Chapter 5

I fall backwards, collapsing into the chair, barely managing to stay awake. I can barely see the figure come towards me before I'm shaken out of my daze.

"HAGLER! C'mon buddy you only have one more patient!" Pulezo informs as he shakes me awake.

I watch as the patient on the table is taken off to recovery and the next is brought in. A file is given to me and I read over it.

"Crush injuries, ribs are broken, lung may be peirced." I state, tossing my soiled apron into a bin and tossing the gloves in the trash, before being presented a new set.

"Emma!" I yell over my shoulder, a field mouse popping her head from a rodent sized computer. "Total dead?"

She takes off her glasses before rubbing her forehead. "The building was horridly lacking in the fire code department, it's still burning... about 500 unaccounted for, 127 found dead so far."

"Christ almighty, let's keep that number there shall we ladies and gentlemen." I say, turning to my patient.

-0-

Logan and I just look up at the carnage, there is still fire coming out of various windows on the upper floors.

"Just got the newest figures." Nick says, slinking over, a look of defeat in his eyes.

"Of the 1170 known tenants, 132 have been found dead so far, with 482 not accounted for... phone calls are being made to every contact on the registry that hasn't been accounted for, but the fire marshal says expect the worst." He informs, I let my face fall into my hands, massaging my temple.

"How is it so bad?" Logan asks, eyes focused on a mammal waiving a bedsheet out of a window on one of the top floors, the fire only two floors below them.

"From what the fire marshal has inspected, sprinklers are either nonfunctional or fake, the fire alarm system wasn't set up, and the insulation in the walls is flammable." Nick says, his eyes also turning upwards.

"What about the guy who started it?" Logan asks, seeing someone jump out of a window, it only taking a few seconds for them to hit the ground out of our view. "Dear god I'm getting flashbacks to 9/11." He says looking away from the building and taking out a cigarette with shaking hands.

"Hung himself in the holding cell half an hour ago, took one look at the broadcast and couldn't live with himself." Nick's ears droop as he says it.

"Can it get any worse?" I inquire, receiving a sad look in return. "Oh dear god no..." I regret my words immediately.

"Two people transported to ZGH are missing, Jessica's brother, and a building janitor who tried to rescue someone from a burning room. Both taken at four hour intervals by the same fox." He states simply, his 'mask' having broken an hour ago.

"We have an ID?" Logan asks, sitting on the curb, his head between his knees.

"Guy was wearing a face mask, Precinct 4 is going through records of all Arctic foxes in the city but it's going to take time." I interject, remembering the image I saw earlier. "You think this is his strategy? Wait for a disaster and pick people from the recovery who nobody is watching?"

"It's possible, considering he had both an EMT uniform and either stole or had an ambulance. With the chaos nobody would question an ambulance leaving suddenly." Logan answers, lifting his head from between his legs.

"Anyways, hows Jessica doing?" I ask, keeping an eye on some reporters assembled on the other side of the barricade.

"I haven't heard much since Sydney drove her back to the Precinct." Nick admits. "The best we can hope for it tha..." He continues, being interrupted by a disturbance in the crowd of reporters.

Logan comes to his feet and follows Nick and I towards the barricade, where the commotion appears to be non-violent.

As we reach the barricade, I use my height to try and see over the crowd of mammals slightly shorter then me, not finding a large disturbance. Until...

"Hey! Back off mate, it's my photo!" I hear from somewhere in the back, where I see two raccoons fighting over a camera.

Nick and I jump the barricade, approaching the two, who begin to have a yelling competition.

"Gentlemen... GENTLEMEN!" I announce, having to raise my voice due to them not hearing me. They quiet down looking at me. "What's the issue?" I ask, pointing st the one currently holding the camera.

"I took some photos that ZNN wanted, but he says they're his due to it being his camera." The reporter replies.

"Did you let him use the camera?" I ask the other.

"Well yes, but..." He begins before I cut him off.

"Do you both work for ZNN?"

They both nod.

"Can I see the photo?" I ask, wondering what they were going to fight over.

I'm handed the camera and I click through the photos, most of the blaze, a few of the first responders, and two of the mammals at the top of the building. The last photo, which I presume set them off is a photo of Nick, Logan, and I, where Logan is still in the curb with his head between his knees, I'm leaning on a cruiser, my face in my hands, and Nick is looking upwards with his notepad in his hands.

I raise an eyebrow before handing the camera back, coming to a resolution. "If you both work for the same company, hand them in saying they're both of yours." I simply state, to which they seem to agree.

I return to the barricade, once again jumping it and returning back over to the cruiser.

-0-

(A/N: If you want some mood music for this scene, may I recommend "Margaritaville" by Jimmy Buffet)

Some things in life are just relaxing. Watching clouds drift across the sky, enjoying a great book, and the classic sound of waves on a beach, this is what I found myself listening to.

The sun, the sand, the turquoise water... This is what money could buy you.

"Ma'am, a call from the number you saved in Zootopia." I hear from over my shoulder, a jet black Wolf holding a silver tray with a cell phone on it.

"Thank you Gustave, I'll summon you when I'm competed." I say to him over my shoulder after I take the phone, I hear him click his heels and wait for him to walk way before raising the phone.

"How's the big city?" I ask, sitting up and taking a sip of the drink I have next to me.

"Yea I'll be honest India, shit has hit the fan." Comes the reply, somewhat stressed and frantic.

"He's popped up again hasn't he?" I grip the glass, rage building.

"Yep, your ex has made a nice appearance in Zootopia. Six dead already and two just got taken by him. I need answers."

"Shawn. Just because he was my ex doesn't mean I know where he is."

"India! You dated him for three fucking years! Christ, mom and dad thought that you'd have married him when you can back! You know how he thinks, where he hides!"

I fall back in the chair, rubbing my forehead. "I should have taken your advice."

"What and put two bullets in the back of his skull?"

"Yep, instead I just haaaaad to go to the cops so he could rot in jail."

"Alright, I need some answers."

"He's a man of repetition, he will do everything twice or three times, not as far as OCD, mainly so he knows he's done it right. He is rarely moving during the day, when he was dating me I swear to god I never saw him out of his house if the sun was up."

"Where does he like to live?"

"Cold, he's a swimmer so near water. One more thing. He loves red herrings, overwatched The Saw movies, and he read up on booby traps. Be careful you idiot."

"It's not me going after him this time, I'm going to leak the info to the cops. Remember if Cameron finds out that my sister dated the guy he'd raise hell looking for you. Speaking of which where are you?"

"Honduras."

"You always liked Latin American men."

I hang up with a snort, beginning to laugh hysterically. After a minute or two I come around, pulling out my phone and pulling up a photo.

"You basdard, I hope you die slowly." I say, lowering my phone and looking at my prosthetic leg.

"GUSTAVE! CALL ANTONIO, TELL HIM IM CANCELING MY TEN O' CLOCK!"

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- Day 14 -

I knock on the Cheif's door, looking at the folder in my hand. It had been slid under my door while I was watching the evening news, and I had gotten to the station so fast I neglected to put on my uniform.

"Enter." Comes the gruff reply. I open the door, losing it behind me and giving a sharp salute. "Robertson, why are you here? Your shift ended three hours ago." Bogo asks, eyeing the folder in my hand.

"This got slid under my door, and boy do you need to see it." I say holding up the folder and setting it on the table. I open the envelope once again, pulling out several documents and photos.

"What is this?" Bogo asks, looking at the documents. "Defensa Civil Ciudad de Panamá"

"Panama City Civil Defence, now look at the arrest warrant." I say pushing a document infront of him, a handwritten translation next to it.

"Joseph Ximetz, Arctic fox, identifying features... Columbian born... missing two fingers on his right hand. Wanted for Crimes against Humanity..."

"That's not all." I say, pulling several more documents out. "Bogata, Rio, Bueno Aries, Roitan, Cancun, Mexico City, Belize - the entire country of Belize - and the biggest one." I finish, sliding another document infront of him.

"San Diego..."

"That was stamped and signed two months ago, he shot a cop that pulled him over and sped off."

"So we don't just have a serial killer. We have a serial killer that has evaded authorities in over half a dozen countries."

"Do you know who gave this to you?" Bogo asks.

I pull a final handwritten note out of the folder, which Bogo takes and reads aloud. "Put my ex in the fucking ground."

Bogo looks up at me with a questioning gaze. I try to keep my cool, but his gaze is one that could burn a hole through your skull if he were to stare too long.

"Fuck if I know." I admit, raising my hands in defence.

"Thank you Robertson."

I stand, giving another salute before looking down to remember what I'm wearing. Oh yea, forgot I had this shirt, Christ all I need is a Panama hat and a cigar and I'm a Latin American drug dealer. I smirk, making a mental note to go to Banana Republic tomorrow so I can get a hat. I give the night receptionist a wave as I walk past, pushing the door open and looking at my watch.

6:40, already had dinner... Work night so I'm not drinking... meh I'll go down to the range.

Later

*BANG* I open the bolt, letting the casing fall to the floor, close the bolt and raise it back to my shoulder and *BANG*

I chuckle, getting some odd looks from the other range users, mainly because while they're using assorted pistols, I'm using a bolt action rifle.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, looking back to find Logan.

"Hey mate, how you doing?" He asks as I clear the rifle, turning away from the range and walking over to the rest area.

"Had to relieve some stress, and nothing does it better then to make everyone around you half dead." I crack a grin, the events of the day still fresh in my mind.

"Noticed you didn't seem too disturbed today." He pressed, I give him a look as I put my rifle in its case.

"I've become desensitized to violince." I admit, picking the case up from the table and following him.

"War in the Middle East, 9/11, constant mass shootings..."

"All brought to you live in ultra HD!"

"Exactly. Man the worlds going to shit ain't it?"

"I already lost all faith in this planet."

"When did you give up on it?"

"Few weeks after the Nighthowler debacle., I was sitting in a bar, on my way to being waisted, academy started the next week. Anyways, I'm sitting there, third drink just wound up infront of me when I see this kid being heckled by the bouncer, yknow standard fake ID stint. Anyways, I down a few more drinks, and then head out, by this point I wasn't drunk but there was no way in hell I'd make it home without puking. I make it outside before I need to puke, run to the nearest trash can, empty my guts... I look up and guess what I see?"

"A unicorn?" He asks, I snort before I continue.

"Nope, remember the kid from earlier? Yea... bouncer dislocated his jaw, knocked him out cold, kid then puked from the nausea and drowned in his own puke."

"Christ."

"Cops already had the bouncer in cuffs, and I just walked home. The next morning I woke up and I just didn't care for the world's bullshit anymore."

We walk in silence for a few minutes, we stop when we reach my apartment. I take a good look at him, finding him shivering under his parka and ushanka, then look down at my jeans and dress shirt.

"Come inside, you are clearly frozen solid." I insist, holding the door open to allow him to come in.

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- Day 19 -

I drop my cigarette, crushing it under my heel as I step away from my rental truck, I pull a key out of my pocket, opening the trunk. I quickly scan the area, grabbing the item of my searching before quickly closing the trunk.

I look at the price of paper in my hands for the fifteenth time.

Aspects of Ximetz:

- Near water

- cold

-mammal of repetition

I kick the chain link gate open, defending the concrete steps down to one of the canals that transverse Tundra Town, I eye the flowing water at the bottom, knowing if I fall in I'm screwed.

I wrap my parka tighter around me, the wind picking up slightly. I come to my target, a rusted gate underneath an overpass, I had been watching it for several days, finally seeing the basdard come out early last night. I decided to wait until today, and looked at my watch. 3:28 AM Go time.

I kick the gate open, swinging my paper wrapped item of interst up, the paper coming off to reveal a SIG P226. I take off the safety and turn on a laser mounted underneath the barrel, letting my night vision do the rest. I slowly decend down the slight incline of the hall, eventually coming to another grate, which I find is unlocked. I slowly swing it open, scanning the room. I can see several benches, all covered with various tools, some medical some industrial.

I spy a door at the other end of the room, raising my pistol as I approach it, its steel with a padlock on the hinge. I turn around, grabbing a crowbar from one of the benches, breaking the padlock open.

I start to swing the door open, it being forced from the other side. By the time I regain my bearings I'm pinned to the ground, looking up at a lion who is clearly under the effects of the Nighthowler serum. I go for my waist, finding the vial Of antidote I had brought smashed due to my impact with the ground.

I dodge the lion's attempt to bite my head off, realizing I'm going to be overpowered shortly. I scan the floor around me, finding my pistol among tools knocked off a bench to my right. I start to decide against using it when I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder, finding the lion decided to dig his claws in. I quickly grab the pistol as he opens his mouth, aiming for my now flailing left arm. I apologize to whoever he and his family are before putting the gun to the side of his head and *BANG*

He instantly falls limp on top of me. I try to take a breath but find him crushing me. I roll him off me before taking a few deep breaths, adjusting to the sharp pain in my shoulder and the warm feeling of blood all over my face.

I drag myself to my feet, looking into the room the lion had come from, finding that he had broken out of a cage within this room, there is a second cage, but instead of having the other kidnapped mammal, all I find is some blood, a tooth, and a few chunks of tiger hair.

"Fuck." I state aloud, heading for the exit.

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"Z463 arriving on scene." I say into the radio, looking over at Sydney before stepping out of the cruiser.

"So where did the report say the gunshot came from?" Sydney asks, burrowing deeper into the coat she is wearing.

"Down in the canal," I remind her, walking over to a chain link gate, finding it forced open. "We have forced entery!"

I draw my tranquilizer pistol, keeping it lowered as I decend the steps into the canal. I scan the area, finding a few peices of wrapping paper caught in the fence, a gate forced open under the bridge, and the glint of something metal down in the water.

I waive Sydney over to the gate while I decend there canal, kicking off my shoes and taking off my socks before I wade into the shallow but fast flowing water. I wade a few feet out before leaning down to grab the metal object, still obscured underneath the water. I eventually find and grip it, raising it into view.

"Got a gun!" I yell up at Sydney, holding the pistol in the air, I recognize it to be a SIG P226.

I wade back ashore, putting my socks and shoes back in before walking back up to Sydney, who has an evidence bag ready, the water taking away any chance of getting any fingerprint or DNA from the gun. We then enter the open gate, announcing our presence as we come to another gate, this one not forced open.

I flick on a flashlight, slowly opening the gate to find what seems to be a workshop. I quickly scan it, finding what appears to be our victim. I go over and check for a pulse, giving up after a little while.

I look around as the lights come on, finding Sydney next to a light switch, with this room and the room next to it, which appears to have been behind a locked door.

"Looks like there was a struggle." Sydney observes, pointing out tools knocked off a table, and a padlock clearly broken off of the door.

"I can see from here the gunshot was close range, maybe point blank, from the blood splatter, the gun was on my right, so our victim was on top of someone." I say, pointing to blood on the floor and wall to my right, and the entry wound, on the left side of the victims head.

"Our shooter was on the floor, on their back, must have been injured when the left..." She inquires, pointing to drops of blood leading out of the door where we came from.

I look around again, finding a bullet casing on the floor with the tools. "Nine millimeter casing here, I'd say that SIG is our murder weapon."

I hear some footsteps from the door, turning to find Wolford and Fangmeyer walk in.

"Jeez." Fangmeyer simply states, looking around the room.

"What have you gathered so far?" Wolford asks, observing me next to the body.

"It'd be a lot easier for me to demonstrate. Fangmeyer, come over here." I say, laying down on my back a few feet from the body "Pin me down, not professionally, as if you were in a blind rage."

She walks over, pinning me to the ground by the shoulders, her knee digging into my gut.

"Now, with my size, I could easily throw her off me like this, so our shooter is probably smaller, I'd say a fox or a sheep. Anyways, our shooter is pinned here, and I'm going to go out on a limb here and say toxicology is going to come back with Nighthowler in our victim, so Fangmeyer would also be trying to bite my face off. So, our shooter, not being able to free themselves, probably injured, and facing getting their neck ripped out, takes their gun..." I continue, turning my fingers into a stereotypical gun shape, "puts it to the victim, and bang!" I exclaim, pretending to fire. "Fangmeyer, collapse as if you just got shot through the brain." I say, she responds by falling on me, I grunt for a moment before pushing her off me and returning to my feet. "Okay, now compare Fangmeyer and our victim."

"I'd say you're just about right..." Wolford comments, rubbing his chin.

"Thanks Laura." I say, Fangmeyer climbing back to her feet.

"So what about our murder weapon?" She asks, eyeing the bullet casing.

I respond by holding up the evidence bag with the SIG, now seeing some engravings on the side, my eyes widening as I read them, I realise the suspicion of my actions, faking a sneeze before Wolford takes the bag.

"Found it in the water st the bottom of the

canal, shooter probably chucked it." I say, thoughts racing though my brain.

I recall the inscription I just read, more questions appearing then answers. Pilot Cadet S. Hagler, 04-10-1997

-0-

I look up, finding Cameron enter the apartment, I don't think twice about it, going back to making some chicken curry.

"Hey Shawn, where were you sayyyyy 3:30 this morning?" I hear him ask behind me, I freeze, knowing exactly what this pertains to.

"Just got off work, was on my way home." I reply, continuing to cook.

"Stop anywhere on the way home? Get gas... maybe a bite to eat... murder a lion in the abandoned storage bunker under Frostbite street." He questions, the last sentence being accompanied by the click of a safety.

I simply pour the chicken into two bowls and walk over to the couch and slide one across the coffee table and sitting down on the other end. "Sit, put the damn gun away and listen." I say, beginning to eat the chicken.

I hear an annoyed snort, followed by Cameron sitting on the couch, service tranquilizer set within his reach.

"Ximetz is my sister's ex." I state, seeing him open his mouth with a question.

"India, and no, I'm not telling you where she is, I can tell you she may or may not have been sending hitmen where he's been sighted after him. When he popped up in Zootopia, I decided enough was enough, and I was going after him." I look up, seeing Cameron leaning back in the chair, eating the curry.

"Needs more balsamic vinegar." He states, looong into the bowl. "So I presume that you realize what you've done."

"Ran out and yea." I state, glad he isn't pressing the topic.

"You had to use your engraved pistol? You know that a SWAT team will be knocking on the door real soon." He asks, going to continue before a knock comes at the door.

"ZPD SWAT! OPEN THE DOOR!" Comes the middle yelling.

"Speak of the devil, ITS UNLOCKED!" Cameron yells back at the door, the door is opened and several heavenly armed and armoured mammals come rushing in. "Hey fellas, fancy some chicken curry?"

"Robertson are you-" Delgado begins, being cut off.

"Aware That Shawn shot a mammal dead at roughly 3:30 this morning, Yea I put two and two together." Cameron answers honestly, highlighting the tranquilizer pistol on he table as he finishes his curry. "I was just asking him about it. Have a seat."

The four confused mammals take seats on the couch, Delgado next to me, keeping a pistol aimed at me.

"Now Shawn, mind explaining to everyone what you just told me?"

-0-

"Now look at them yo-yo's, that's the way you do itYou play the guitar on the MTVThat ain't workin', that's the way you do itMoney for nothin' and your chicks for free

Now that ain't workin', that's the way you do itLemme tell ya, them guys ain't dumbMaybe get a blister on your little fingerMaybe get a blister on your thumb..."

I listen to the radio, gripping the beer bottle in my hand. I lean back, downing what's left of the bottle and knocking on the bar signaling one of the bartenders I want another.

"You know you shouldn't drink so many of these." She says as she passes me another bottle.

"Why cause its piss water?" I ask with a snort, she chuckles before heading back down the bar.

I look at my phone, reading the text string. He should have been here like an hour ago, I'm just going to call him and ask what he wanted to tell me.

I open my contacts, hitting his mobile number and putting the phone to my ear.

"Yea Yea, I know you're sitting at the bar wondering where I am, truth is I'm currently having a nice conversation with my roommate and four SWAT officers over my activities earlier today." He says over the phone, I rub my forehead as I take another swing of beer.

"Mate, unless you tell me why I got on a plane from Montreal, I'm going to come over there and shove a flashlight so far up your ass I can make shadow puppets with your tongue." I rub my forehead, the alcohol and my temper getting the best of me.

"You will receive an email in ten minutes from a travel agency, it'll explain everything." He states simply, the click of the line going dead tells me the conversation is over.

I empty the bottle, slap a fifty dollar bill on the bar and head for the exit, muttering under my breath. "Tabernac de tabernac, why did he take out the favour now?"

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- Day 25 -

I shiver slightly, the wind going straight through my shirt and fur and chilling me to the bone. You just had to take the favour out 'eh Shawn? I look at my watch, I've been here for six hours, in the cold, watching a fucking hospital.

Shawn had given me two things to do, one watch any hospitals if any mass casualty events happened, two, if I spotted an Arctic Fox at said hospital, I was to put a bullet through his skull without any questions. I must admit it was odd, but after what Shawn told me happened after the fire, I wasn't in any way going to let it happen again.

-0-

"Heather, for the last time, we were supposed to have that shipment in Vegas last night... what do you mean he ran out of gas!?! ...Anyways, I'll call the customer and tell him his shipment of computers is going to be late, any other shipments having issues... mhm, okay so stuffed toys to Phoenix, furniture to Reno, and Diesel to Salt Lake... Alright Thanks." I groan, sliding my phone into my pocket as I approach my car.

I knew I should have gone to school and done engineering, noooo, just had to take over the business from dad. Look where it got you, immensely wealthy, head of the biggest truck freight companies on the west coast and up to your armpits in issues with drivers.

I am about to unlock my car when I see a van screech to a hault down the road, I can't make out any details, but I see something be dumped out the back and the van continue down the road. Too lazy to go to the dump eh? Lazy motherfuckers.

I sigh as I get in my car and turn it on, knowing I needed to head that way to get home. I simply turn up the radio before shifting the car into drive and head down the road, as I approach the garbage that was dumped out of the van, I find that it isn't garbage at all, but instead a tiger.

I quickly hop out of the car, running over to the guy, finding him naked, covered in blood and various wounds. I quickly pull out my phone and dial 911.

I remember the first aid course that I took in high school, mainly to get an extra credit, and try and find the guys pulse, which I eventually do, though I wouldn't call it a pulse and more of a buzz saw. Fucking hell this guy's heart is going so fast it's gonna fucking explode.

"911, what's your emergency?" Comes the voice of the operator.

"Yea, I'm on Saylos street, under the 202 Freeway, just saw a tiger get dumped out of the back of a van, this guy looks like shit, he's got no clothes and his pulse is going so fast I can't count it." I frantically say, knowing I won't be able to do shit.

-0-

"A wild ride, over stony ground

Such a lust for life, the circus comes to townWe are the hungry ones, on a lightning raidJust like a river runs, like a fire needs flame, ohI burn for you...

"

I whistle along with the song, sipping some coffee before my shift starts, I eye a picture frame, still not convinced that it's straight. Is it really... Yea it's straight... or is it? My internal monologue is interrupted by the phone on my desk ringing. I absentmindedly pick it up as I continue to whistle.

"Dr. Hagler, Trauma Surgon." I introduce, wondering who was calling so short before my shift.

"Doc! Got a live one! Ximetz's work! Male tiger, mid 20s!" Comes the panicked voice, I can tell it's a EMT in the back of an ambulance.

"As soon as you're here, straight into OR1 GOT IT?!" I yell, not waiting for an answer before I slam the phone down and pick it back up, punching a number in. The other end picks up after one ring.

"Hagler, What's the situation?" Comes the reply.

"Male Tiger Heart, Mid 20s, OR1 ZGH ASAP!" I yell, not taking any fucking risks this time. On the other end of the line I hear a quick 'yep' before the reciever is dropped and I can hear someone running, followed by a door opening and closing.

I get to my feet quickly, running out of my office and sliding to a stop at the reception desk.

"Heart Transplant OR1, prep emergency surgery." I instruct Alice, who quickly picks up the phone, as I rush over to the ER to get it prepped there.

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"He's alive?" I hear from the drivers seat for about the one hundredth time so far. I grip the 'oh shit' handle so hard I swear I'm going to rip it out of the ceiling as Jessica drifts my Challenger around a corner, going well over the legal limit. As soon as Shawn gave me word Jared was found alive, I had immediately gone to Jessica's to get her, knowing it probably wouldn't be a good idea if she was alone, and Sydney, while her best friend, was occupied at the Precinct.

As soon as I told her, she had rushed outside, demanding to drive, and seeing as I was not suicidal, I had promptly given her the keys. In the rear view mirror I see the lights of a cruiser, but instead of pulling us over, it just passes us, taking position infront of us as we speed along.

I grin, knowing a saw a certain dingo in the drivers seat as it passed us, being encouraged by a certain red deer in the passenger seat. I return to my state of panic and terror as I feel us going sideways around another counter. I'll admit I had done this in this vehicle before, but not at night, not while it's raining, and certainly not with traffic around.

By the time we pulled in to the ER, I had to roll out of the passenger seat because my legs had given out, I welcomed being dragged to my feet by two certain officers.

"How'd you know it was us?" I ask, taking a few deep breaths as I see Jessica talk to the receptionist.

"I only know one person with a black 1970 Challenger with those red highlights." Sydney says, indicating to my vehicle.

I feel a buzz in my pocket, to which I procure my phone, trying the fingerprint unlock, to no avail, so I switch fingers to my backup, clean it and then try again. Print ID locked please use password. I sigh, imputing my password and opening the text app.

Dr. Seaaaan: I'd get Jessica sitting down if I were you

I look up, showing the text to the other two, who look confused more then worried.

"It's my contact name for Shawn, let's go do some comforting shall we?" I say, wandering into the ER, the two of them sitting next to Jessica while I wander deeper into the ER, being waived through a door with an electric lock by Alice, Shawn's receptionist.

I find Shawn leaning against a wall, eyes closed, muttering something under his breath.

"Shawn?" I ask, trying to sound hopeful, dropping the act when I approach. "How bad?"

"We successfully transplanted the heart." He says with a thousand yard stare at the opposite wall, I let him continue. "He's cerebrum dead."

"Fuck." I fall back against the wall, slowly sliding down it until I am seated on the floor. "I need more answers."

"Shoot." He says, sliding down next to me.

"Before he came to Zootopia, what drugs did Ximetz use?" I ask, knowing I probably will get a generic answer.

"Cocaine, LSD, Magic Mushrooms, once he mixed weed, heroin, crack, shrooms, morphine, and OxyContin together." Shawn replies, taking a pill bottle out of his pocket and taking two pills. "Citalopram?"

I take the bottle and check the dosage before downing three pills.

"Let's go have a nice conversation with Jessica." I force myself to my feet, dragging Shawn up with me. We slowly wander down the hall, stopping short of the doors to the waiting room.

"Hey Cameron?" Shawn asks. "Please slap me across the face as hard as possible, I need the adrenaline."

I turn him so that he's the right angle before slapping him so hard I have to catch him from falling over. After a few seconds he thanks me and then nods to Alice.

We walk into the ER, where apart from Jessica, Sydney, and Logan, I can see Bogo in the far corner of the room. I grab Logan by the arm, leaving Sydney with Jessica and we head over to Bogo.

"White, How is my officer doing?" Bogo ask, watching Jessica in the background.

"She's hopeful, although she isn't getting her hopes too high." He replies, a hopeful smile on his face.

"Robertson, what did the surgeon say?" Bogo turns the topic to me.

"Transplant was a success but Jared's cerebral dead." I state bluntly."

"I am not a doctor Robertson." Bogo points out.

"Body is functioning properly, but for all intensive purposes he's dead. Kaput. Gone to see his maker. Past his prime. Departed. Deceased. Floating down the river. Got up and l-" I ramble off.

"Thank you Robertson. You may head home, White, you and Manning can take Fowler home in your cruiser. Oh and Robertson." Bogo says.

"Yes sir?" I inquire.

"All the jam cams somehow failed for the last hour, we have zero evidence of speeding, reckless driving, or red light running." He states with a smirk.

I simply shrug and sigh, before heading back out to my car, knowing that now two people in this city are out for Ximetz's blood. And I'm not far behind them.