Chapter 2

Righteous anger

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A convoy of battleship grey ZPD SWAT trucks raced along the roads out of Savannah Central, hammering down on their target. The officers had already been briefed; they knew their goal, and they knew the plan. Judy felt nervous. She wasn't sure if it was their main bad guys who they'd be facing or not, but, either way, the ZPD was pulling out all the stops for whatever was in there.

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"We've tracked the site down to a set of old warehouses on the southwest coast of the Rainforest District," Chief Bogo had explained, pointing at the pictures they had of it. "Our first mission is to collaborate with Precinct 4 to establish a rough perimeter, away from their view. If anyone tries to escape, P4 will be there to catch them. First, though, we clear the area of any civilians present. Understood?"

"Sir-yes-sir!"

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Judy felt the truck grind to a halt, the jolt throwing her and the others around in their seats. She looked over her SWAT gear, a slightly more armoured version of her usual uniform, before glancing over at Nick. He was fidgeting with his helmet, being dressed in heavier combat gear. So was Catano, and most of the other forces, with the megafauna contingents having full on steel plating, shining in the glint of the sun. Grabbing their riot shields, they marched out the back and lined up like a legion of old. Standard officers from Precinct Four were already running about, pulling civilians away as fast as they could.

Judy heard a light pitter-patter as she felt warm water rain down on her; the sprinklers above them were on and misting down, the assembled forces wiping their visors and shivering slightly. The wind was coming from the direction of their target, from the sea, and a salty tang mixed in with the refreshing dampness of the rain.

Judy's ears rose as she heard a retching, while Nick's nose twinged slightly at an acrid smell. Looking over, they saw Catano throwing up onto the floor. Her ears down, her paw wiping her mouth, she looked down at Judy. "Don't judge."

"I'll reserve that for your Furballs," Nick joked, sending a wave of relief cutting through the tension. They were pulled back into shape though by the marching of hooves.

Bogo, racing in front of them, pulled his visor down and called out. "Standby! Attack planned in ten minutes! First antidote!"

The forces nodded, before pulling out their autoinjectors and pushing them into their wrists.

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"With the high likelihood of refined Howler toxin being present, we have to be prepared," Bogo instructed, bringing out an injector. "One shot can counteract one pellet, while taking the edge off others. We can safely dose you up with one beforehand, though there's a small risk of adverse reactions. If you feel yourself getting hit after and approaching the edge, you can safely administer up to two more."

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"Hopps, Wilde," the Chief ordered, waving them on. Marching with him, they cut through the roads, passing warehouses as they closed in to the site in question. The last of Precinct 4 was getting out, the last civilians being brought out with them.

"Chief Bogo! Chief Bogo!"

He halted, pausing as he spotted an elephant officer marching up to him, something curled up under his trunk. As he set it down, the trio all double took what it was.

It was a young vixen in a wheelchair, looking a bit shocked by it all.

"She says she saw stuff going on there," he said.

Bogo nodded, looking down. "Name?"

"L-Lydia Fox," she stuttered. "I came down here to birdwatch, and… well, I saw them stacking crates on the south side. By that red crane…"

Glancing down to Judy, the Chief nodded. "Take note," he said, before looking back at the elephant. "Get her out of here and get her statement."

Nodding, the elephant nodded, just as an antelope officer arrived. "Chief Bogo!"

Bogo looked at him, before slapping his own visor. Another fox, this one seemingly a blind beggar, was being escorted up to him.

"He says he could smell howlers wafting over. From near the chimney."

The cape buffalo snorted. "Just get them away, I don't think we'll need his input."

Nodding, the officers took the foxes away, even as he began to protest. "I'm only legally blind, if that's why you're ignoring me… I can make out the chimney…"

The cape buffalo disregarded him, before looking down to Wilde. "Get to your position," he ordered, before looking at Judy. "With me."

They took off together, the pieces slowly being laid out for the start of the game.

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Our site is built on an r-shaped quay, and holds an assortment of different buildings," the Chief had instructed. "Coming from the land side, up the vertical part of the 'r', there's a roadway on our right paw side and a mix of abandoned brick buildings, all connected together, on the left, including an old office tower." There was a pause, as everyone else took it in. "This one is codenamed 'T'", the Chief informed them as he went on. "Due to the lines of buildings on the waterfront, it doesn't give us the best view, but it's still of critical importance. The other tall points are a small red crane, 'SC' on the top left of the 'r', and a much bigger dock crane, 'BC', and chimney on the top right. Both likely to be under their command."

There was a pause, as Nick raised his paw. "Are there any other vantage points?"

"There's an abandoned cement kiln to the bottom right. It's further away, having many of the same limitations, but it's better than nothing. You'll be giving overwatch there while Officer Hopps scouts out the site."

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Back against a wall, Bogo peered out. He could see the site in front of him, the various cranes, towers and buildings all arranged clearly. Most of the brickwork was patchy. Most of the windows were broken. Vines and trees clung on wherever they could, eating it all as they tried to consume it, seemingly hiding whatever was inside as they did so. The sound of marching came from behind him and, checking, he saw his backup preparing. Most of his officers were there, Catano included, though he sighed as he saw Wolfard begin to waver. Paws on his head, he wobbled about as he struggled with a migraine, the most common side effect of pre-doping with the formula. Radio out, he spoke in. "Wolfard, bad luck I'm afraid. Get to one of the Buses…"

He took a few seconds to register it, before looking up. "Thanks… Sir…" he moaned, before stumbling off and to the back. Clicking his radio over, Bogo spoke in. "Wilde?"

"In position," he said, hiding behind a panel on top of the nearby factory. He could see the rooves laid out, nice and empty. "Permission to toss the bun granted."

Were it not for the fact that he secretly needed that icebreaker, Bogo would have called strike three on Wilde. Instead, he let down his right hoof and let Judy climb onto it. Bogo then pulled his arm back, down over his shoulder and almost to the floor as his smallest officer wound up her legs. He then twisted his body and punched the arm out and forwards, Judy kicking herself off of it and out into the air.

She flew fast and true, thanks to both her strong lower legs and the chief's well honed shot-put throw, and swept over the nearest parapet. As she felt gravity pull back down on her, she curled into a ball before rolling onto the flat roof. As soon as her roll ended, she sprang to her feet, scanning her surroundings in case someone had heard her. Then, she scampered to the short wall and checked her gear, paws on her tranq guns. Heart beating, she began crawling forward, updating Bogo on her progress as she went.

Occasionally having to jump up and down where there was a slight change in roof lines, she quickly reached tower 'T' and brought out an army knife, using the screwdriver to undo a small vent.

She scanned with her ears, finding nothing near, before slipping in.

Tender pawed, her ears scanning around, she honed in on two ragged breaths below her and approached. Gingerly, step after step, she advanced, before pausing as she saw them. Two goats, both hugging the wall by the door and ready to defend. A quick look around showed no military-grade weapons, thankfully, but there were off market taser rifles and molotov cocktails.

Her dart gun came out, and both goats were swiftly rendered unconscious. "Tower 'T' clear," she relayed. "Two targets down, armed with non-lethals but with dangerous improv weapons." She paused, looking at them. "They were gearing up to defend the position sir," she said, as she came in closer. A chill ran down her as she saw some symbols, known to be used by Prey supremacists, and she felt the grip on her radio tighten. They'd been gearing up to fight her fellow officers,happy to burn them, and why? Because they still hated preds… They still wanted to use the howlers… They just wanted to repeat the past, the plans, the schemes that she'd stopped.

"Hopps?"

"Permission to move on?" she asked coldly.

"Permission granted."

Teeth gritted, she raced back up the stairs, back onto the roof, and onwards.

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"The northern waterfront is a mix of buildings," the Chief instructed. "Above tower 'T' we have a small courtyard with buildings opening onto it, with the tower providing strategic cover. Above them, on the other side, is the quayside, with small crane 'SC'. These buildings form the leftmost end of a continuous set, which runs along the entire horizontal part of the r, cutting off the northern quay. To their right is a large warehouse, providing a clear route from the shoreside to the quay. To the right, we have another courtyard, but on the quayside, with taller buildings opening onto it from the left and below. Big crane 'BC' is in the centre of this courtyard, and to its right there's another major warehouse, with the chimney in the far corner. Hopps will be scouting out to identify major areas of potential resistance. Wilde will cover."

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"It's clear," Nick called, Judy taking it as her moment to advance. Racing across a mass of pipes, Judy reached the northern line of buildings, taking cover under a rusting water tank and scanning around with her ears.

The noise of the rainforest district, and the steady beat of her heart, were ringing out.

Bu-Dum… Bu-Dum…

A murmur of noises and shouts sailed across, almost carried by the wind. Her ears snapping into position, her nose twitching, she advanced tenderly. The main warehouse had a sloped roof with massive skylights, many long since cracked or shattered, the remainder stained and dusty.

Bu-Dum… Bu-Dum…

The voices got louder, and she picked up calls and shouts, orders and screams. Finding a place to peer over, she looked in, spotting prey mammals. All of them prey mammals, most of them the size of sheeps or goats, all of them rallying around a massive wildebeest, promising that they'd get to face off against pred scum and species traitors. That this would be a glorious battle. That the ZPD would pay for capturing Dawn Bellwether. That they'd become the true predators.

It felt like a gut punch to Judy, and she glared at them from up high, like she was watching bugs. "Sir," she whispered into the radio. "There's a large force assembling in the left warehouse. Prey supremacists. They know we're here."

Bu-Dum… Bu-Dum…

How… How could mammals like this still be here? After everything that had happened, after all they'd been through, how had they not learnt anything? They wanted to ruin lives; they belonged in a cell. Judy found herself reaching for her weapon. She could easily get a few from here were she given permission, though she knew to keep herself hidden until told not too.

"Hopps," Bogo called. "Scout the rest of the buildings and then get out of there!"

Bu-Dum… Bu-Dum…

"Can you repeat that, Sir?"

"They know we're here," he said. Back where he stood, he was clutching his head, his teeth grinding from the unexpected thorn in the side of the operation. This would usually be a disaster. Each of these missions hinged on the element of surprise, hung on the need to take on an enemy who didn't know they were coming. Shock and awe them before they had even a moment's chance to get ready, hitting them on the back paw and knocking them down.

They knew he was coming though, so he wasn't going to play their game. "A day, a week, a month," he said. "We lay siege to them and starve them out. They're not going anywhere."

Indeed, a frontal attack now would be crazy. They didn't have the right gear or set up. At least not enough for him to order it in good faith.

Up on the roof, Judy nodded. Her heart still beat madly.

Bu-Dum… Bu-Dum…

She moved away and slipped down the roof. "Understood, sir," she said, feeling a hint of relief. They wouldn't get their satisfaction. They wouldn't be the martyrs they wanted to be. They'd sit here and get starved out.

"See anything Nick?"

"Negatory, the buildings are blocking the quay. I can nab any escaping boats though."

"Okay, just keep an eye out for anything."

"Will do!" he said, as Judy charged forwards. Racing across and over the warehouse, she passed beneath the shadow of the larger crane, a massive thing painted marine grey and speckled with rust. Below were other mammals getting ready. Judy paused as she saw some of them taking carts filled with barrels into the final warehouse, the one with the chimney. Racing over, vaulting over walls, climbing up pipes and sliding through gaps, she found a worn plastic vent in a wall and tore it out. Looking in, she gasped. At the base of a chimney was a furnace, and in it they were piling up wood, fuel and night howlers. Not just the plants, but vats full of purple chemicals, which were handled tenderly before being thrown on.

This must have been the real deal then. This must have been what they were planning all along! They'd found them, and now they were planning to go out in a blaze of terrible glory. Judy relayed what she saw out to Bogo, fear and fury rising in her voice. She was ordered to go back to the warehouse with the gantry crane and give them an overview.

Outside, Bogo looked on gravely. The other officers could tell. A slight tremble in his paw, he held his radio up. "Clawhauser. Order the climate works to turn the rain on in the rainforest! We might have a cloud of howler gas and who knows what waft in there, so this could stop it."

Hearing an affirmative from him, Bogo grabbed his shield and marched out in front of his troops. By all rights he shouldn't be doing this. A full frontal attack against an enemy waiting for them would need far more resources before he'd usually sign it off. But they were forcing his paw here. The gas might turn half the district savage or be harmless but they didn't have the time to find out. They had to attack now, to serve and protect.

"OFFICERS! The mammals in there are about to try and gas us. Gas civilians. They're willing to stand by as they cause death." His nostrils flared, and he raised his shield high. "LET'S TELL THEM WHAT WE THINK OF THAT!"

A chorus of screams came out and Bogo faced his foes. His feet poised, he held his shield up and gave the inside a few hard beats, an act followed by the rest of his troops as they got into position. They lined up behind him, and he felt a red rage in him as he and the others beat their shields once more. The deep bass ringing sounded out, and he knew from experience that every mammal facing him would be having second thoughts. Intimidation may be for riot control, not Swat raids like this, but they'd escalated this to war.

They knew the ZPD were here, they were ready for this fight, and Bogo was going to make them regret that. His forces began charging forwards, shields in a line, weapons at the ready, as a ragtag bunch of defenders came out to meet them.

"Hold the plan off till we get them!" He ordered, looking forwards and smiling. This was all too easy.

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"We'll be splitting into two," Bogo said, gesturing to the building plans. "I'll lead group A into the buildings here and tower 'T', putting us in a position to cover the western courtyard and the entry and exit to the quayside. Team B, led by McHorn, will strike into this warehouse here in a tortuga formation. The front lines will be armed with megafauna with shields and stun sticks. Their job is to knock the enemies out and pass them back to the rear-guard, smaller mammals armed with cuffs and tranqs who will then neutralise them.

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The goats and sheep had barely lined up and formed a mob when the surging wall of plastic shields came down on them hard. A few mammals at the back managed to throw molotovs, or shoot forwards with an off market tranq, tazer or an air rifle. They bounced harmlessly off of Bogo's shield, the cape buffalo raising his up to catch a firebomb before snapping it down, ready to make contact. With a crunch, the first few lines of enemies were forced into each other, pushed off their feet and crushed into their comrades. As the megafauna forces momentum was burned out Bogo then tipped his shield down, folding them over and exposing them to his stun stick. Those not totally dazed immediately suddenly were left stuck on the ground before being stepped over. Holding a tazer, one of the sheep stuck on the top of the pile turned and aimed it at Bogo's calf. He could hit the hamstring or Achilles heel, then…

A heavy hit knocked the weapon out of his paws, and he was forced down as a cheetah cuffed him.

Breathing heavily, Catano pulled him back before dealing with the next two.

There was no time to read them their rights, that would come later. Instead she pushed forwards, ready to see Bogo facing off against an angry zebra. Unlike the others, he seemed to be more of a threat, but the chief pushed forwards and down, diving his shield beneath him. Cutting into his legs, he drove forwards and up, tearing the mammal off the floor and throwing him over his shoulder. He landed on his head and sprawled onto the floor, where Catano quickly tranqed him and cuffed him with zip ties. He still writhed though, but it was dying away as the drugs got to work.

Catano wanted to keep an eye on him, only for a strange whistling sound to distract her. There was a yell, one of the leading hippos screaming as a rod of rebar cut into his arm, before the sound of a shattering shield came from the other side of the formation. A similar iron rod had pierced through the shield of a rhino, though his steel plating thankfully bent it away from his heart.

"Top right!" Bogo called, and she turned to see some mammals leaning out of a window overlooking the quay. They were holding improvised weapons, already reloading them. As they aimed their weapons and she hers, the roar of an engine beckoned through the air, a frantic call coming over the radio.

"They're pulling out a truck!" Judy cried from her vantage point. "I repeat, they're pulling out a truck!"

Staring forwards, Catano felt a sudden dreadful calm as the thing lumbered out of the large warehouse and began racing forwards.

And then she heard the gunshot.

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"What is it, Wolfard?" Bogo looked at the wolf, one of his best trackers, not sure what he had failed to cover. He thought he had hit everything.

"Are we only going up against these guys with Tranq's?"

Bogo blinked a few times. "Like we usually do, yes. Now do you want to ask me something else, like should you wash your paws after using the toilet?"

"He has a point," another officer said. "These might be the same guys who supported Bellwether. They might be far worse than our usual lot. They might have lethals. Shouldn't we have lethals?"

Bogo paused, thinking. "Firstly, cases of lethals in the city remain very low, black market non-lethals or improvised weapons such as harpoons or crossbows are far more likely. As for us using lethals, that would require clearance from the mayor. Regardless, as well as your standard issue weapons, you'll be armed with tranq-blanks, as is standard for such operations as these."

"But they're still only tranq's," one of the officers said. A general murmur of agreement rang out, and Bogo pulled out a magazine and one of the weapons in question to show them. "Rubber bullet with an inbuilt tranq needle. The impact causes enough pain to incapacitate until the drugs take over. Fired from a high velocity gun like a sniper and at a small enough mammal, they can be decidedly lethal."

He paused, looking at them all.

"May I ask how many of you have been shot by these? Paws up."

He raised his hoof, as did a few other mammals.

"Paws down if you don't think they're sufficient."

They all remained up.

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She flinched as the window of the truck shattered, before another shot rang out. The vehicle's gears crunched before the engine calmed down, the whole thing coasting along until Francine and Trunkaby met it with their two shoulders. The two Elephants groaned and strained but brought it to a halt, before one of them tore off the door and hauled out the driver, the mammal having been caught in the middle of a gear change. Catano sighed with relief, only for her ears to rise with the sound of Francine's scream. A spear of metal had caught her shoulder, but she'd survive.

That didn't matter to the cheetah though. She brought out her handgun, loaded with the special rounds, and fired it at the exposed mammals. With most of the knocked out mammals cuffed, plenty of other smaller mammals joined her, the walls around the attackers were spitting and sparking as their rounds hit. They got two of the mammals, but she was certain another one had been able to get to cover.

A loud bang rang out, signalling that he'd been taken care of. Out came her radio, Catano smiling as she called in.

"Good job, Wilde!"

"As always," he replied, giving her a sly little salute from afar.

She rolled her eyes, before turning to Bogo as he called out. "Restart the original plan. Form your teams."

He waved his crew off to take tower 'T', while she and their others formed their Tortuga formation. Riot shields around and above her and the other smaller mammals, they marched into the large warehouse. Through the cracks and corners, she could see bits and pieces of the structure, pausing as she saw Judy up above. She had to move on though, keeping up with the advance.

On the roof, the bunny watched them push forwards. Alongside the alcove the truck had come from, there were one or two small ones just like it, plus a few staff areas. All had quickly been checked and cleared, the whole force pushing beneath the warehouse's gantry crane and out the other side. A few runners checked the buildings to their left, but none had any exits onto the quay, so they were all clear for an advance towards the large crane, the chimney and the fire.

Judy bent over, taking a breather.

They'd crushed them.

Bogo had secured the landside buildings and tower 'T', she could see a few snipers get up it already. They just had to get to the bonfire and halt it.

She heard a slight tick, her blood running cold.

Two sharp bangs rang out and the whole building shook, almost sending her to her feet while a cloud of dust erupted up around her.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" Bogo screamed as Judy raced toward the cloud. Looking into the warehouse, she gulped, spotting the gantry crane collapsed on the floor. Two small charges had blasted it from its rails and sent it tumbling down in front of the quayside exit.

The second squad was stuck there and as a set of scream rang out she raced forward to see a well armoured set of larger mammals race out. Darts and bullets simply impacted the thick metal plated clothing that they wore and they pushed forward regardless, tossing molotovs and wielding long sharpenned bits of scaffold in front of them.

It had been a trap.

All of it.

They'd lured them in and caught them here, making them think it was a won battle while luring them into a corner.

There was nothing the ZPD forces could do but retreat, taking step after step back. They'd go back until they reached the small crane and were then thrown into the water.

Judy's blood ran cold, before it lit like a fire. This wasn't going to save them! They'd still be trapped. They had no hope, no chance, but they were happy to try and lure and kill her friends!

She pulled out her radio, but backed off as she heard the chaotic chatter coming out of it.

Instead, she grabbed her dart gun, raced over to above them, and looked down. She saw a good sized gap in one of the attackers pieces of armour and fired, hitting it dead on. He stumbled and fell and she aimed again. It was a lost battle though, they were forcing the cops back…

And then her phone rang.

More specifically, it rung with the tone reserved for Bogo. Pulling back and down, she answered.

"What's going on!?"

She quickly recounted everything that had happened, the Chief quiet throughout.

"How long do we have left?"

She looked over, they were close to the edge.

"Less than a minute, they…"

"-Are they past the yellow brick building?" he asked.

She blinked a bit, not sure what this was about, before she quickly answered. "Yes."

"Right," he said briefly, before cutting off. On the other side, he was rallying his forces, an odd and terrible sense of calm hanging over him. He'd ordered his mammals to charge in, he didn't regret it. They had to stop those howlers getting burned, the risk that they might be dangerous was too great to even risk the delay from conforming if they truly were. But he was still the one who let his mammals go in, he was still the one who put them in peril, and if that was the case he'd damn well be the one to get them out.

He gathered his forces, marching into an empty shell of a building, the last bits of yellow paint flaking off of its concrete frame. Ahead of them was a breezeblock wall, sealing them off from the quayside.

He turned back, racing away, before joining the rest of his larger officers. Together, they put their hands on the truck and charged, pushing it backwards faster and faster, before thrusting the trailer hitch through the base of the wall, shattering it. The whole thing began to crack and tumble, before the back of the cab swept it away regardless.

He looked back to the rest of his forces and charged through the breach.

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Catano was scared. They were cut off, they were being forced back. It wouldn't be long now before they were in the water, sitting ducks.

And then she flinched down as a wall behind the enemies exploded, the front cab of a truck raced out in reverse before crashing and sinking into the deep water. The attackers distracted, she and the others retreated slightly, falling back and letting those at the front reform their shield wall. Bogo's forces crashed into the rear of the enemies before they could turn around and started pushing them forwards, while those in front of her were already keeping them from advancing.

Up above, Judy saw the vice like grip close, and the bad guys get the squeeze. Already some were stumbling out and crashing into the water, and she felt herself cheer as they clawed back victory.

Then a gunshot came, and she flinched as she saw one of the hippos fall, clutching his leg. Turning up, she gasped as she saw a sheep up on the big crane, her trembling paw grabbing her sidearm as she looked at him. No… He wasn't going to do this. They weren't going to win! She didn't have much of a chance at hitting him, but she could make him scared, emptying her non-lethal rounds against his lethal ones as she scurried over to the nearest wall, sheltering behind it as he shot back. She couldn't help but eeep a little, tensing up, but keeping control of herself she grabbed her radio. "Sniper on Big crane! Sniper on Big crane!"

"Got him in my…" one of the snipers on 'T' was responding, only to be cut off by another shot at her position

"CARROTS!"

"I'm fine Nick," she panted, flinching as a shot was fired from 'T' and up at the crane. She couldn't look but she could hear, and she heard him curse before the echoing sound of hoofbeats on metal rang out. He was trying to find a place where the sniper on 'T' couldn't reach him.

From afar, Nick smiled as he landed in a place where he could. The shot was tricky though, really not helped by the mist from the rainforest sprinklers. The target was blurry through his sight, and he tried to take his time, making sure to line up the shot.

Only the sheep raised his gun, ready to fire again, forcing Nick to go first.

The sheep flinched, hard, and Nick held his breath thinking he'd got it, only to freeze as the mammal recovered. He'd clipped his side. Painful, for sure, but the tranq didn't go in. Now the sniper was hunting for him too.

Nick made sure to hide himself even further behind the metal sheet that was covering him, trying to line up again as the sheep moved about.

Into a position where Nick couldn't see him, but where he could see the troops on the ground.

"Judy?" he asked, his throat feeling like it was being strangled with worry. He didn't want to risk this, he really didn't, but…

If there was any mammal that he could bet on getting out of this alive, it was her.

"Yes Nick?"

"Make him do the funny dance," he ordered.

Back under her cover, Judy nodded. "Yes Slick!" Up she hopped, firing a few more rounds off, right at the sniper. Nick watched him jump up and fired, the predatory grin on his face getting wiped out as the sheep turned, the fox's bullet ricocheting off his gun. "Dammit!" He hissed, lining up the next shot as the mammal fled. Fled from him, fled from Judy, finding a spot and turning to face him and…

The sheep jolted, gripping his arm, his face writhing with pain as he slumped down, the drowsiness beginning to take him.

"Thanks for flushing him out Carrots and Slick," the sniper from 'T' chirped.

"Our pleasure," Nick began happily, only for that expression to melt from his face.

Radio off, his ears drooped. "They know I call her Carrots," he said. There was a pause, before he shook it off. "I can spin this!" He said, his voice only betraying a slight bit of worry.

Back on the roof though, Judy was racing forward. "If you ever need any help, Carrots and Slick are the ones to call!" she chirped, before reaching the edge of the roof and peering over. The criminals had been defeated; they were on the ground or in the water while Bogo had rallied the rest of his forces into a hard packed shield wall that was advancing fast. They'd soon break into the courtyard, ready to break over to the chimney and furnace.

They'd done it. They'd won! The bad guys were spent! Gone! Defeated! They were…

Her train of thought was cut off as a roar bellowed out and, looking down, she saw the massive wildebeest she'd seen early marching forwards, anger in his eyes. He wasn't rallying weak troops anymore, he was wrapped up in thick armour, and held military grade weapons in his paws. He was going to lose to the ZPD, but make them pay for it. Shaking, gritting her teeth, she looked down and saw a small chink in his armor; a small gap at the back of his head, the skin showing. It was far too thin to be sure of hitting it with a dart, so she'd get up and personal. Tearing them out of her reserve dart gun, she stared at him as he raised his weapon, ready to kill. "Oh no you don't," she screamed, leaping into the air. She sailed down fast, screaming as she went and with darts in her paws, swooping down his back, planting them into position, before landing on the floor.

She touched down, taking a breather, as he collapsed to his knees in front of her. The forces were marching past to seal the win.

It was over.

Now they had won.