After being pulled up what seemed to be the catwalk above the second store of the warehouse, Judy could finally see a little. Most of the light was directed down, so apparently the catwalk only received some residual lightning that got reflected from the floor below. Thankfully, her rescue squad was close enough for the bunny to glimpse a few details. A wolf silhouette was one of them, but if this was a wolf, he was one of the biggest she has ever seen. While Duran (the white furred wolf that joined them the previous year) was considered to be on the tall side of his species, this one was at least a whole two heads taller. Which meant he was also almost twice as wide. The wolf was dressed in definitely army issued field uniform, that was covered in some kind of dirt. The uniform's pattern made it hard to see the wolf in the shadow, bit Judy was not sure if he had any weapons on him. What she was sure of though, that whoever it was, she has never seen eyes kinder than his. For a moment she felt lost, forgetting about the fact she just has been helped out of a very precarious situation with sharpened claws. Which was illegal and could only mean that this mammal was anything but kind. Regardless of how sincere and deeply sad those eyes seemed.
- We need to get lower, to the second floor. They are making a phone call. You need to hear it. - the grave whisper of the wolf reached her sensitive ears once again, snapping the bunny cop out of her reverie. Nodding, she started looking around for a way to accomplish just that. But when she noticed that her rescue has started moving along the catwalk, the bunny just shrugged and followed.
The catwalk was wide enough for several bunnies to comfortably walk alongside it, so Judy had no problems traversing it. What surprised her, was the fact that the wolf seemed to have no qualms either. He moved in a squat, one leg at a time, with his hands holding onto the catwalk and keeping him stable. It was not the most efficient way, in Judy's opinion, but apparently it allowed the wolf to move at a reasonable pace without the risk of either falling down or unsettling the support beams they walked on. And she didn't feel any vibration or tremors going through the wood of the catwalk from the movement of a larger and definitely heavier mammal ahead of her. But what really surprised her was the fact that the movements we're exactly the same as Nick's, when the fox cop moved around the climbing simulation installation. There was not much time to think about this though, since they reached what seemed to be a section of the second floor that overlooked a medium sized enclosed space, probably reserved as a sort of administrative office. The wolf made sure that there was no one around, and simply dropped from the catwalk. Again, he made no sound that would be noticeable even to Judy's country attuned hearing, that was stronger than that of almost any city mammal. Once again putting this information for the latter, she followed, gouging the distance at around 10 feet, and making sure to land in a roll, not to damage anything just in case. The wolf, whom Judy silently dubbed as "Black" since he did not introduce himself and his fur at the closer inspection under light proved to be black, motioned for her to come closer to the railing he was at. Joining him, the bunny just about caught the end of a Gazelle song being played through a phone's speaker, that she recognized as the ringtone put by her for Fru-Fru.
-- Hey, Judy, I've got a missed call from you just a minute ago. - the shrew's voice sounded from the same speaker a second later, confirming that it indeed was the bunny cop's phone and indeed it was the daughter of Mr. Big calling. Why though?
- Hello miss Big. This is Drake Raubtier speaking. - Judy stuck her head below the rail to see what was going on in the office below them. She saw a medium sized black bear speaking, slightly hunched over her bunny sized phone lying on the phone and apparently set up there by the coyote who tricked her and was now standing a few paces to the side. - Now, I am sending you a few pictures to show you my good will. Please, arrange a phone call with Mr. Big in the next half an hour, and your bunny friend will remain in one piece for the duration of our business talk. Have a nice evening.
Not waiting for an answer, despite the fact that the little shrew on the other side of the line tried to get at least something to try and understand what was going on and who it was and why was he using Judy's phone, the Drake-bear gave a nod and the near standing coyote pressed the hang button with his claw. He then left the office, with the door closing after him. The trickster-soon-to-be-kicked-coyote started messing around with Judy's phone, once more trying to use his claws as carefully as possible. The bunny couldn't see what that thug was doing, but she had an idea based on the conversation (rather one sided) that just happened.
The bunny cop turned to Black, who was expectantly watching her.
- We need to stop this crooks. Whatever they are thinking of doing, it won't be anything beneficial. We need to call the police here, but first we need a plan to stop that coyote from sending anything to Fry. - Judy glanced down once again. - Would be much easier if not for that brown bear, so we need to develop a plan first. I think…
But Judy never got to finishing her sentence as a blur caught her attention. The next thing she knew, her rescuer was down in the separated area right behind the coyote. She would wonder about how in the seven blueberry cheesecakes did he do that, but that was for the later. How was that wolf going to fight four mammals that still were present in the room?
The answer was apparently already in the paws of Black. A telescopic quarterstaff with a fistsized (for a wolf proportioned mammal, for Judy that would be at least a headsized) sphere at one end. The thing was made of some kind of material that didn't reflect light, but still looked to be smooth enough for it to be metal of some kind.
While the trickster-coyote was not the first to notice the new addition to the quartet of room occupants, he was definitely the first one to feel him. With the back of his head, where the downward strike brought the flat end of the quarterstaff, effectively and easily taking the canine out of the picture. As well as the bunny cop's phone, that was an unlucky "cushion" for the coyotes faceplanting.
Judy looked down in shock and trepidation. The wolf gave no mercy with the way he wielded his weapon. Even more, he was cruel on purpose with it. The bear who tried to swipe him with his giant paws got his nose almost mashed by the sphere. With his momentum momentarily stopped due to the strike, remaining occupants of the room, a wolf and a hyena, tried jumping the black wolf. He, apparently, did not know that his momentum was stopped. Black's feet turned his torso 180 degrees to face the new threat and then his right hand shot out in a swift arc to ram half a second later into the hyenas muzzle, rendering it unconscious and several teeth deported from its muzzle.
Judy have seen such speed only several times, when on an excursion with her class during academy to a natural museum. There they have been shown how fast a snake can strike when hunting down it's prey. It was hard to imagine a much larger wolf moving just as fast.
The second attacker followed his hyena colleague two seconds later with a kick to the groin and a strike the back of the head. The hard metal of the tube's bottom made short work of the culprit, sending him to rest for a bit in the clutches of oblivion. But apparently this little escapade did not go unnoticed as the door to the enclosed space opened with another hyena looking in with irritation on its muzzle that immediately turned to disbelief and a start of a scream. The black wolf moved with a ferocious snarl that was more befitting a savage, making the hyena stumble back from the door and into the open space. This alerted Judy to the fact that there was apparently much more mammals in the warehouse than just the ones took out in the office. And there were only two of the "good guys". This was not going to be a walk in a park.
Nick was going to freak out if she told him about it. Not if. When…
A/N: Marshal Major 2 are the greatest sub-150$ acquisition for a metal/classic music listener. Detailing and quality are just mind blowing. Confirmed with a highres player and flac records. Although there is a huge drawback. They HURT your ears. Way too stiff when sitting on your head, which is good for isolation but it is impossible to wear them too long. I last two hours tops before having to take a rest. But oh well. True Art requires sacrifice.
As to my writing style I might write later if I feel like it. Connected to the rules of writing being different in our cultures prbbly. Way too lazy now and wanna sleep.