A/N:The song for this one is Glitter Freeze by Gorillaz.

In case anyone is wondering, the updates, since the chapters are so short, are going to be daily for some time.
I will see where this one gets me, but if this transcends into something bigger, I will put it on hiatus until I finish my main story.

Back to your suffering stations!

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Judy found herself in a situation, that never would have happened in her wildest nightmares. She knew she wasn't really popular with the locals after enforcing rules and laws that were written to be upheld by everyone, and not as a voluntary list of things one might or might not take into consideration when living. This was not a Bible, this was Law. And if she could forgive others for their own choice in not following the former's principles, she would not forgive those who disobeyed the later.

Still, the doe wasn't prepared to one day, after once again falling asleep at the office desk, overworked and tired, find herself at a receiving end of an armed assault. She was grateful for her tendency to work with lights off (this saved taxpayers' money after all), since she woken up by the loud sounds of someone crashing a trash bin and swearing. At first she thought that someone from her family decided to pay her a visit (her mom and dad visited regularly after all), but the voices were not ones she would associate with anyone from her family. For bunnies, hearing was their main instrument of interaction with the environment, as such, voices of the immediate family and friends were ingrained in their minds as sure as ink on paper. Besides, what she heard after that didn't leave any room for doubts about the intruders intentions. Usually the words like "kill that fugly wench", accompanied by a sound of charging coils were not meant as a greeting.

Upon realizing her situation, Judy quickly drew her personal diskthrower out of its holster and aimed it at the ladder leading to the second floor. The building had two stories, with the first one used as a public reception area, and the second being the sheriff's office along with two cells for detainees. It was squarish and rather small, maybe just seven meters each side and four meters tall, supposedly enough for the peaceful and quiet rural town populated by bunnies. Bunnies armed with lethal weaponry that could waste a full grown rhino in just a single volley of concentrated fire. The one who was relying on stereotypes when deciding what the size of local law enforcement force was supposed to be, should be present here and right now, Judy thought. Maybe then they would stop being total idiots and cretins.

Bunnies were not just your cute little fluff balls. They were extremely dangerous given means and proper predisposition towards violence. Granted, most bunnies were peaceful folk, but even among them there were deviants. Judy was one of them. She had an extremely high adrenaline tolerance and pain threshold, as well as much lower self awareness than was usual for most mammals. This made her a good officer, but were she mislead, this could also make her an excellent lawbreaker. And just from the statistics alone, she was not the only one among her kind.

Judy knew she was restricted in how she could react. As an officer she had to announce her presence to the criminals, which would significantly lower her chances at surviving the encounter. She had a position advantage, but a limited amount of ammunition and the fastest any help could arrive was around half an hour. The guy who was supposed to come for an interview today didn't show up at all, she was all alone against at least five of other bunnies with unknown armaments. She could easily take down one or two if she remained hidden, but then the others would kill her, claim self defence and get away unscathed, leaving the press and others with "evidence" that bunnies should not be cops. This was so frustrating, that it made Judy clench her teeth.

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Nick was not amused by the building. Two stories, barely 50 square meters of area, made of concrete blocks covered with wooden siding The entrance had the same strange bunny head design like the one he saw at the station and nearly the same garish pink theme in painting. If this were to be the place of his work for the nearest three months, the paycheck better be worth it. On the other hand, the tod was broke, his phone's battery long dead, and he missed the appointed time by six hours, so he was probably not being hired anyway. And the lights in the building were off, apart from a dim illumination on the second floor, possibly from some night illumination for the cells, or the forgotten table lamp. It took him just half an hour to traverse the twelve kilometers that separated the station and the police HQ at a light sprint, but apparently, there was no point in it.