Dead Man Walking- A Zootopia Fanfiction Series

Part 7: Blood is Thicker than Water

Pat's P.O.V

I looked around for a minute before I turned to Judy and said "Can you get my phone please love?" Turning back into the bedroom, she walked around the bed to the bedside table and moved to pick up my phone. As she reached out and snagged it off the surface, it started ringing and viabrating in her hand. As I had disposed of my smart phone after my first 'operation' I had since dropped into town and brought a classic-style flip phone. Despite my urgent motioning to hand the phone to me, she flipped up the screen and pressed the green answer button. Despite being across the room, I could still hear her saying "Hello?" and an electronic-sounding voice say something that I couldn't quite make out on the other end of the line. Taking the phone away from her ear, she handed the phone over. Covering the microphone with my free hand, I leaned in close to her ear and asked in a low voice, "Who's talking?" to which she responded, "I don't know. It showed up as an unknown number on the display. And the voice sounded altered."

Taking my hand away from the mic, I held the phone up to my ear. "Yeah?" "If you want to get Officer Nick Wilde back in one piece, you are going to go to the address that is going to be texted to your phone and assassinate whoever is there. May the Father of Understanding guide you." Just then, a regular sounding voice came over the line. "Remember who your working to save."

*Click!*

"Sweetheart, pack your things, you're going into protection." I said, grabbing my Python off the table and shoving it into my holster. "What are you talking about? I'm staying right here." Judy said, stamping her foot on the ground, emphasizing her point. Sighing deeply while dragging a hand across my face to wake me up, I took her by the hand and ushered her into the bedroom, leaving my phone in the kitchen, in case it had been bugged. "Listen baby." I said, clenching her hand tighter, to try and convey the importance of what I was telling her. "These men, on the phone. They're my sworn enemy, and I don't want them to hurt you. Shit, they could be on their way here now, so we need to hustle." Getting dressed in record time while I packed her shit, I realized that I'd given Nick the keys to my Camry, so I grabbed the keys to my new Jet-Black HSV GTS. Making sure to lock the apartment door, we stepped into the red and black trimmed racing seats, as I fired up the 6.2 litre supercharged V8 powerplant.

Averaging 58 kph in the city and 86 out of it, we practically flew to the agreed upon meeting point.

Pulling up outside a semi-abandoned derelict petrol station, there was only 2 other cars in the carpark. Keeping the ignition on, I told Judy "Stay in the car." before stepping out, with my twin 1911's at the ready. Keeping one on each of the driver-side doors as they opened, I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding when my friends stepped out, as opposed to men in black. "She needs to be kept occupied any way you can think of. She can't know who I'm really killing... "

Leaving Judy in Riley's capable hands, I jumped back in the car and took off, mind filled with doubts about my assassination target.