"McHorn, Jackson, get Wilde out of here. I don't want the little Wilde see this when she comes to. Pennington, check on her. The bus is on the way. The quicker we clean this up, the quicker we find out just what the hell happened." Bogo knelt to survey Doug's body, checking for a pulse he knew wasn't there. "Delgato, take my service weapon, I don't need IAB saying this was a bad shooting." Passing the revolver to him, he waved him away. Huffing loudly, Bogo clenched his fist, his head barely shaking as he prepared to reel back and strike the dead ram in front of him.
Carrying Nick over his shoulder, Jackson placed a hand on Bogo's back. "Chief? You know how this'll look if you hit him now. Let's get our own out of here, right?" He looked to McHorn who stood from Bellwether's body. "Come on, let's check on that bus." As Bogo's sigh of frustration washed over him, he accepted the firm push of Jackson leading them out of the room. Pennington undid the ropes binding Judy, doing her best to not stare at Judy's shame. Checking her vitals, she placed a glove hand in the puddle just beneath Judy. "Oh, that's just wrong. What kind of sick sheep is she? What even is this?" Taking a closer look at her hand, Pennington tried to remember where she'd seen something like it before. "Oh, roasted peanuts! It's nighthowler! Judy got nighthowler'd!" Before she could stand, a strong kick crossed Pennington's face knocking the hefty elephant back.
McHorn turned on his heels, with one motion whipping out another tranq dart and firing into the blur that moved towards Pennington. The shot hit the floor, missing Judy as she jetted past his aim, bounding onto his back, arching and pulling him to the floor. "Shit! Jackson, get back here! Judy's gone savage!" He crawled onto his side, firing again at Judy who bounced about, alluding his shots with each motion. "Damn it, slow down!"
Pennington's stood from her daze, grasping at her tranq and firing a single volley at the small moving target. Her shot caught Judy's ear, flung off in a quick motion. Pennington froze as she watched Judy stop, then turn a hate filled gaze upon her. "Judy, don't move. I'm warning you." Her caution fell on deaf ears as Judy stepped closer to her, not slowed by her wounds. Pennington closed her eyes and fired. With the 'thok!' of the dart, and the groan of McHorn, Pennington gasped and focused her eyes only moments before a grey foot met the center of her forehead, dropping her back and disarming her.
Judy picked up the tranq, staring at it, then looking down at Pennington. Her eyes glazed over, she fired three shots into Pennington, throwing it to the side after it no longer released more darts. She crouched to inspect her wounded leg, licking at it, before turning her tongue to her sex, lapping at the remnants of the nighthowler trapped between her labia lips. Her ears twitched side to side, surveying her surroundings as she chattered mindlessly lost in herself.
Groggily, McHorn called into his radio. "Backup..we need backup..Chief..anybody. Savage rabbit. I repeat, backup. Pennington down..." The radio flew from his hand, propelled by Judy's sudden rushing kick, his tranq smacked away by a strong second kick. The tranquilizer taking stronger hold, he couldn't fend off Judy's motions as she brought kick after kick against his head. As a harsh kick trounced his temple, he surrendered, his hands raised only enough to guard his head from another strike.
Crawling over the disabled Rhino, Judy tugged at his belt, ripping the buckle off. Sniffing at his crotch, Judy pulled free the zipper, and grasped the seam of his briefs. Tearing them free, she gazed at the grey log laying in front her. Reaching to touch it, she felt a hand grasp her foot weakly.
"Is this what you want to do? If you are in there somewhere, Hopps. Think of Nick...I don't know what kind of fucked up things went on here, but I know you don't want to do this to him. You don't want that psychopath to destroy your marriage right? I know you hear me in here." McHorn held as tightly as his tranq drugged hands could, before releasing them and finally succumbing to the tranquilizer's embrace.
Judy leaned closer to McHorn's sleeping dick, sniffing it, then licking the tip before reeling back in disgust. She sat up, her ears erect, and peered at Bellwether's lone body. Her head splitting, Judy gurgled a yell, pushing herself off of McHorn, and dashing towards the fallen ewe. Raising her foot to stomp the sheep, she jerked and grasped the back of her neck, then turned to receive two more tranq darts in her stomach. Bogo and Jackson reloaded, taking aim as she took a solitary step towards them, before falling in a heap.
"Damn it Hopps. I don't like shooting my men, you know this." Bogo covered Judy's passed out body with a towel, carrying her out and looking back at the remaining mess behind him. "Jackson, you wait here and make sure nothing else goes wrong. Can you do that? Or do I have to babysit you?" Jackson stood at attention, then rushed to Pennington's side to pull out the darts littering her body.