Chapter One- Operation Lodestone

August 6th, 2019, one month later.

Cpt Frederick Jonas Manson- Task Force 141, CIA, SAS, SAD (Special Activities Division)

Location- [REDACTED], Zootopia

Mission- Operation Loadstone\Fracture Jaw

Objective- KILL Rouen Fyodorov

Day- 02

"For fucks sakes! I'm covered in blood that isn't my own and I need an immediate evac, Raptor One! Do you copy!?" The bear yelled in desperation at the long broken and mangled radio, only to hear no response other than static. Angrily slamming the radio into the ground, the bloodied ursine cracked his knuckles and picked up his even bloodier weapon, a standard issue M240 with only a handful of rounds left in the belt.

Continuing to slither in the shadows to avoid detection, the old man couldn't help but to smile as it reminded him of his many missions in the USSR during the late stages of the Cold War, only this time he was killing fanatic gangsters instead of trained Russian soldiers. To him it didn't matter how many he killed, the only thing that mattered was killing the infamous arms dealer and crime boss he was sent to find, Roan Fyodorov, and completing the mission.

It had only been two days since the ZPD arrested Rouen's wife, Madlyn Fyodorov, in an attempt to kill two birds with one stone, Rouen wasn't there but she was. One of the ZPD's best officers, Judy Hopps was shot in the leg when trying to make the arrest, she was originally going to be involved in the raid but because of the injuries, she did not.

After that, Rouen essentially revealed himself to the ZPD and CIA, demanding his wife be released or else.

He was undercover as part of the 4th SWAT team to do the job as Officer Johnathan Price. All of his squad mates were either killed or missing within the first hour of the siege, but using his intellect and training, the old ursine mowed all the criminals down.

Frederick cringed, the bullet wound in his leg began burning as he slinked into an open courtyard, though his swat gear was weighing him down it wasn't the reason it hurt so much but quite frankly he didn't have an explanation nor did he care.

At the moment he was mainly looking for his target and also focused on getting out of the abandoned part of the city before the ZPD tells some of his friends that he's dead, then all hell will break loose.

When he crawled to the halfway point he could clearly see a sniper glinting on a high up part of a church, "fucker!" He cursed lowly and angrily as he began sprinting to cover behind a concrete barricade. He peeked above the concrete and saw the glint still, patiently waiting for the operative to make a false move.

Raising his machine gun up with a helmet on the edge of the barrel, he too waited for the sniper to be fooled, and that they were. Even if he was expecting it, the crack of the 50 caliber round startled him as the round went right through the helmet and he could hear the sniper chamber his brass.

Not wanting to take any chances, he ran for his life to reach the other side of the churchyard. Holding his weapon ready to fire at anything that pops up, the bear reached a street but he looked back at the church and saw the glint once again.

Noticing that the windows of the surrounding apartments could give him a clear shot of said sniper, he made the admittedly stupid decision of going back. As he did, he could hear the voices of criminals casually walking towards the officer, the armed mammals walked past him as he trained his eyes on the duo of wolves.

Two suppressed shots was all it took for both of them to fall onto the ground, then he moved on, entering one of the apartments from the front door. It was evident that someone had been here before, bullet holes riddled the surrounding wall. Ignoring that, he quietly and carefully went up the steps, gun raised and his paw pad resting on the trigger as he lowered his weapon at the sight. Someone was definitely here, killed even, the golden badge on the floor was a giveaway immediately, not wanting to risk it, he left it as he continued to scan his surroundings.

If someone were to know his position, the drywall wouldn't be much help, especially against a 50. Caliber round. The floor was littered with broken glass, presumably from the windows, it wasn't very hard to notice that the walls smeared and splattered with blood, a fight definitely went on here.

If there was one thing he didn't want, it was definitely unwanted guests, still as the bear assessed himself to his situation he slowly realized that he was in much more than a predicament but he knew something, if he wanted to continue on, he needed to have a look at himself, a thing he hadn't done in a day or two. With the clinking of a lighter and the crunching of the glass underneath him, the operative sat there with a big cigar wedged in his mouth, legs spread out the best they could and his back leaning against the wall.

Despite the severity of the situation, when the first plume of smoke bellowed out of his muzzle he felt calm for a few seconds, in that bliss he had his two paw pads holding up his cigar as the glass under him made an assortment of sounds. Taking the tobacco out of his muzzle he still sat there with it in between his paw pads his arm resting on his wounded leg, he would stay in that position until he heard more voices, they were distant but he could hear them nonetheless, from listening in, they were talking about the sniper who'd taken a cheap shot at him earlier, at the mention of asking where they were, he looked at his gun and grabbed it after putting the cigar back in his mouth and crushing it with his teeth, there was still a lot more left in it and he was hoping he'd put his spares to use.

He got onto his knees, looking for any movement, even if they were damaged through age and now by a 9 millimeter bullet, he's suffered much worse and knew he'd live. It seemed like the two criminals he'd taken out got some attention because there were about 20 more criminals, all with guns ranging from sidearms to light machine guns. The cigar in his mouth moved up as he smiled and loaded his weapon "hello hello hello . . ." before he could start firing, he had a gut feeling that someone was watching him, he shook his head in impatience, aiming his sidearm behind him and loosening his grip on the cigar.

AN: So that's a little of an introduction to Manson, granted there's not really much character wise but don't worry, I'll try to make some stuff interesting, this is really just a little insight on him, the guy's supposed to be mysterious, Ya know? Anyways that's really all I've got to say right now. Oh and very very sorry about the weird time skip buuuut you can call me lazy for that. Also I'm going to be uploading these separately now to allow room for improvement, so you have my apologies if I'm sporadic with uploading these chapters.

Laughing Wolf