Chapter Five- Separate Plans
Bogo's point of view- two days later, August 7th- 7:00 AM
Zootropolis Botanical Medical Center
"Just take it easy sir, you're still only beginning to recover" one of the nurses reminded me as I ate. I've dealt with injuries in the field before ma'am "it's Charlotte, just tell one of the nurses if there's something wrong" the antelope said before pushing a cart along the sidewalk of the courtyard.
I put my food down when I saw what part of me was expecting to see at any time, Manson walking down the sidewalk with an expression I can't really make out, I raised my hand and waved when he got close enough and I could see him lightly nod when he spotted me. He sat down across from me and gave me a silent look "how are they treating you?" Fine, I finally got to see my wife yesterday and that's a plus, the bear laughed "I'm surprised you're still alive, what'd she yell at you?" . . . No . . . She was surprisingly understandable, he nodded slowly "weird" what's even weirder is that she understood why I wanted you back in the loop "never told you to tell her that" and I thought I should tell her, I said clearing my throat and leaning forward.
Status? "Nothing to say Bogo, McHorn knows but that's about it. What about your partners? "Told em to get a real gun" so . . . ? "I'm working on it alright?" He quipped as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigar and his lighter, that reminds me. When are you going to return my lighter Manson? He looked up at me as he had the lighter to his mouth and spoke when he put it down "been ten years and you're still petty over a lighter? May I remind you how many beers you owe me" he said in amusement as the cigar fell limp in his mouth.
Why'd you come here Manson? I asked before took a forkful of salad, he reached into the bag beside him "you do realize that your accent always gives you a sense of urgency, right?" Get to the point Manson, he took out four folders "while your mammals were scrambling for a reaction, I got ourselves a crew" stop right there, I told you that you shouldn't let any agency have a major role or interfere in this case, this is the ZPD's jurisdiction and nobody else's "they aren't agents Bogo" who are they then? He opened one of the folders "some old comrades" I looked at the sheep in the picture and recognized him immediately as Michael Belic, the CEO of one of the top fish companies in the world, isn't that . . . ? "Michael Bellic, ex CIA operative and one of the best undercover agents I've ever met. He's more than a businessman Bogo" when? He shrugged "it was ages ago" give me a date, I said in all seriousness "eh mid 70's, we ran a lot of undercover ops together, that's all I'm going to say" who else?
He opened another folder "John Wilkes, his real name is Nikolai Trotski, a KGB defector and ex Spetsnaz who ran some of the most secretive Soviet ops in the 80's" what does he do? I asked only to get a laugh in response "anything you tell him to do, communications, assassinations, everything like that" I looked at two photos, both of the white fox in two uniforms, is there more? "Lots more" he said as smoke bellowed out of his muzzle "hey! You cannot smoke here!" The Hispanic accent of one of the nurses yelled "hm?" The cigar that was already just about done was smacked out of his mouth and stepped on by the nurse and Manson's eyes narrowed in what I was guessing was anger "hey lady! I was about to finish that!" "At your age you shouldn't even be smoking" the doctor said back before picking the extinguished cylinder and throwing it in the bin "tch, that's another reason for living in Mexico" they let you endanger both yourself and everyone in a public place? I asked, highlighting the reasons that it's illegal "yes! Is there a problem with that?" I'm not even going to try to explain it to you, I said grinning "now as I was about to do" he said as he opened another folder.
"Charlie Redbone, SAS, sniper, demolitions expert, code named Black Mamba, he's more recent for you, he served in Afghanistan as an informant for the CIA and negotiator between us and the Israelis, because of that he has ties with masood and has been in operations to bust weapons dealers since 02" how do you know him? I asked gesturing to the wolf in the picture "met him in Europe and helped him out a bit"
Is that it? I asked looking at the wolf "Eh one, two more" he said taking out the second to last one and opening it "I'll make this one quick, Natasha Demitris, ex KGB assassin, we called her the black widow, when the Soviet Union fell she wanted to keep the job so that's when I met her, she's like you in a lot of ways in the sense that she likes seeing bad men in jail" he closed the folder and took out one last one "now this" he said tapping it "is need to know, but it's the most important out of all of these and unlike the others nothings blacked out, I'll leave this for you so you can look at it on your own time" he said getting up and beginning to leave, hey! What are you doing with these mammals? "Find out for yourself Bogo, I've gotta go" I watched him walk through the doors and then I looked at the folder, opening it out of curiosity.
Central Intelligence Agency
Full Name— Frederick Jonas Manson
Alias— John Price
Age— 62
DOB— September 15th/1954
Gender— Male
Species— Grizzly Bear
Branch— CIA, SAS
Blood type— O-
Nationality— Zootopia
First language- English
Status— On duty
Hometown— Stillwater Zootopia
Specialty— undercover operative, assassin, anti terror and special forces
Code name— Bravo 0-6
Rank— Captain
Clearance— Top Secret
CO's- The President of Zootopia and the director of the CIA
I didn't even get to read any of the remotely important stuff before I dropped the folder on the ground, letting some documents loose, I swiftly picked them up and after putting them back I got up to throw away my lunch, now knowing what type of things he was planning to do with this case.
