Chapter Summary
This was to fill a prompt, more later. It is a riff of a Korean movie, wonder if anyone knows?
Chapter Notes
Warning: Written quickly, not beta'ed, and edits are not in depth. Will continue to edit and refine if I spot problems.
The Meadowlands District was by far the closest to spread out and big open spaces one could get in the confines of Zootopia proper, an small enough town charm. It was like someone had scooped out a section of the rolling hills and locks and great plains and just laid them down here. It was no proper small town, out in the sticks that were day long drives away. Where you really got to see such things, where your nearest neighbors were hours away instead of merely twenty minutes. The biomes of Zootopia were truly a masterpiece of animal ingenuity. A soft roiling drizzle with a good chance of thunder coming around(and .05% tornado warning) was making the scene just picturesque.
Of course that didn't help ZPD Meadowlands District detective Ronald Redrock, a ten year veteran of Robbery Homicide who was "optimistically" on a stakeout. Ronald was a short chubby coyote, who really should have been working a more arid district, that had the bad luck("great privileged") of being assigned to the position of UC asset. Which was why he was sitting on his ass, dressed in his best Old Animal clothes, pretending to be some lonely sad sack sitting alone in a bank lobby. Not like he was the only one, there was this ancient looking lion just shivering alone drinking some of that complimentary coffee...Sure, he definitely wasn't alone, Heller from Tactical was pulling UC duty as well, waiting in line, pretending to be a customer getting a bank loan.
This was such a bad idea. They should have just taken over the bank, replaced everyone, but because Intel said "A Bank in the Meadowlands" was going to get hit, the higher ups couldn't cover all the bases like that. There were like 50 banks, and all of them had UCs in them...and a patrol car nearby. Sure, no one was expecting heavy shit, not like anyone was crazy enough to do that, but come on. This shit was nuts. Two UCs and maybe a patrol car?
Seriously, what the fuck...eh, not like he had to worry...chances were it would be enough. Most Robbers thought a Nine and some bullets were enough.
The door opened as some more customers streamed in, all of them wet in one way or another. The usual gaggle that came in during the late afternoon. All normal looking enough. Ron had a rhino wearing some standard browns from PedEx, driver on break? A fox wearing nurse's scrubs carrying a backpack, probably off a shift from Meadowlands General up the road, Ron could smell week old laundry just wafting out from that backpack. A couple of cake ladies with what looks like a strongbox from a bake sale, was the time to get those camp trips funded for those local ranger cubs. And a bundled up rabbit also with a backpack, wearing one of those face masks animals with colds wore sometimes...and big sunglasses...hmm...
Ron cocked a eyebrow at the rabbit, who's long grey ears were folded back under a yellow rain hat. Dressed in a matching yellow rainslicker and yellow boots too. The rabbit walked up to the low counter for shorter animals, a deposit book in paw. The teller, a fellow rabbit, looked up from where he was sitting. The Yellow Rainslicker opened up the book and held it up, and started turning pa-okay, that was the robber.
Ron sighed, how obvious could you be? Rabbits were not too fighty, they tended to run. All he would have to do was amble up and show no fear, and chances were the rabbit would fold. He silently got to his paws and easily slid up. Of course Rainslicker didn't notice, given he seemed to get a little frustrated. Turning the pages more and more.
"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?" Ron asked simply, smiling as he leaned onto the counter. It was a little short, but he made do. Full of swagger and life. Rainslicker paused, one ear turning towards him, there was tension in the ankles. Yeah, this guy was definitely going to turn and-
A flash of yellow, the rabbit turned on his heel and threw open his rainslicker. A old surplus .30cal carbine, the sort you could find still for $200 at a gun show came up faster than Ron could blink.
"BANG!"