Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Zootopia or any respective characters. I'm not brave enough to challenge the mouse so it'll probably stay that way. All OCs, however, are mine. Rated M for violence, language, sex, drugs and suicide.
Chapter Twelve: Shootout
Location Unknown
"This has gone on long enough, Officer Wilde," said Spotzen as Dylan let up on the beatings, "your girlfriend's been having a hot time with Dr. Pain. Soft bunnies like her never last long with him." "Kiss my ass," barked Nick. Nick had been severely beaten for the past fifteen minutes, and now had little more than some folded up toilet paper and a couple pieces of scotch tape to stop the bleeding after Dylan stuck his claw in his face. If he survived this ordeal, it was probably going to leave a nasty scar. Guess I can tell Judy that we're even now in the battle scars department, thought Nick as he couldn't help but smile at the slightly hilarious thought of him and Judy comparing scars.
"Eric," said Spotzen to the tiger, "kill this bastard for me." Eric the tiger smiled as he drew his 1911 pistol and aimed it at Nick. "Nothing personal," said Eric as he flicked off the safety. "I'd be willing to bet it's you that leaves this place in a body bag," taunted Nick, having a feeling that Judy wasn't quite dead yet.
Slam!
The door to the room swung open, revealing Judy carrying two pistols in her paws with three larger guns swung over her shoulders. Judy aimed the pistols at the tiger who was about to execute Nick and opened fire.
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
The tiger collapsed dead before he had any time to react. Then Judy shot the leopard carrying the MP5 as well as the bull as he was reaching for a pistol. Spotzen, Dylan and the coyote managed to slip away while Judy rushed to untie Nick.
"I had the situation under control," teased Nick as Judy cut the chain on the paw-cuffs with a butcher's knife. "That's not what 'under control' looks like to me," replied Judy. "Who's Dr. Hurt anyways," asked Nick as he got up. "He's dead now," said Judy as she handed Nick his pistol, the shotgun and the MP5K, "and if we hurry, we can still catch Spotzen and Dylan." "Oh I really hope we catch that slimy son of a bitch that stuffed you into a bag," said Nick, "I really hate those types of assholes." "Let's make sure to get Spotzen though," said Judy as they left the room for the corridors of some back storage area, "for Mack's sake. And I have a promise to fulfill anyways." "He should have done it himself," said Nick, "Danny seriously deserves an apology for all that bullshit."
Blam! Blam! Blam!
The coyote from earlier had gotten up on the catwalk above them and began firing his beretta at Nick and Judy, intending to ambush them. Nick turned around and fired the shotgun.
Choom!
The coyote screamed as he fell forward off the catwalk and landed on the floor. "I think you got him," said Judy as she looked at the dead coyote that landed in front of them. "It ain't Dylan though," said Nick as he continued to move through the hallway until he reached a maintenance access door. Once he heard the heavy metal music blasting on the other end, he knew exactly where they were.
Rainforest District
They were at a notorious predator oriented strip joint known as Club Savage. Nick could tell based on the flashing colored lights and really loud recording of Goatley Crue's "Girls Girls Girls" blasting throughout the building, as well as seeing some of the dancers, almost completely nude big cats, dancing in cages.
"I know this place," whispered Nick, "we're in the Rainforest District. Club Savage." "How do you know about this place," asked Judy. "I came here a few times when I was younger," replied Nick, "but you need to keep quiet so we can get out of here."
As they snuck past the bar, they noticed Logan standing in front of it, casually watching the stage, until his nose picked up a certain combination of fox and rabbit. Just as Logan drew his pistol, Nick double tapped him in the head. "That's how it's done, carrots," said Nick as they walked past the dead wolf. They then tried to sneak through the crowd on the main floor, only for the sound of the music being interrupted by a burst of gunfire.
Blam! Blam!
A caribou in a white suit fired his pistol into the air, forcing the crowd to either duck or flee, leaving Nick and Judy perfectly exposed. "Not today," muttered Judy as she fired on the caribou.
Thakathakathakathakathak!
A bobcat burst out from behind the stage with an Uzi, intent on killing the two cops before they escaped.
Blam! Blam!
Nick quickly cut down the bobcat, sending him falling off the stage and randomly spraying bullets as he collapsed.
Brakabrakabrak!
They then heard the burst of an MP5 over the screaming crowd, and Nick and Judy turned to see Dylan pointing his weapon in their general direction while standing in front of the main exit. "You get Spotzen," said Judy, "I'll go after Dylan!"
Judy ran into the night after the cougar, into the streets of the Rainforest District, switching to the machine pistol as she anticipated Dylan resorting to carjacking in order to escape. As she ran through the rain and crowd of onlookers, the near nude gun toting bunny kept shouting to the crowd, "ZPD! Get out of the way!"
She then leapt out onto the street and saw Dylan get beside a red sedan, displaying his weapon to the driver. "Stop," she barked, "you aren't getting away from me!"
Thakathakathak!
Judy let out a burst just over Dylan's head, hoping to deter him. Dylan ignored her as he threw out the driver, a very frightened she-wolf, and sped off in the car. Oh no you don't, thought Judy as she ran after the suspect on foot, her naturally gifted speed giving her a shocking advantage. She kept running after the car, not at all intent on losing the suspect, with plenty of pedestrians on the sidewalks watching her in amazement. She paid absolutely no attention to them as she continued her pursuit.
Her ears soon told her that there were now a good number of cops in the area, as police sirens rang out through the trees and the streets. "ZPD," barked someone from behind her, "drop the weapons!" "I'm Officer Hopps," she shouted back, not intent on ending her pursuit.
Judy then saw Dylan pull a sharp turn into an alley, which she followed and jumped onto an adjacent fire escape. Judy used her acrobatic abilities to keep going up, eventually leaping rooftop to rooftop, even managing to leap all the way across a somewhat narrow street and landing on the rooftop across almost perfectly. She then turned around and fired on the car.
Thakathakathakathakathakathak!
Dylan careened and crashed, sending the now flaming car into a storefront. Seemingly unfazed as he rapidly exited, he went after another car.
Judy leapt down, systematically grabbing onto the fire escaping and letting go to control her descent, then ran after Dylan as he jacked a blue SUV, leaving an angry beaver spewing profanities on the street. Judy kept running, only to slip on a puddle and fall onto her face. She was then pulled up by Officer Fangmeyer.
"Judy, Judy," said Liz, as she helped her up, "are you okay?" Judy watched as her suspect drove off, this time out of her reach. "No," said Judy, "the scumbag that scratched up Nick got away." "I'm so sorry about what happened today," said Liz as she attempted to comfort her, "I heard about Mack. Danny's gonna have it rough."
Then she realized she smelled something weird. "Uh, Judy," asked Liz. "What," asked Judy. "Why do you smell like Nick?"
While Judy ran off after Dylan, Nick had to make his way through a crowd on the sidewalk to get to the loading dock driveway, where presumably, Colonel Spotzen was planning to escape from. "Everyone calm down," said Nick over the crowd, "I'm a police officer." Then he heard the sirens as two cop cars pulled up in front of the club, only to notice Chief Bogo himself standing amongst them.
"What the hell's going on Wilde," asked Bogo, "we've been worried sick about you?" "Sorry Chief," said Nick, "but I couldn't let them kill Judy." "I know," said Bogo, "you scent marked her." Nick kept moving, which Bogo did not appreciate. "Wilde," barked Bogo, "Wilde! Listen to me when I'm talking to you." "They killed Mack," said Nick, "and I can still stop Spotzen." "What?" Nick paid the Chief no mind as he made his way to the driveway, only to see a set of headlights, the Challenger from earlier that day.
Inside the car, Spotzen rode shotgun to his white horse driver, looking into his duffle bag. He examined his MP5 machine gun, a few kilos of heroin, a pistol, four frag grenades, and about a hundred thousand dollars in cash. "Let's get the fuck outa here," said Spotez to the driver, who then started the car as the garage door opened. Then he saw Nick aiming a submachine gun in his direction. "Kill that cop motherfucker for me," said Spotzen to the driver. "Yes sir," said the driver as he stepped on the gas.
"No way you live," said Nick as he aimed the MP5K, "no way."
Brakabrakabrakabrakabrakabrak!
Nick shot up the car as it sped in his direction, then just barely jumped out of the way. Seeing as it kept going almost on its own, Nick assumed that he shot the driver. Then he watched as a garbage truck t-boned the car, flipping it upside down, and causing the engine to catch fire. Nick smirked as thought about what was about to happen.
Inside the car, Spotzen was struggling to get free from the flaming wreckage, remembering that both hand grenades and heroin did not react well to fire. He grunted as he desperately tried to weasel his way out, only to watch the flames get closer to his duffle bag.
Boom!
The car exploded in the middle of the street, catching the attention of every mammal in the vicinity. "Cooked just the way I like it," muttered Nick to himself.
Author's Note: I hoped you liked this chapter, because we are getting close to the end of the story. I hope you also look forward to the sequel, which I plan on having a similar plot to Lethal Weapon 2. Until then, happy reading!
