sir," said Nick with a touch of anger. "Good," said the voice, "see you at daybreak."
A few minutes had passed before Mack finally spoke up. "You're going to need all the help you can get," said Mack, "they'll probably kill you both," he then pointed to the scar on his head, "A Viet-Claw bullet just barely missed my skull one time when I broke off from my squad in the jungle. You might want sniper support."
"Oh God," muttered Nick, "it's like walking into a war." "Tough shit," said Mack, "this is a war. Mammals are dying and we have to put these bastards out of business once and for all. They need to answer for all the lives they destroyed." "Like mine," chimed in Danny, "your obsession with this 'Shadow Company' robbed me of my childhood," he continued, "you never did shit for me, other than train me like a little soldier."
"Danny," said Mack, "I'm sorry, for everything. I owe you an apology for me failing you as a father, but right now, we can't just stand by and let a good cop die." Then he turned his attention to Nick, "When we do this, we do it like in Vietpaw. No warnings, no fairness. When you shoot, do it with the intent to kill. Don't you dare give any of these bastards a fighting chance." "What's in the bag," asked Nick. "Supplies," said Mack.
Sahara Square, dawn
It was just a couple minutes before sunrise, and Nick had already dropped Mack off about a quarter mile behind him. He stood in front of his police car, which he left running, wearing his usual civilian clothes, keeping his badge in his left pocket, and another, heavier object in his right pocket. He had his right paw in his pocket, clutching the object, while his left side had a black backpack slung over his shoulder, just barely zipped and supported by his arm. Meanwhile, Mack watched Nick through the scope of his sniper rifle, a brand new PSG-1, imported directly from West Germammalny. It was a semi-automatic, designed for taking out group targets from a distance in rapid succession. The perfect weapon for the job.
Nick saw the sun coming up and squinted at the glare, only to hear the sound of several cars and a helicopter. As his eyes adjusted to the sunlight, he felt a cloud of dust getting all over him as the helicopter rapidly circled him. Then Nick began to observe his opponents. He saw three cars, a black Cattlelac SUV, a red Hog Challenger, and a grey Jeep. Standing in front of the cars must have been about a dozen medium sized mammals carrying automatic weapons. Nick recognized two. He saw the sea lion that shot Judy's ear off standing in front of the SUV carrying an uzi, as well as the slimy sonofabitch dark suited cougar that took a shot at Emmet and killed Delgato. He was aiming an MP5 with some sort of holographic scope attached, and had a navy blue duffle bag swung over his shoulder.
Just then, two mammals, a black bull in a safari shirt and cargo shorts carrying an M16, and a cheetah in a black sweater carrying an MP5, walked up to about six feet in front of Nick. "You were a real dumbass trying to take this case," called out the cougar, "my name's Dylan by the way. We've met before, but were never properly introduced." "I don't give a fuck who you are," barked Nick, "so hand me the rabbit and we can walk away!" "Let's see what's in his pocket," said the bull, "or that backpack." "We're not here to talk about my pockets or the backpack I brought," snapped Nick, "I came here because I want Judy back." "Fuck this guy," said an MP5 clutching zebra in a grey sweat suit, "we should just kill him now." "You don't want to do this," said Dylan. "Show me the proof," commanded Nick.
Dylan sighed as he lowered his gun, slinging it over his other shoulder. Then he unzipped the bag and reached into it, pulling out a bound and gagged Judy that was stripped down to her underwear. Judy let out some muffled screams and bunny curses as Dylan gently swung her by the ears like a pendulum. "Your girl's alive Wilde," said Dylan, who ripped off the duck tape, then trained his MP5 on Judy's bottom, "but she won't be for long if you try anything stupid."
"Don't give them a thing," shouted Judy to Nick, "they can kill me if they have too. We aren't helping them!" "Carrots," shouted Nick back, "I'm here so you don't die on me! My life doesn't mean shit without you!" "Spare the bullshit," chimed in the sea lion, "show us what's in your pocket."
Meanwhile, Mack was watching through the scope. He saw that Judy was very much alive, and that Dylan Krueger was an even bigger asshole than he remembered. Seeing the barrel of an automatic weapon being stuck into the bottom of a little rabbit who couldn't even defend herself was very disheartening. Mack was just waiting for the signal so he could kill some of those bastards. Just then, the helicopter swung in front of his view of Nick, which prevented him from seeing what was going on. "Damnit!"
Nick reached into his pocket, revealing a hand grenade. "Well who's dangerous now," asked Nick loudly, who then let out a brief maniacal chuckle. "Nick," asked Judy aloud, "what are you doing?" "They ain't killing you like this," said Nick, who then turned his attention to Dylan, "Judy and I are going out of this together, one way or another. And none of them involves you assholes getting us your way. We live together or we die together." "It's a toy," said the leopard, "beat cops like him don't have access to shit like this!" "Looks real to me," said a polar bear wearing a black suit jacket and jeans, carrying an M16. "This baby's live," shouted Nick, "and so am I!"
"Look at yourself," said Dylan, "look at what you're up against. It's twelve to one on the ground and three more in the chopper circling you. You don't have a chance." Nick winked at Judy, then said, as he prepared to toss the grenade. "Heads up carrots," he said as he tossed the grenade. Judy swung herself, kicked Dylan in the stomach, then bounced off him to get away in rapid succession.
Boom!
The grenade exploded, taking out the cheetah and the zera. As Judy took off in Nick's direction, Nick reached into the backpack and pulled out a MAC-10 machine pistol.
Blam!
Just then, the bull collapsed dead right in front of Judy. "I didn't do that carrots," said Nick. Meanwhile, Dylan Krueger and Sam dove behind the jeep as the sniper shot out the tires. "Shit," said Dylan, "it's Mack! He's still alive!" "He won't be for long," said Sam as he peaked up from cover with his Uzi.
Blam!
Sam's brains just got blown out by the sniper.
Thakathakathakathakathakthakathakathakathakathakathak!
Nick sprayed out bullets from his MAC-10, just barely avoiding being knocked onto his back, taking out an MP5 wielding coyote wearing a red plaid shirt and cowboy hat, as well as an M16 wielding panther wearing a white undershirt and camo pants. Then he and Judy scurried into the police car, which the bad guys opened fire on.
Brakabrakabrakabrakabrakabrakabrak!
"Did I ever tell you how much I missed you," said Nick as he switched to drive. "I had a feeling you'd try something like this," said Judy. "You know you love me," said Nick as he stepped on the gas and swung the car around. "Do I know that," said Judy before giving Nick a peck on the cheek, "yes, yes I do."
Elsewhere, Mack had finally zoomed in on Dylan Krueger. "Yeah you piss-colored pussy," he said as he zeroed in on the target, "say goodnight."
Clack!
Suddenly, Mack felt the barrel of an MP5 on the side of his head. Then a familiar voice spoke to him. "Don't try it McBoot," said Colonel Spotzen as he trained the machine gun on Mack, "you're good, but nobody's that good." Mack sighed and got up, holding his paws over the back of his head while Spotzen took his rifle and pistol. "I remember the court martial," said Mack as Spotzen made him walk towards the rest of the team, "I was going to testify for what you Shadow Company fuckers did in Hog-Tra." "But then we disappeared," said Spotzen, "and the MPs never found us." "You shouldn't have shot my boy or taken the bunny," said Mack. "You're talking to a superior officer, lieutenant."
Just then, as Nick was trying to make a getaway racing over the desert sands, Judy looked back and noticed that the Challenger was tailing them. "Uh, Nick," said Judy, noticing the polar bear sticking his head out and aiming his M16, "I think they're catching up." "Don't worry carrots,' said Nick, "I'm the better dri… Jesus fucking Christ!" The helicopter swung right in front of the car, sending them spiraling away, only to crash into a sand dune. Then, two mammals, the polar bear and a tiger in a khaki safari shirt wielding an M60 heavy machine gun, got out of their vehicles and ordered Nick and Judy out of theirs.
"Get the fuck out," said the bear, revealing a slight russian accent, "or we'll kill you both right here!" "No," barked Judy.
Click! Clack!
Ratatatat!
The tiger let out a burst from the M60 into the air, showing that he meant business. "We have your sniper," said the polar bear, "you have no chance of escape! You will come with us or die!"
"Carrots," whispered Nick, "we don't have a choice." Judy sighed, then nodded to Nick. They both got out of the car with their paws up, only for the tiger and bear to stuff them into duffle bags and throw them in the trunk of the Challenger. This case just went from bad to worse, thought Nick as he felt the car begin to move.
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed this scene. Too bad they just don't make movies like this anymore though. For fans of my original series, tell me who your favorite villain was in the comments. Happy reading!