(AN: Hello everyone. Sir_RedFox here with a new installment of the Long Hustle: vol. 2.

I know right now things are a bit concerning with the outbreak of the Covid-19. Where I live has become a ghost town. I say all this to remind people to be safe and cautious as we all go through this pandemic. One good thing that keeps me going is that I can put out new installments even fast.

A few things to clear up that I keep getting questioned about. The first is the theory of Shere Khan appreciate Nick taking out Warden Pierce? The answer is, No. In fact Khan wouldn't care either way. Warden Pierce from the first Volume was his own villian along with Skitter and the guards. The main goal of volume one was to survive The Jungle and get Flynn to completely trust in Nick. The second question is why this chapter/installment is titled "Rx"? The reason for that is to be a play on words and the "Rx" markings that you would find on prescription bottles, which is latin for "to take." In this chapter a building is rioted where drugs are being made. The metaphor is the riot squad is the pill to be taken and clear everything bad out of the building.

Quick Recap: We got a glimpse of Nick's last day in The Jungle, and he's dreaming of this since day one.

As always please leave a review and comments, good or bad, if you can. Thank you.

- Sir_RedSkin)

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Rx:

Jack crawled around in the wet mud of the Rainforest District. He wore cargo pants, a thin sweater, and a beanie to cover his large rabbit ears, all black as the night.

Jack crawled up next to Skye, who wore similar clothes. She did not pay him much concern. She was too busy looking through the night-vision scope of her high powered military rifle, propped up on an attached kick stand. Although Skye's rifle was loaded with non-lethal tranquilizers, she did have three large-calibre bullets attached to the strap on her left shoulder, all in case things got bad.

Jack could see that Skye was excited by this operation. She could not help but swish her tail back and forth. Her full attention was on a supposedly abandoned warehouse. It was believed to be an operation for the production of Blue Sky. Through the scope she could see the three story warehouse, the serrated fence that surrounded the place, and a small squad of Zootopia's finest, moving in.

She watched as one officer pulled a pair of bolt cutters out of a sack and started to slice through the chain-link fence. As soon as the gap was large enough, two of the smallest officers slid through to the other side and stretched the fence out so that the rest could follow. Through her scope she saw the squad in raid gear surround the warehouse, keeping to the darkest areas.

Jack could not but watch as Skye swished her tail back and forth. It felt like she was teasing him. "I don't see how you can be all excited by all this?" Jack asked in a whisper, as he swatted away blood-sucking insects from his face.

Skye could hear the annoyance in his voice. "I'm just trying to make the best out of a bad situation."

"I don't know about you," Jack said, "but I've got mud and swamp water up my crack along with God only knows what else. What's even worse is the swamp pool that has built up in my boots. Now, every time I take a step they squish and quack while they shoot streams of water out my boots. And then there's the wet socks issue."

"Alright," Skye said, never taking her eyes of her target. "You hate this operation and where the Director has put us. You can take a nice warm shower when we're done with all this."

"Will I... uh... have your company while taking a shower?" Jack said in school-boyish tone, trying not to giggle.

"That all depends," Skye said, not letting her eye leave the scope. "Can you stop complaining? Whisper and behave like a good boy? If you do, I might be willing to give you a treat."

"Yes ma'am," Jack said.

"Alright," Skye said. "The squad has broken through the perimeter." Skye pressed a latch on her scope which allowed her to zoom in. The first floor was the easiest to see into, showing several people moving inside the warehouse. She could not tell what was on the second or third floor. If she had to guess, it must be where the manager for the production of Blue Sky was hiding. Just like a princess trapped in the very top of the tower of some heavily guarded castle. Only instead of Prince Charming kicking down the door it would be ZPD's finest to arrest Mister Princess. "I see movement on the first floor, but not too well."

"This is where I get to play with my toy." Jack smiled and gave a small chuckle. He opened a large black box. It contained a computer screen, a remote control, and a slick black hover drone. He played with the remote, seeing that it properly worked, and then switched the camera on. Anything in the drone could see, could now be seen on the monitor. The drone lifted off, a wide smile on Jack's face as he watched the drone fly.

"Not too close or they'll spot it," Skye said, sounding a bit nervous.

"Hey, you picked your toy to play with. Now I'm playing with mine." Jack said. Looking at the monitor, he had the drone hover up to the second floor. Most of the windows were bordered up with sheets of aluminum. There was one section that was not covered up. At least three of the windows were open and the last window was being blocked by what looked like an industrial water heater.

Zooming in, Jack could see that inside was definitely a drug factory. Lined up on each wall were tables with several different chemicals, beakers and flasks, and boxes of packed Night Howlers. All of which was being handled by several females in their underwear, hair nets, surgical masks, and long-sleeved gloves.

Several different heavily-armed mammals paced back and forth observing their work. One of the women, a red panda, accidentally dropped her bowl, spilling all its contents.

The girl tried to put everything back into the bowl, as if it could all be fixed, but it was too late. One of the armed guards saw what she had done. He stomped over to the scared girl, he grabbed her by the fur on the back of her neck and slammed her head down on the table. He then put a pistol to her head and shouted directly into her ear. She was frozen in fear, tears in her eyes. The other workers ignored what was happening, as though afraid that they would be next if they became distracted.

Jack pulled his radio off his belt. "Jack to all teams. Our drug raid just became a hostage raid."

Chief Bogo stood by his cruiser, arms crossed and foot tapping the ground impatiently. His tranq-gun was holstered to his side and under his left arm was a modern Pfeifer-Zeliska .600 revolver, which was a handheld cannon only he could control the recoil from. He was waiting for communication from the ZBI or the squad he'd sent in to the warehouse. Even worse, he was stuck impatiently with Clawhouser.

Clawhouser stood beside Bogo. He held a donut in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He slurped down some of his coffee, then broke away from the lid to inform Bogo that the coffee was indeed hot. Once he munched all of his donut down in a few bites, he stood there and rocked back and forth on his feet.

"So..." Clawhouser said nervously. "How are the wife and kids?"

"Fine," Chief Bogo said.

"Good, good," Clawhouser said. "It's been a good two years since me and Berry broke up and-"

"Clawhouser," Chief Bogo interrupted him. "Now is really not the time to try and get social. Can it wait till we've successfully pulled off this raid? Or, hell, can you wait till the engorged vein I have in my neck, from stress, goes down?"

Feedback came out of his walkie. Bogo could barely make it out, but it sounded to be Agent Savage. He grabbed the walkie and hoped they would repeat the info.

"This is Bogo, go ahead," Bogo said.

"Bad news," Agent Savage said. Bad news was all Bogo needed right now. "It seems that they have hostages, or rather slave labourers, cooking the Blue Sky for them."

"Damnit," Bogo said under his breath. Over the walkie Agent Savage called for Bogo's attention. "I'm here, go ahead."

"We count 8-10 hostiles on the warehouse ground floor. 16 on the second floor where they are cooking. And 15-20 upstairs on the third floor. The moment we rush in there, they are going to have no problem letting those slave labourers become living shields."

No, Bogo thought. We're not going to waste the intel and planning for a bunch of junkie cowards to hide behind hostages. Bogo ran to the trunk of his SUV and opened the back. He pulled out several rolled up blueprints of the warehouse. He unrolled them over the hood of the car. Clawhouser shined a light down for him to see the prints and spread them out evenly across the car hood.

"Agent Savage," Bogo called into the mic. "Agent Savage, do you read me?"

"Read you, Chief. What do you have?"

"What side of the warehouse can you see into the second floor?"

"West," he said. "It's four large factory windows, but three are open. The other window is blocked by a giant water heater."

"If that's where they are doing the cooking, then they'd want the windows open for ventilation. Otherwise they would all start suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning." Bogo looked over the blueprints of the warehouse. Spots on the map were marked in red dots to show what positions he wanted his officers in before storming the warehouse.

Looking over the blueprints Bogo noticed a small ledge under the four windows on the western side of the warehouse. A ledge that looked big enough to hold a small team who could infiltrate through the open windows. "Bogo to raid squad," he spoke into his walkie. "I need Alpha team to make their way to the western side of the warehouse, and scale the wall. There will be a big enough ledge for you three to scale and infiltrate through the open windows. Do you copy?"

"Alpha team copies. Heading over to warehouse's western side. Over."

Three of ZPD's best mammals scurried along the bricked walls. They each wore black combat gear and ballistic vests, and had tranq-guns in hand. In front was Sergeant Wilford, a gray timber wolf. Behind him was Sergeant Nala Priderock, a female lion, and last, but certainly not least, was the team leader, a grey rabbit by the name of Sergeant Judy Hopps.

As part of the Alpha team, each member was gifted with a little more equipment for the raid. Wilford was given the tranq-rifle and on the left and right side of his belt were twenty-six-inch expandable batons. Holstered and stitched under onto his ballistic vest was his lethal Taurus 357 Mag revolver. Each of them had a lethal weapon in case things turn for the worst. Judy and Nala both carried police issued Beretta, which were holster and stitched to their ballistic vest and all had explosive putty in their pouches.

Nala had a police-issued grenade launcher slung over her back, loaded with smoke grenades. All the best for raids like this warehouse. Judy had a strap of different grenades slung over her back, two silver canisters with red stripes and one canister with a yellow stripe. She also had a bundle of grappling rope.

As they neared every corner, Sgt. Wilford would investigate while the other two mammals held back. The timber wolf's ears perked up to listen for any disturbance. He stuck his snout in the air and sniffed for any unusual scent. All he got was a huge whiff of several different chemicals in the air, definitely coming from the open windows.

The timber wolf gave a quick look around the corner. There was nothing. He stuck his head out to use his wolf's night-vision to get a better look. The wolf saw the three open windows the chemical smell was coming from. About three feet under the windows was the ledge the chief told them about. He waved the other two mammals back while he ran around the corner as quiet as he could till he was right under the ledge.

Taking a second to catch his breath, Wilford moved in position to hoist the other two Alpha members up. He flicked his flash light on and off, a signal to Nala and Judy it was clear to move.

The first to move in was Nala. She holstered her tranq-gun, took in a deep breath, and ran toward Wilford. He cupped his paws together, ready to give Nala a launch up to the ledge. She ran and jumped as Wilford gave her a launch sending her rocketing up to the ledge. Her feline agility allowed her to land with grace on the ledge.

Wilford signalled for Judy next. Like Nala before her, Judy ran to Wilford. She jumped high as she was launched upward. Being so small and light, Judy made it to the ledge with ease. She tossed one end of the grappling rope down to Wilford and handed the other end to Nala.

Wilford took a strong hold of the rope and waited for Nala and Judy to pull him up. With a hard tug, Wilford ascended up the wall to the ledge.

All three crouched low as they peered into the open windows. Watching as the mammals with guns paced back and forth behind the naked workers. Making sure that not a single one of were screwing up the cooking method of Blue Sky. They hoped to see past the industrial water heater blocking the fourth window, but to no avail. They lowered their heads back down.

"We got to find a way to get those ladies out of the way and some place safe before this place is raided," Judy said.

Wilford saw in the corner a stack of compressed cardboard boxes on a handcart. Wilford remembered in his youth working into retail and making such piles. Each one of those large stacks weighed close to a ton. If they could get the women behind that stack and stay low, they should be safe from stray fire.

Nala was looking upward at the rooftop. She had nothing to say, but it was clear that ideas were running through her head.

Judy's eyes scanned the whole room and focused on the line of pipes running along the ceiling. They were a little high, but not too high for her to jump to. She could literally get the drop on all of them, except that that would make too much noise and draw too much attention.

Each one of them whispered to the other about having an idea, almost simultaneously. They ducked down lower, afraid that they might have given up their position. They each take their turn explaining their idea, starting with Nala.

"Wilford if you give me another boost, I can scale the roof and come in through the third floor," Nala said. "We don't know how many hostiles are up there? But I can surprise and keep them distracted so the rest of the raid party can get into place and quickly sweep in."

"All by yourself?" Wilford asked.

"Yeah," Nala said, "but I'm going to need your tranq-rifle. Oh, and I'm going to need some of your explosive putty."

"Sure," Judy said. "How much do you need?" She and Wilford were already digging into their pouches for the putty.

"All of it," Nala said. Judy and Wilford gave each other concerned looks before handing over all their explosive putty to Nala. The last thing Nala needed was Wilford's tranq-rifle. Nala holstered her tranq-gun and took the rifle.

Wilford went next, explaining the need for a distraction closer to the eastern side of the warehouse. Something to distract the guards so he could get the hostage workers to a safe place before the raid began. Judy smiled and handed over the two red-striped canisters. "Don't worry," Judy said with a smile, "I got just an idea."

Through the lens of her night-vision scope, Skye watched as the Alpha team worked. It was a little hard to make out what they were doing exactly. What she saw was the exchanging of gear before Wilford gave Nala a launch, helping her with her jump to the third floor. It was a close miss, but Nala managed to grab hold of the roof's edge with one strong lion hand. She struggled a bit before she clamped the edge with her other hand and pulled herself up onto the roof.

Skye had no idea what they were doing. She asked Jack if he could see what was going on with the Alpha team using his little toy drone. All he could say was that Nala was on the roof.

Wilford wiped the sweat from his brow as he sat on the ledge with Judy. Hearing Judy's plan filled him with doubt. One wrong move and this whole operation could go sideways, getting a lot of mammals hurt, if not dead. Though, by now, Wilford knew better than to ever underestimate the tenacity of Judy Hopps.

"Alpha team leader to Chief," Judy said through her mic. "We are in position on the western window ledge. We are asking for a quick blackout of the warehouse before the raid."

"I don't know if I can give you that?" Chief Bogo said. "We didn't go over any blackouts in planning. I can't find any fuse boxes on the blueprints. And we are running out of time," Chief Bogo said through the static walkie. Wilford gave an uncertain look to Judy, without a blackout on the warehouse her plan might fail and get her killed.

"I might be able to help with that," came a static third voice on her walkie. The voice was familiar and if she had to guess, it was ZBI Agent Jack Savage. "The drone that I'm controlling has one particular weapon attached," Savage said. "It's called an EMP cannon and it was designed for moments like this: raiding houses, facilities, and at times taking down other drones."

"Thought the ZBI weren't allowed to get involved until the raid has been completed," Judy said softly into her walkie with a smile.

"That is true... but suppose that, in my report, the EMP cannon was accidentally primed and my clumsy rabbit hands happen to hit the fire button when you need it," Jack said in a playful tone of voice.

"Sounds like a common mistake, when handling such high tech," Judy said.

"There's only one problem," Jack said through the walkie. "The EMP device isn't meant for such large buildings as this warehouse. So, if used, you'll have five to eight seconds of blackout, ten at best."

"All I need is five when given the word," Judy said with a look of determination.

"Well, alright. The drone is standing by, ready to fire at your command," was the last thing Jack said before going radio silent.

"Okay," Judy said. "You ready for this?" she asked Wilford.

Wilford chuckled at her question. "No," he said.

"Good," Judy said. "Then let's go," were the last words spoken before they crawled silently through the open windows.

On top of the roof Nala was starting to panic. The teams were all getting in place and she still hadn't found what she was looking for. She moved forward, pushed her foot down hard and retreated. She was looking for a soft part of the roof, some soft spot where she could enter to the third floor. She scraped her boot across the flat tile roof. At the far end from where she started, she found the spot she needed. She tested it with her foot and she could hear the rotten wood bend and crack under her boot.

There was no time to waste. Nala put the tranq-rifle aside and tossed out all the explosive putty from her vest pouches. She started molding the putty into several long lines. Once done she made a wide circle around the soft part of the roof. With caps and wires shoved into the putty, she led all wires into one detonator. The explosives done and ready Nala did not stop. With her knife she picked away at the center of the circle, till she could see the inner rotten roof and could ram her hand and the grenade launcher through. This should work, she thought.

Judy walked and tiptoed across the ceiling pipes. Thanks to Wilford, she was able to reach and get to the ceiling pipes without any noise or being noticed. Looking back she could see Wilford in the shadows, moving a large stack of recycled cardboard to where it would give the most cover.

She made it to the center of the warehouse floor. "This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy," she muttered quietly to herself. Not wanting to waste time, but for a quick second, Judy pulled out her necklace with her and Nick's wedding rings looped through and a small closed pendant between the two. She gave them a quick kiss for good luck, before shoving the rings and pendant back down her shirt. It was time.

Judy jumped down from the pipes. Standing there, right in the middle. A few of the guards turned to look, but before they could react Judy raised her hands in the air and... CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Every mammal, cooking or overseeing the process of Blue Sky being made, turned, all eyes on Judy clapping her hands as loud as she could.

"Good job fellas!" Judy said. "You guys are doing a real good job here. I mean, of all the places that have tried replicating Blue Sky, I think you fellas have the closest."

Every mammal toting a gun slow-circled around her, not knowing what to make of the situation. A small bunny popping out from nowhere and complementing their work. They all looked to each other, hoping that one of them give would a sign on what to do. Not sure if they should shoot her or tackle her, or listen to what she was talking about.

"Seriously, I've apprehended people who thought they could make Blue Sky out the back of their van. You know how horrible the quality of that stuff must be if your main dealer used a mini-bake oven to cook your drug," Judy went on. "I actually had a fox, friend," she almost said husband, "who would run scams out the back of his- I'm sorry. It wasn't even his van. He would have to borrow his friend's van to run hustles out of." A few of the armed mammals gave a chuckle at her words. Distracting them to her.

It was hard for Judy to see past the circle of armed mammals, but she had to know if Wilford was working, quietly, to get the females to safety. See could see Wilford moving silently to one of the girls. When the closest one noticed his presence, he quickly ran up and cupped his hand over her mouth, holding up his badge, and put a large timber wolf finger to his lips as a way to beg them to be quiet. The naked females understood clearly and as slow as they could, began taking steps backward to Wilford.

"But you law-breaking mammals have a warehouse to cook your drugs in. You guys have…" She stopped for a moment only to point at a large sign hanging on the wall. It was a picture of a happy smiling hamster washing his hands and surrounded by soap bubbles. The sign read: Safety First, Wash Your Hands.

Judy pointed to the sign as if it was the eighth wonder of the world. "I mean look at that. That sign screams only one thing: 'Professionals at Work Here.'" Judy said, gesturing as if she was placing invisible words in the air. "You don't see signs like that anymore in the work place," Judy said backing up till her back rammed into something solid. Looking up, she saw a rhino in shredded clothes holding a large revolver in his hands. "Oh, high," Judy said, her nerves starting to catch up with her turning her face red. "Are you from downstairs or upstairs? You know what it doesn't matter because you are all doing a great-"

"Shut up," the rhino said loud and clear. "Why isn't this cute little bunny lying dead on the floor?"

Skye could only see what was happening through her night vision scope. It was hard to make out what exactly was going on. It seemed as though some commotion upstairs had the majority of the ground floor guards running up to see, leaving only one guard behind.

Skye scanned back and forth, watching the ZPD raid squad cling as close as they could to the walls. One officer was holding a Pulaski Axe, an axe with a curved blade in the front, sharp enough to cut through wood, and a crowbar on the back end to rip through any door or wall. The officer would peek up into the window to see the lonely guard. Once the guard's back was turned the rhino holding the Pulaski Axe in hand smashed the entire window, then just as quickly as he stood up the rhino dropped back down. The noise alerted the guard, who moved slowly to the broken window. The officers outside clung to the wall with all eyes on the window and approaching guard. Three hundred yards away and Skye could feel the tension they all shared. The guard poked his head out the window. In that instant two officers reached up and grabbed him, and pulled him out through the window, slamming him to the ground as the rest of the officers joined in, pinning him to the ground and cuffing him.

Once the guard was apprehended, it was a go. Using crowbars officers rip every door out with ease. The officers swept in, taking the ground floor, and started ascending the staircase. There was not much else Skye could see, at this point the ZPD were on their own.

"I'll ask again," the rhino with the revolver says. " 'Why isn't this cute little bunny dead on the floor.' "

"Woah!" Judy said. "Lets not just go throwing the 'C' word around so casually." Judy could hear a few of the other mammals surrounding her cock their weapons. "I was only taking notice of the proper care you all go through when cooking Blue Sky." The circle of criminals she found herself in the center of, started to close in more and more. She tried her best to look past the crowd and see if Wilford had gotten all the hostages out of harms way. She couldn't tell, and it seemed that her time was up. "Let's not take things out of proportion, get all hot headed, and 'Black Out!' " She screamed the last two words as loud as she could.

Within a second the entire warehouse went black. Not one mammal could see their own hand in front of their face. Just as quick as the lights went out, the lights flashed back on. The armed mammals looked around not sure what it was that had just happened. The cute little bunny they had surrounded was no longer there. Instead, in her place was a silver cylinder with a yellow strip and tiny cloud of smoke coming out the top. A billy-goat leaned down to grab it, when it suddenly exploded in a great burst of light, blinding and knocking every mammal back. Blinded, they heard two other canisters roll across the warehouse floor, and inhaled a big whiff of smoke. At this point it was every mammal for themselves and they started to fire wildly in every direction.

On top the roof, Nala heard the loud 'ka-pow!' of Judy's flash grenade. Her walkie came alive, shouting all units move in now, over and over again.

Nala did not hesitate. She slipped her mask on and with the grenade launcher in her hand, she punched the weapon down the hole she made and pierced the ceiling to the third floor. She fired off a smoke grenade, which she could hear bounce off several solid points. Taking in a big breath of air, she pressed the detonator to the explosive putty. Nala had her eyes closed as the putty exploded into a ring of fire around her and she dropped downward.

Nala hit the floor in a crouch stance like a mammal being knighted. Oh god, if Wilford could see her he would probably geek out and try to explain how much of a caped defender she looked like right now.

Nala opened her eyes and looked around. Her smoke grenade had filled up half the hallway. She could see three shadowy figures coughing their lungs up. The mask she was wearing protected her from the effects of the smoke. Flipping the tranq-rifle around she fired a small burst of tranquilizers at the shadowy mammals. As she was fumbling to get the grenade launcher in her other hand, the door to her left swung open. A thin bony dingo stood in the doorway. Nala swung the rifle barrel at him and fired a burst of tranquilizers into his gut and a hard kick to his chest. This sent the dingo flying backwards and falling on top of a badger. The badger struggled to roll his friend off of him and fire the pistol he had in his hands. Nala already had the drop on him, firing a burst of three tranquilizers into his neck.

She heard the door behind her start to crack open. She flipped around and kicked in the door which pushed down a beaver holding a revolver. Kicking the gun he had away and firing a burst into his chest, Nala took a step inside and peeked around the corner to see two barrels of a shotgun pointed her way. She stepped back in time before the corner blew off the wall. Speedily she turned the corner and shot full blast at the perpetrator till the rifle clicked empty. She needed to reload, but she grabbed hold of the grenade launcher and fired a smoke grenade all the way down the hall.

As thick white smoke filled the area, the hallway came alive. It awoke angry, and multiple shadow mammals filled the hallway. What ever weapon they had, they fired down directly at her. Nala ducked into the room she had just cleared. The storm of bullets ripped through the hallway, destroying anything they could. Nala crouched low as she reloaded her rifle with another tranq-clip.

Wilford knew to not be surprised, but still. It worked. Judy's plan worked. Wilford watched as she hopped down from the pipes beside him. Both slipped their raid mask on and pulled their tranq-guns from their holsters, ready to introduce themselves properly, as the ZPD. A blast of bullets came from the white smoke, directly between Wilford and Judy.

Charging into the white smoke, Wilford tranquilized two mystery figures holding guns. With his excellent wolf ears, he could hear as the rest of the squad joined them from downstairs.

From his left came the roaring scream of someone on the war path. A large blade cut through the smoke and knocked his gun out of his hands. Before him stood a muscular panda with a large machete blade that he used to hack and slash at Wilford.

Wilford ducked and dodged the fast slashing blade. From their sleeves Wilford pulled out the two batons. With a quick jerk of his wrist, the two steel batons extended all the way out. The panda slashed downward. Wilford formed an 'X' with his batons and stopped the blade. With a heavy foot, he kicked the panda back.

Another shadowy figure emerged from the smoke. It was a leopard this time and toting an AK-47. With his left baton Wilford knocked the barrel, to the left, deflecting the fire. He used his right baton as a prod and jabbed hard at the leopard's throat. The jab to the throat seemed to immobilize the perp, which let Wilford toss the leopard behind him.

One after another, they just kept coming for him. Next was a coyote welding a revolver. Wilford slammed the batons down hard on the coyote's arms making him drop the gun. He twirled both of his batons upward before slamming them down hard again on the coyote's shoulders, making him start to collapse to the ground. But, not before Wilford rammed his knee upward to collide with the bottom of the coyote's jaw, whose teeth rattled as his knee made impact.

Wilford didn't want to get too gigglish about it, but he had hoped he would get to use the batons. It made him feel more like a superhero. Having no need of a gun, but only his strength, agility, and perseverance.

Nala was pinned down. Every time she tried to pop her head into the hallway to take a shot, they would fire upon her. She could simply blind fire down the hallway, if she wanted to run out of ammo. She could fire more smoke grenades down the hall but that wouldn't do her any good either. They were firing at anything that moved.

Something was coming. A stampede of some sort. Nala crawled back into the room. She watched as her fellow ZPD officers took positions in the hall and started firing back. The sound of heavy footsteps entered her room. She looked up to see her brother in arms, Officer McHorn. He stood there, heavy in gear and looked down at her. In one of his hands he held a Pulaski Axe.

"You okay?" McHorn asked, extending his free hand down to her.

"I was hoping for someone better, but I guess you'll have to do," Nala said. Taking McHorn's hand as she smiled and laughed. With one tug, McHorn pulled her to her feet. The cry of an officer getting shot in the arm broke up their little moment. "Listen." Nala tried to speak and to catch her breath. "Down that hallway they are well armed. So a direct assault would be suicide."

"So what do you suggest we do?" McHorn asked.

Nala leaned against the wall. She couldn't help but notice how easily pieces of the wall would break away. An idea popped into her mind. "Hey, McHorn," she said in heavy breaths. "You mentioned once that you use to work as a carpenter, right?" McHorn nodded. "Do you still think you know how to make a doorway?" Nala said before rapping her knuckles against the wall behind her.

McHorn got the message. He lowered the visor on his helmet and took a few steps back. Holding up the Pulaski Axe in front of him, McHorn charged at the wall, crashing right through it. Nala was quick on his tail as he burst through one room after another, rapid firing tranquilizers at any perp they met along the way. They did not stop till they burst into a large office with three armed mammals and a half-naked mammal tossing items from a safe into a huge pile lit on fire.

McHorn ran and kicked the iron door to the safe closed while Nala apprehended the other three with a burst from her tranq-rifle. McHorn stomped out the fire before any more of it burned up and placed the perps in cuffs.

Judy was finally able to see, with the smoke clearing. Most of the preps were either on the ground cuffed or on the ground tranquilized.

Judy's ear twitched at the sound of a gun being cocked from behind her. With speed she dashed to the left just as a bullet zipped by. She twirled around to see the large rhino she had encountered earlier.

Judy aimed and fired her tranq-gun. Click! Empty.

The rhino cocked the large revolver in his hand and aims at Judy. She surfs and turfed and zigzagged toward the rhino, never letting him get a good aim on her. She leaped up high and landed on his head, grabbing his ears to stay on. The rhino swung his arms wildly, trying to get her off his head. He came close to smacking her with the revolver in his hand.

The rhino twisted and turned, and rammed his back into the wall. Anything, he thought, to get her off his head. He tried using the hand holding the revolver again. Judy dodged the gun, but this time, as the barrel came down close to the rhino's ear, Judy, with her rabbit-sized foot, slammed down on the trigger. The gun gave a loud blast right next to his ear. Judy jumped off as the rhino clasped his ears with his hands and shook his head.

He wont stay like that for long, Judy thought. She scanned the area, looking something to give her an advantage. There was a large chain with two iron hooks attached to nothing. She ran over, and tossed one of the iron hooks over a sturdy pipe. She grabbed the hook and ran around the rhino, hooking his legs together. The Rhino was starting to come to. Judy grabbed the other hook and ran to the old large industrial water heater by the window. She hooked the chain to something solid on the water heater by the window. Bullets from the rhino's revolver zipped past her, but Judy did not stop running. Judy ran and slammed her body against the water heater.

Judy watched as the water heater slowly tipped over, and continue to tip over. The water heater's heavy structure broke through the window glass. Quickly, Judy wrapped and hooked the chain to a sturdy part of the water heater. There was nothing to stop it now as water heater fell from the window, dragging the rusty chain. As the rapid chain went out the window, the other end clinched tightly to the rhino, and swept him off his feet and bang his head on the concrete floor. The chain did not stop pulling on the rhino. It did not stop until the rhino was completely hanging upside down, head bleeding, and defeated.

Judy walked over to the rhino hanging upside down, barely conscious. She took in a big breath as she looked at him swing back and forth. All in a day's work, she thought. All in a day's work.

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(An: That ends this chapter. Don't worry, the next installemnt will be coming out soon. It will tell us all about the "Side Effects" from the riot squad taking out this drug ring.

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Till next time, be safe and take your medicine.

-Sir_RedFox)