A/N: Turn on Project Pitchfork 'Stacked Visions" and you are free to take off.
Nick was not panicking. Absolutely not. Yeah, why would he? Mr. Big just called him in and said that some scumbag, claiming to be the leader of those retarded carcasses posing as animals Raubtier. The word was from the old language, Swenska, or something like that, and meant "predator". They were a rather radical group consisting of, obviously, exclusively predators. They mostly kept their exploits low key, evading the attention of the police as much as possible. Why would they suddenly claim they freaking got Judy in their hands? What did they want? Why Mr. Big? The thoughts were running rampant in the red fox's head, while his legs were carrying him out of his apartment and down the basement, where he rented a place for his "miscellaneous" stuff.
The run didn't even make him lose his breath, and his digits swiftly entered the required password on the rhino-sized safedoor. Stepping in, Nick closed the door behind him and switched the lights on. Not a big square room, only four by four, but more than enough to keep his "souvenirs" from the previous line of work. In the middle of the room stood a table, its surface unusual glass-covered touch display, which was starting to come to life.
- Hydra dominatus, Alpharius! - Mechanised voice from the speakers attached to the table greeted the cop.
- All is dust, Omegon. - replied the fox, focusing on the first task at hand, which was to pass the voice sample and response filters. A triple security measure, along with the password, and one had to pass at least to not to be locked up inside until the cops came and busted the poor idiot out. With nothing else happening, Nick came up to the table, taking a few calming breaths to restart his raging brain and put it to solving the task at hand.
What facts did he have on hand? First, someone called Fru-Fru from Judy's phone and asked her father to the phone. Second, that someone claimed to be the Raubtier gang leader. Mr. Big was not acquainted with that one, so he could not confirm this claim. Third, the claimant also threatened with having Judy as a hostage, and a promise to provide proof of that and further instructions in a bit. Fourth, Mr. Big immediately notified Nick about what happened, which led to his panicked state a bit earlier. Five, Judy was not picking up her phone. Six, panick would not help Judy if she indeed was in trouble, just like thinking on other possibilities and what ifs. The fox would brace and take this in stride, or else he might not be able to help.
Think, dissemble, put up a plan of action, what to do and quick. Start straight away. The black paw flew over the interface and with a two gestures Nick had a virtual sheet of paper to write on.
- Task one. Track Judy's phone. Task two, parallel to one. Track Judy's car. Start now. - with those words, the fox took out his personal phone, and started the tracking app. He and Judy exchanged their personal information a while ago, at one of the precinct's weekly fellow cops get together. He was immensely grateful for that right now, as the promise to keep each others back on and off the clock has given him the opportunity to hopefully confirm this was merely a prank (how he hated himself to wanting to believe something this pathetic so desperately). A minute later, he got the location of the car. And the phone. And both did not seem to be moving for at least ten minutes now. What would Judy forget near an old warehouse anyways?
- Fish dish. This is serious. - Checking CCTV to see what the hell happened would take way too much time. According to the time of the gang leaders call to Mr. Big, he already wasted six and a half minutes. No more time could be wasted and he had to move out. Now. Grabbing a bag, the fox hastily threw in several objects and boxes, before quickly changing into a pair of dark trousers, special trainers, and a bulletproof vest hidden by a hoody. Another box went into the bag. He could not possibly grab his table weapon since he was off duty and not supposed to even know anything. His phone might be even rigged, which is why he told Mr.Big he would be coming over to him in a jiffy, while not planning to do that.
Grabbing the bag and throwing the hood over his head, the fox ran out, locked the safe door and dashed to the exit out of the apartment complex. Not paying enough attention to where he was going, all thoughts only on getting to his car and getting in, the fox bumped into something. Or rather someone. As the fox fell on his rump, he let off a silent "oof" and an internal groan at another probable delay. Nobody liked it when he was literally ran into. Especially by someone smaller. And judging by the leg structure, he just managed to bump into a wolf. - Well, there goes my luck with allnthe grace and joy of a fracking grenade exploding…
A/N: Well, if I jad any particular song for this chapter, it pounced oit of the window before I freaking caught it. So I had to look on the go, after the chapter was finished. thankfully, these guys from PP seem to always save my halfassedness.
Anyways, what I would like to say is that if you still somehow force yourselves to endure this torture, then I think that you all deserve a treat! At least those of you who wish to escape from this torment.
Visit sable1456 and read his "No second chances" and "Moonlight". The fella is on another level entirely. Now, off with me, back home and to my favourite passtime. Listening to metal
Chao.