Dead Man Walking- A ZooTopia FanFiction series
Part 5: Demonstrative Skill-Set
Before he went out to look for a set of affordable wheels, Patrick made sure both Nick and Judy were well armed. Handing Judy his Glock, he took Nick to the side. "Make sure you defend her with your life." Pat said, handing him the Sig Sauer. "Hopefully it won't come to that." Nick said, accepting the Magnum and tucking it into the back of his pants. "Alright. I'm out of here." Pat said, kissing Judy's head as he stepped out and pulled the door shut behind him.
50 minutes later...
Stopping by one of his team hidden weapon caches, he retrieved a Python revolver and a Glock 39 as well as some .357 and .45 caliber ammunition. Climbing back into his new-used 1997 Toyota Camry he pulled away, heading out of Tundratown, back towards Judy's apartment in Downtown.
20 minutes later...
Deciding against buying take-away, Pat thought they could all go out for tea. Pulling into a park, he locked the car as he climbed the stairs leading to Judy's apartment. Stopping outside the door, he was caught off-guard when the door opened without him touching the handle, yet was less suprised when the muzzle of a silenced Uzi was shoved in his face. Looking past the machine pistol to the Arctic Wolf wielding it, his gaze travelled around the room finding 4 other wolfs, 1 holding another Uzi, 2 holding Glock 22's and 1, presumably the leader, totting a Tokarev, which was aimed towards the floor directly between Nick and Judy who were trussed up on the ground before him. Gesturing to the abundance of weaponry before him, Patrick asked: "Are all those really necessary?" Directing the question at the lead wolf, Patrick spoke deeply to cover the sound of him turning the safety on his M11's off. "Yes it is." The leader said, speaking in Russian accented English. "They make sure you no make funny move." "No funny moves?" "Yes. Our problem not with you." The wolf snuffled, his half-lidded eyes and sneering expression beginning to piss Patrick off. "Well now, I think your problem is with me. See, you walk into my house, threaten my friends. Well... You're on my turf now." Pat said, an evil grin crossing his face as he pulled out both 1911's and shot the thugs through the head. As the wolves dropped, Patrick ran up and sucker-punched the leader in the muzzle. Grabbing for his Tokarev, he pulled the trigger and the round caught Patrick in the arm. Cursing horribly, he floored the leader with a choke hold around his throat, pinning him. Rolling him onto his stomach, Pat yanked the wolf's right arm up behind his neck and twisted it until he yelped in pain. Releasing his arm, Pat scrambled to his feet and pulled his T-shirt over his head to assess the damage done to his arm. Seeing a sizable chunk out of his arm, he closed his eyes as rage briefly overtook him, before inhaling and exhaling deeply as he calmed down and opened his eyes and cut Judy free. While Judy set to work freeing Nick, he glanced away slightly to see the wolf dragging himself away by his arms. Laughing to himself, Pat walked up to him muttering "Where are you going?" As he pulled out his Python and covered the barrel with his shirt, pulling the trigger.