An Adventure Chapter 11
Wheels up in five Tawny. The Wolverine thought to herself as the clock on the wall indicated that they had less than three to finish gearing up. Solders zipped their Kevlar vests on and clicked on their chin straps on their metallic helmets. Everyone's favorite part was loading their weapons and hearing that oddly satisfying click as they loaded magazines into the gun. Vans were waiting in the alleyway for them disguised as catering service for a local cuisine.
Ersatz a word which in Zootopia meant fake or an imitation, toys imitate the real world in a more euphemized and often charming manner. A toy factory is not fake nor is it often entertaining. That is of course if you are a big wig who euphemizes your sentences to employees and makes ersatz promises to the worker's union. A union which has families, a union with crooked teeth and no insurance to cover it. And a union whose pain has been trivialized to the point of numbness and acceptance. One who has learned that there is nowhere else that will accept peasants and pay them a sturdy minimum wage. That does however anger any onlookers who would have eyes and ears within said toy factory.
Atop a steep hill, there it lies dilapidated yet sturdy, not quite the eyesore painted in one's mind when hearing the employees describe it. Moisture caused the boots of the soldiers to absorb mud as they scurried along the perimeter wall rifles and 9 mills safely attached to their hips. The Southside of the building left little space on the hilltop, anyone who has fair enough vision wouldn't be able to resist admiring how the fox burrows glowed providing natural light for anyone driving from dusk till dawn.
The security cameras were down and the barb wire cut, and the jubilance of the best smugglers outside the city was cut short as shells drummed against the gravel punctuated by lead being forced out of their barrels by explosions. They didn't even glance at their bodies' speed walking to their destination pulling the trigger automatically like a motion detector light illuminating a burglar. Scavenging drawers, wardrobes, parked cars, until they found a business ledger. The panicked henchmen had little to no time to respond to the camouflaged infantry.
As a Pig reloaded his revolver he was put in a headlock with a gun to his temple and kicked in the shin by a Coyote. "Think you kill us you filthy sack of shit!? I'll blow your Goddamn head off!'' The swine bit his hand even removing some of the fur. Punching him in his throat and bringing his left hoof to his unprotected groin he went in for a left hook but was grappled and thrown to the ground. Foolishly the canine attempted to stomp on his face but the well-trained solider twisted it and brought him down with him. It didn't take long for him to kneel on his neck however he found this wasn't the best option. The Coyote stabbed him in the gut with a pocket knife but the blade was stuck in his vest, unfortunately his last weapon was thrust into his jugular.
The Wolverine reloaded for the first time since she had arrived at the abandoned factory, looking at her crew she smiled relieved to hear her via earpiece that the facility had been cleared of all hostiles. The faux catering vans once again entered Sahara Square making a sharp turn down the familiar alleyway. As the 22nd hour approached the mammals climbed down the ladder one by one looks of admiration and applause for .S.T.'s unscathed defense force.
Even with most of their lightweights behind bars a piece of information that could give them the upper hand for their cause which had been fought for generations could finally be achieved. A Coypu solider holstered his weapon and sneered. Embittered jubilation of course, what else to expect from a veteran GI? Not even the best trained and fastest thinking officer could dispatch a room of jumpy thugs so quickly. The rodent often fluctuated around the opposite sex, demanding that he be recognized for his daily achievements. "Really brave of you Xavier, most females would shoot you down as soon as you looked at 'em'' The river Rat chuckled astonishing the cautious Wolverine. "I had to try didn't I Tawny? Anyway requisitions oughta be restocked soon. Word is we're getting a shipment of Red velvet cupcakes AND Mac n cheese with breadcrumbs!''
"Aw, hell yeah!"
The two friends went their separate ways retiring to their freshly cleaned bedrooms. "Hueles a mierda. Tù Guerra!'' "Si mama!"