Judy arrived at the police station. Nothing eventful happened on the way up. Just the sounds of the city. She's learned to ignore the cries of the widowed wives and orphaned children. As she walked into the police station, her fears are realized. OFFICER HOPPS! YOUR LATE! MY OFFICE! NOW!
"Carrots, you might want to run" Nick said in his usual sarcastic tone.
"OFFICER WILDE, I DON'T NEED YOUR COMENTARY!"
As she got to the chief's office, the usual feeling of dread set in. "your late again, Officer Hopps"
"Yes, I know, but-"
"No buts, Hopps, we've been tracking these drug traffickers for three months, and we're this close to cracking them. Your tardiness will not let them slip through the cracks again. Now get. Out."
Judy knew that there was no point arguing and agreed. "Yes, Chief Bogo"
Nick and Judy met back up in the lobby, left the building, got into there designated vehicle and headed for the drug house. Just like the drive up, nothing really eventful happened. Once they got there, all they had to do was wait for someone to come out with a shipment. "Carrots, can I ask you a question?" Nick asked after about thirty minutes of silently waiting.
"Of course, Nick. What is it?"
"How are you not bothered by the mourning being done lately?"
"I don't know, I guess I got used to it"
"It bothers me. It was always there, but now, it seems to have taken over. I have the strange feeling something bigs gonna happen"
"Shh!"
"what is it?"
"sounds like-" Judy's face changed from curiosity to shock "-gunfire!"
As soon as the word "gunshots" left her mouth, a panda crashed out of a window when he landed, he did so face down on the windshield of Nick and Judy's car. His face had been shot by a shotgun, blood spraying from the damaged, exposed veins. This created a thick layer of blood, distorting the visuals of everything behind it. Mingling in the blood were pieces of flesh and bone. Nick and Judy snapped back into reality pulled out there guns. They got out of the car, and busted through the front door of the warehouse. The images only got worse from there.
The room was covered in destruction. There was blood all over the place, pooling on the floor and splattered on the walls. Many of the bodies had broken limbs, some of them hat their broken limbs stabbed into their chest. Two children were huddled in the corner, terrified. They appeared to be looking at the other side of the room.
Judy, like the children, turned her attention towards the other side of the room. There was a Wiesel gripping his bloody chest in pain, and a mammal in a trench coat holding a bloody knife standing over him. He was wearing a fedora over his eyes and a bandanna around his face, which kept anyone from identifying him. "I want you to do something for me. I want you to tell your friends about me. Call me The-"
"Freeze! Stay right where you are!" Nick interrupted, pointing his gun at the figure.
The mammal let out an annoyed growl, dropped the knife, raised his hand and turned around. "Drop your weapons!" Nick said, maintaining eye contact.
The figure reached in his trench coat crossing his arms, pulling out two 9MM pistols. He threw them on the ground. He then pulled two SMGs from behind his back, and threw them on the ground. His right eye was blocked by his hair, but hi left eye was darting around the room. He then looked Judy strait in the eye with his dead, green eyes in almost a glare. "I apologize, Lavern, but it must be done"
Judy was going to ask how he knew her middle name, but as soon as he finished the sentence, he pulled two dart guns out and shot both cops in the legs with a powerful sedative, and just like that, they were out.