*Earlier this day*

- Each. Dawn. I die! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh! - sang Nick in his best imitation of Eric Adams's voice. Of course, his rendition of the marvelous voice of the frontman of Mamalowar, or of James Catfield, Rob Calford, Brian Jhonson, Dio and some others, didn't bring him any fans among the tough crowd of ZPD Precinct One (who were all just a bunch of sissies and couldn't appreciate some classics in Nick's own eloquent opinion) back at the last "outing", but in the safety of the solitude of his den, the first fox officer didn't give a single 50-cent. He could sing here to his heart's content, and that is what he did. Of course, that was only after he got to sleep in up till twelve in the afternoon. Not that he always had to wake up at ungodly hours of before eight, his shifts were rotated, sometimes starting after the noon, sometimes at half past eight (these he hated, or would have, were he not strategically placed on those shift with his favorite bunny partner) in the morning, sometimes at half past ten in the evening.

Today though was his day off, and he stayed late yesterday playing Defense of the Architects 2, so Nick enjoyed the late wake up not being afraid to be late somewhere important. He got out of his wolf-sized bed, that was for the fox way too big, but one never heard any complains from the first fox cop. As he has been woken up by the wonderful intro of the Orden Ogan - Fever, the fox stretched, rolled several times, and dropped off to the floor. Landing on all fours, Nick stretched out his left paw under the bed, found the handle of the thing he was looking for and, after making sure everything were back where it was left, moved smoothly and silently, stood up. Going for the kitchen to start off his day with a glass of simple purified water, the former red furred con-artist (still red furred, it was only the con-artist part that was former) soon found himself singing along through the work out routine of his mornings, the only witnesses of which were his own 1st Fellowship of preheresy XVth legion, complete with Ahriman in the lead.

The only plans for today he had were to go with Finnick to Amon Amarth midday show. Both foxes loved the band and would never dare missing the chance that the Sweden's presented by announcing they would be in Zootopia for three days and giving two shows each day. He and Fin got tickets two months ahead, so it was no problem to book this date in his schedule as a day off. It left him feeling a bit guilty, because he never told Judy about the concert. And the fact that she was not much into melodic death metal (yet, since it was a matter of time until she understood the manly beauty of a wondrously structured composition, perfectly attuned instruments and a professional growling), especially of the viking variety. Recently, Nick was afraid. Afraid of opening up to Judy more than he already had. It was not because of her or something she did. It was his own problem and Nick knew and acknowledged it. Canines were special when it came to the matters of heart. They searched and threaded carefully these grounds, until they were sure that the one they found was really the one. So, when a canine was looking outside of his own genus... there were troubles involved. Nick burned himself once and the memories, no matter how over them he was, made him cautious. He told himself he simply needed some more time. There was enough of it right? He just had to make sure that Judy would understand the seriousness of both his and her feelings (if she did have feelings for him, which was surprisingly hard to deduct, different species and all). But, for today the fox just had to relax and enjoy the good ol' north wolves' music.

It was much later that evening. Nick's throat was hoarse and limbs aching from the hours of singing and jumping to one of the best live bands he have heard. And they even got a decent opening band, guys from Aussie, Be'lakor (apparently fans of the Warhamer, another boardgame went fullblown fandom of a famous Games Workshop), when the fox received the call. In the years to come, the fox would curse his thoughts on that day. Time was expensive. Time was sparse. Time had the tendency to abruptly end without any prior notice. All in all, it would make a lousy employer.

- Nicky. We... *sigh* We might have a problem.

A/N: Ok, this got out earlier then usual, but that is because someone DARED to assume I do not know what the song Metal Militia is about. Yes, I am looking at you, USAPatriot. How dareth thee?! I AM THE METAL MILITIA! I was born in the year of The Triumph of Steel, my heart is made of metal and in my veins flows molten rock! And if I don't hear the sound of metal, I go into shock. Yes, I do. So, of course Nick can't be anything but metal \m/. And Judy will fall soon to it, muhahahahahaha!

Ahem. Anyways, I bought myself the Marshal Major II. Sweet chocolate and fried potatoes, do these rock. I tried several brands in the same price category (sub150$), but for my metal tastes nothing suited best. So, I am enjoying this whole day the sound of my collection. And I will have to relisten all those 80-s albums too now. So, don't expect me to write anytime soon.

Enjoy! Or suffer, whatever suits you best.