Chapter Three- Declassified

Mchorn's point of view

"Sir, Officer Michael just arrived" good, me and that rookie are gonna have a chat about coming to work every day, especially in a case like this, I said walking to the entrance and seeing the bear in uniform, private! What sorry excuse do you have for being two hours late? "I was giving Bogo a status report" I sent Hopps and Wilde to do that! "Didn't tell me," he said, raising his arms in defense.

I told everyone that! "Whatever" he said before walking away, hey! I asked you a question private! "At ease alright? I need to talk to you in private" I'll have you fired for this, he laughed "I'd like to see you try" he said as he walked right past me and into Bogo's office and I followed him. Why do you have the audacity to . . . I paused as I saw the private in the chair in front of his desk, smoking a cigar, it went limp in his mouth "do you really wanna know why Bogo trusts me so fucking much Mchorn?" That's not what I'm asking . . . "But it's what you're thinking . . . Isn't it?" I looked at him, speak.

He blew smoke out of his nose and took the cigar out of his mouth "me and Bogo go way back, before he was even an officer" how'd a disrespectful mammal like you become friends with Bogo? I asked in suspicion "ya see that's where it gets messy" why? "I can't tell you what we did, it's classified" if you know him so well you know that he wouldn't leave me out of the loop on whatever you did "hey!" . . . "I'm getting there, that being said, if you really really wanna know how I know him so well, you're gonna have to promise that you'll cooperate with me on this" . . . Why? "Do I look like the kinda guy who'd lie on his first day?" Yes. "Just trust me, do you want to know?" Fine whatever, you have my full cooperation, he got up "alright" so? "Desert storm, 91, me, him and a few other guys were spec ops" Bogo was in a special operations team? "We both were, we did some very . . . Well bad things in the dark, killed a few terrorists in Saudi Arabia who were mostly al-Qaeda insurgents and leaders. Everyone left to return after a year" what'd you do with him then? He laughed and put up his finger "I didn't get that chance, I was too busy being tortured for intelligence by those bastards for three years, until they saved me" . . . "Don't comment on it" but Bogo's never spoke of you at all, he sighed "cause my name isn't Michael Writeman" what is it then? I said suspiciously, he grabbed a picture off his desk " . . . Frederick Manson" but he's . . . "The report said it was an alleged suicide McHorn, I'm not the type of guy who'd just off himself for no reason, it was faked" so . . . "The rest is need to know, the important thing is that I'm thinking of getting my old uniform, wherever the hell it is and that I'm in the force again" I . . . Don't know what to tell you "just promise we'll share jurisdiction on this case" sure definitely, your like an urban legend here, he crushed the cigar between his fingers "is that a fact" he said walking out the door, what am I supposed to do?! "You tell them, I'm going somewhere," he said, grabbing a coat and walking out of the station.