Chapter Seven- Something Big is Coming

Second person pov start

"Frederick" a voice spoke from the radio, "Laswell" the other responded deeply "what's this about?" The woman asked as she stood in front of a large monitor, "surely CIA and spec ops know what's going on right now" she remained silent for a moment, putting two and two together "nobody told me you were assigned to this mission Frederick" the voice on the other end chuckled "not . . . Just helping a friend, and I've got a hunch" the woman looked at the other mammals in the room, all working on computers "what've you got?" "These terrorists are planning something big, larger than the attack at Palm Springs" the woman nodded "we know that . . . The chief of police is alive?" The voice laughed again "wouldn't be here if he wasn't Laswell, he's stable and alive"

Lindsay Laswell had been working paw and paw with the voice on the other end of the line for years, and this was very casual talk for the current situation the agency was in. Unbeknownst to the police, the situation had escalated tremendously, the CIA have known some kind of supremacist group was planning something but despite that intel, after the savage attacks at Palm Springs and with no leads or names, the joint investigation hit a massive wall.

"Tell me you've got something" "I do . . . Met up with a few old comrades and managed to get the ZPD a team, we're currently looking for answers" the gazelle stepped away from the monitor with the phone in her hand "look, don't make this ugly Frederick, we don't want this to be an international incident" she could hear him blow smoke from his mouth "I thought it already was" "not yet, and if it does then it'll be a big problem"

Frederick Manson was currently outside of the police station with a cigar in between his fingers "you don't think I know that?" The woman on the other end took a second "just don't turn the capital into a war zone captain" instead of commenting the grizzly got right to the point "I have a name for you, Damien Hornby" "how'd you get it?" He chuckled "a lot of mammals owe me a favor, I'll let you know when I find some more info" "we'll look into him, whatever their planning we have to be prepared" he took another dab of his cigar and puffed it "keep me in the loop, Bravo 0-6 out" he spoke closing his cell phone and standing up.

Manson had been assigned to many joint operations before, especially with the British SAS, but this was something he knew he'd walked blind into. Coming out of retirement wasn't a tough decision for the grizzly, being 62 years old he figured it was time to hang the gloves up but after a few years living on the coast of Mexico he eventually began to get tired of going to the same cantina every day, and when Chief Bogo called offering him to return to the force, he took the opportunity without question.

As he walked through the police station and into Chief Bogo's office, he was contemplating on contacting even more of his comrades other than Lindsay Laswell, another task force as he'd call it, this was in his opinion a high priority assignment, his own country being threatened.

He slowly walked over to the empty chair and sat down in it, linking his fingers together. He looked at the contents on the top of the desk, regular office tools, pencils, staplers and files strewn across it but something caught his eyes. A picture of Chief Bogo, him and his anti terror task force in the years after Desert Storm, he picked it up with one hand and held it steady in front of his eyes.

Chief Adrian Bogo was a big figure in Zootopia's police force and even if he wasn't a politician, he was a very important person in the country, a predator rights activist and the list goes on. Originally a member of the SAS, he did operations with Manson in Saudi Arabia and anti terror operations in many other countries, over the years after first meeting him, Manson himself began to almost take him under his wing until he took the job as a police officer and the rest is very well known.

Manson figured that with Bogo presumed dead, there would be a big opening for whatever terrorist group it is to make another attack, without any experience even close to the level of Chief Bogo's, a terror threat was critical and imminent.

However for Manson there was another problem, he only followed what could barely be called "rules of engagement" he's much more effective when allowed to kill and shoot first, the rules of engagement the police follow are in his opinion, incredibly stupid.

As he looked at the picture he grinned and leaned back in the chair, placing the picture down in front of him and reaching in his pocket to pull out a cigar and lighter. Soon the only light in the room was the cigar in between his fingers, he sighed as he thought.

Bogo's condition was critical but nothing Manson knew he couldn't handle, however he still saw him as a sort of recruit he'd taken under his wing years ago, one of the best mammals he's worked with in a long time and he was sure of that. With him out of the game it made Manson worry, what if these terrorists somehow knew Bogo was alive? The thought worried him and he couldn't deny it. Adrian was more than an old comrade or brother in arms, he was one of his best friends, and having him be targeted like this angered him to his core, he wouldn't let this go unanswered for the life of him.

He himself figured that if things got ugly he could rely on both his team and SAS task force back in England to assist, even then he knew that Lindsay Laswell would send at least someone to keep him in check, it wasn't very surprising to him though. In his opinion this mission did need someone to make sure he wasn't crossing any international lines, but for some reason he had a feeling that he was going to no matter what.

He crushed his cigar in his fingers and got up, he felt as if he needed to talk to his partner and explain what's coming, not that he knew what it was.

Second Person End

Zootropolis Botanical Medical Center

10:00 PM

August 9th 2019

Bogo's point of view

I looked out the window of the hospital room, it was raining hard out there and quite frankly I'm glad I'm inside, even if I'm all fucked up, but I started to hear slow footsteps approaching the door, I grabbed my pistol and turned around just at the right moment to see a single lit cigar in the doorway. Jesus Christ Manson you almost gave me a heart attack, I lowered my gun but had no response, he took the cigar out of his mouth and sat down on one of the seats beside the medical bed "up late for a guy who's entire back is messed up" I walked over and joined him, it's more than just my back Manson.

His face went from his usual gritty look to one completely different, I could see the worry in his eyes, what happened? He breathed deeply and held the cigar over his knee "look Adrian . . . We've been buddies ever since our first missions in the Middle East . . ." What's this about? I asked sitting down "I . . . These terrorists are planning something, they may have eyes and ears in this building and you know people like me take extra precautions" stop right there, if you think I'm gonna run from these bastards then think again Manson, I am not going to be escorted to some government safe house just because of a damn bomb! "That's not what this is about Adrian" then what then?

The question made him stand up "these terrorists are planning something big, and I need you to be back in the field and to expect some fucked up shit to happen . . . Anything to happen" Manson I can't . . . "Sure you can, I've been shot, blown up and stabbed so many times I bet you can't count and I never stopped fighting did I?" That's different! "And this is a matter of national security, we need to be prepared for whatever these SOB's throw at us next" this isn't a damn warzone Manson but . . . I know where you're coming from, what's the hunch? I said watching him grab another cigar "its better if we discuss in your office, so Bogo, your with me" I stood up and grabbed some civilian clothes, on your six.