(AN: I know its been sometime and I've been trying to work as best I can with serval different writings in the works.

Update: Last time we left off, Judy had lead a huge raid on a drug manufacturing warehouse. Lets see what the after math turns out to be.

As always, if you liked or hated what've you've read, left a comment so I will how to do better.)

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Side Effects:

Nala and McHorn, along with other mammals of the ZPD, had cleared the third floor. Might have even saved some important documents and files the mammal was trying to burn. The papers, burned or not, were put into evidence bags. Hopefully they would be able to find something useful.

Some of the smoke still lingered in the hallway. Nala walked out of the main office escorting one cuffed perp. McHorn followed her out, carrying three bodies Nala had tranqed with the rifle, two over his shoulders and one he dragged by the collar. Over their radios they heard Judy's muffled voice through the static.

"This is Officer Hopps of Alpha team to raid squads and over watch. Warehouse has been cleared. Floors one, two, and three are clear. More than welcome to let in the sirens and riot vans. We will need medical vehicles for twelve hostages and a few injured in the raid. Oh! and I think some of the criminals we have apprehended might need a quick medical check," Judy said, sounding out of breath as she talked.

"Copy that, Hopps," Chief Bogo said over the radio. "Sending in the sirens now. Riot vans, police cruisers, and ambulances are on their way."

Outside the warehouse police sirens could be heard in the distance. McHorn looked over at the one perp Nala was escorting out in cuffs and saw she was having a bit of difficulty with him. He was constantly trying to go limp and be dragged. "You sure you don't want me to take him off your hands?" McHorn said.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Nala said as she pushed the perp forward. "He'll be much easier going down the stair-"

Before she could finish the rest of her sentence a bullet 'whizzed' by, between McHorn and her. They looked up and saw a young lion holding a Glock in his hands. The lion looked thin to the bone, most likely from drug use. The lion gave a scream of rage and rushed toward them, firing the gun wildly.

Nala grabbed the grenade launcher by her side. Finger on the trigger, she raised the weapon at the approaching lion. She fired one smoke grenade that flew straight and true, hitting the lion directly in the forehead. The sheer force of being hit by a smoke grenade knocked him back so far, it was like he tried to attempt a backflip, but messed up halfway through. The lion falls hard on to his back, knocked out cold.

"Damn," McHorn said. "You might have killed that kit." Low moans came from the lion on the ground.

"Nah," Nala said. "I'm sure he's fine. Give him two aspirins and call me in the morning." Nala went back to pushing the mammal in front of her. "Oh, by the way, he was already like that before Judy announced the third floor clear… Just in case."

McHorn took in a deep breath. "Whatever you say."

Judy rubbed her right shoulder. She could tell she'd have a well-sized bruise there come tomorrow. She looked around to see ZPD putting cuffs on criminals and leading them downstairs to be put in the raid wagon. Paramedics rushed in with blankets and small first-aid kits, for the females that had taken cover. The half-naked females were clothed with blankets and carefully escorted out. Thankfully none of them were harmed during the raid.

Judy saw Nala come down the stairs, as a team of police went up. Nala informed them that there were still a couple of preps down and cuffed, and one perp that might sound crazy, like he was shot in the head with a grenade launcher.

It looked that the rest of the third floor preps were being dragged or carried down. The second floor was looking clear. All that seemed left were for the Forensics team to come in and confiscate every little piece of cooking and chemistry equipment.

As they were moving out, Wilford sat on a table taking in deep breaths with his tongue hanging out. Judy checked on him, to which he smiled and gave her a thumbs up. Judy saw the batons he used during the raid. She saw where there were little stains of blood on them. It seemed so reckless of him to run in a shoot out and use an up close and personal weapon. She told him to take his time and she'll be waiting downstairs.

The second floor cleared leaving only Wilford and a fresh new recruit, one who'd been on the force for only a month. He was a raccoon. His fur was nicely cut and his uniform still looked new. He approached Wilford, with shy anticipation.

"Ex-ex-excuse me, Sgt. Wilford." The rookie spoke in a sheepish, but soft, southern tone. Willford looked up at him and nodded, waited for the rookie to say what he wanted to say. "Ar-ar-are you the one, who went undercover at The Jungle Prison and was able to have Warden Pi-Pi-Pierce arrested?" Wilford only nodded. The rookie perked up a little and smiled. "My dad-d-dy decided the best way he could provide for me and my momma was to commit petty crimes. Can't fully blame him, everyday was one to survive and I guess he figured stealn' was the best way for us to keep survive'n. I guess that's the reason I became a cop. To sh-sh-show that we survived with out his petty stealing." The rookie went on speaking. "When they finally ar-ar-arrested him and sent him to jail, he was to serve his time at The Jungle. My d-d-daddy might be a real son of a bitch at times, but he didn't deserve what they were forc'n him to do in there. So, thank you, I guess is what I'm tryn' to say." The rookie gave a sheepish smile, it felt like a southern comfort type thing.

"No reason to thank me kid, but I appreciate it," Wilford said. "Listen, just don't do anything stupid and stick to me and everything about this job will be saf-"

Wilford was cut off from finishing his speech as someone's large arm wrapped around his neck. He struggled, feeling for something to grab behind him. The rookie saw the struggle he was having with some unknown assailant.

The rookie struggled to get his tranq-gun out. He ran over shouting. "Freeze! Let him go and put your hands up!"

A large bear fist shot out and punched the rookie hard in the face. The punch was so powerful it knocked the rookie off his feet. Looking down at him, it seemed that the rookie was knocked out cold, leaving everything for Wilford to do.

Wilford squatted down and wrapped his arm around the bear's left leg. With all his strength, he lifted the bear up and tossed him forward. Wilford was able to rip the bear's grasp around his neck away. He took a second to catch his breath.

Looking at his attacker, he recognized him. It was that panda bear that tried chopping him up with a machete. The panda saw something he liked off to the side and scrambled for it. It was the exact same machete he had before, during the raid.

Now with a weapon in hand, the panda bear charged at him and just like before, Wilford went on the defense and quick stepped to dodge every hack and slash attack the panda slashed at him. The panda gave a hard horizontal slash, which Wilford ducked, and the blade embedded itself in a tall metal vat.

A steady stream of clear liquid with an awful smell was pouring into a mixing tube of what looked like cloudy blue mop water.

The panda tried retracting his machete out of the silver canister, with no luck. This was Wilford's chance. He side stepped as he punched right and left on the panda. Wilford started with the panda's ribs and moving up his body. It was ribs, side step, chest, side step, then up at the Panda's face. With one good punch, the panda drooled blood and wobbled on his feet till he collapsed, knocking over a flimsy table and diving into the tube of mercy blue mop water.

The panda being too big for a small tube, his feet stuck out and half his body was submerged. His head bobbed up and down as the stream of clear liquid splashed on his face.

The rookie kit was coming to and getting to his feet. Wilford rushed over, made sure he was fine and not hurt in any way. He told the kit to go get the panda out of that tube and cuff him. The kit ran over and fished the Panda out of the tube.

The panda was cuffed and brought to his feet by the rookie kit. The panda took two steps before he went into a ferocious fit. He twisted and jerked his body, as he gave a low growl sound. With a loud, 'SNAP!' the panda shattered the cuffs behind him, grabbed ahold of the rookie by the collar and tossed him toward Wilford.

Wilford helped the rookie kit to his feet and turned toward the panda. Something was not right. The panda simply stood there, growling and heavy breathing. He did not move or say a word. His fur dripped wet, his eyes were a mixture of sickly red and yellow. The veins in his muscles started pumping blood hard. Watching the panda stand there, it was like his mind went somewhere else. Wilford and the kit drew out their tranq-guns from their holsters.

"Listen, pal," Wilford called out to the panda. "It's over. The rest of your buddies are all rounded up outside. If you come with me, I'll personally walk you out and to the back of a police cruiser instead of being shoved into the back of a riot van with everyone else. And listen, I don't know if journalist and photographers are out there yet, but pictures of you walking out is going to make you look good in court, rather than pictures of you being dragged out tranquilized. Do you understand?" The panda bear did not answer. Wilford wasn't sure the panda was even listening. "Okay," Wilford said. "You were given fair warning." Wilford raised and aimed his tranq-gun, and the rookie kid followed suit. He took in a deep breath as the panda gave a dead stare.

Wilford and the rookie fired their tranq-guns. Five darts hit the panda target. One to the panda's left arm, two to the chest, one in the gut, and the last one in the panda's right leg. Any second, the panda would drop unconscious like a ton of bricks.

The panda bear stared at the tranq in his left arm. He suddenly grabbed the tranq dart and pulled it out of his arm. He raised it up to the light and looked back down toward Wilford. The panda bear closed his hand around the dart so hard Wilford could hear the cracking of the glass. The panda opened his hand and let all the little shards of glass fall to the ground. He ripped the other tranq darts out of his body and tossed them, broken, to the ground. He growled an angry growl and started marching toward them.

Wilford quickly holstered his tranq-gun and ran over to where he'd left his batons. The rookie kit shot several more times, not knowing what else to do as he backed away quickly. With both batons in hand, Wilford ran over to give a double blow at the panda. Wilford swung from multiple directions and the panda dodged them all, moving faster than he did before. He gave a hard swing with his right baton, and what happened next he could not fathom.

As Wilford's baton went for a striking blow, the panda stuck out his hand and caught the baton flying towards him. Wilford looked stunned. That move should have broken the panda's hand. Wilford looked at the panda, who stared with dead eyes. The panda moved his hand and Wilford could hear and see the steel baton being bent to the panda's will. The panda rammed his fist into the center of Wilford's chest making him fly backwards. Wilford could feel that the panda had made a fist-sized dent in his ballistic vest. The rookie kit was there behind him helping him up.

Wilford got back up on his feet. The panda took Wilford's steel baton and bent it with ease into a "U" shape. The panda dropped the baton where it 'clattered' and 'clanged' when hitting the floor. He took a heavy step forward, like in Wilford's comics, were a villain emerges after a horrible freak accident.

Wilford spread out his arms, making sure the rookie kit was behind him. With the other baton in his left hand, Wilford reached back like a pitcher and flung the baton at the panda. The baton hurled through the air like a knife.

This did not phase the panda as he stuck out his hand and caught the baton mid-air. He even decided to return the favor and fling the baton right back at Wilford.

Wilford grabbed the rookie kit and ducked as the steel baton flew right over them and pierced the concrete wall. "Chief Bogo," he yelled into his shoulder radio. "This is Sergeant Wilford, calling for Chief Bogo, do you copy?"

"I copy you Sergeant," came Bogo's voice from the radio.

"I have a hostile still in the warehouse and I'm asking permission to go lethal. The perpetrator has been tranquilized several times to no effect and is too aggressive to take down. I am asking for your permission, Chief, to show and if needed, lethal force?" There was a silence that felt too long for Wilford's comfort. He didn't take his eyes off the panda. Him and the rookie kit took slow steps backward for every step forward the panda made.

"Chief Bogo to Sergeant Wilford," said the chief through his walkie-talkie. "You have permission to go lethal, over." That was the green light he needed.

He un-holstered his 357 mag revolver. Wilford pointed his revolver and cocked back the hammer. He pointed it straight up at the panda, who didn't even react to the gun in his face. It was like his mind had left his body, making it into some unresponsive shell. "I've given you more than enough warnings," Wilford said. "This is your last chance. Face down on the floor, hands behind your back, and I won't have to do this... Please" Wilford said, begging the panda.

The panda did not respond. He instead put his hand under one of the tables and flipped it all the way over where the contents of the table were scattered across the floor.

"Goddamnit," Wilford said with disappointment. Him and the rookie kit still taking steps backward. Soon there would be no more room for them to step back. Most cops would be quick to draw their gun and fire on this panda. Not to Wilford. To him it felt like a superhero's defeat, when the villain has finally gotten the better of the hero.

The gun started to shake as he squeezed the trigger. 'BLAM!' Wilford couldn't help but close his eyes as the blast of fire shot out the end of his barrel. Opening his eyes back up he saw the panda and the large bullet hole in the right side of his chest. What Wilford didn't like seeing was that the panda was still on his two feet after a shot like that. Looking at where he shot his target, there didn't seem to be any blood, none. The panda took two fingers and stuck them straight into his bullet wound. When he pulled them out, his blood dripped black like motor oil. The panda took one look at Wilford and took off running.

Wilford went into pursuit of the panda. He couldn't believe what this panda was doing. Wilford got on his walkie-talkie. "This is Sargent Wilford in pursuit of an extremely dangerous hostile, making his way outside the warehouse! Over!"

"Copy that Sarg. We are at the stairs, ready to intercept him. Over."

"No! He's not going down the stairs! He's exiting through the-!" Before Wilford could finish his words, the muscular panda jumped straight through the window. Two floors high and the perp takes the fastest way down. Through the goddamn window.

Skye was still in the bushes and watched everything unfold through her night-vision scope. Jack moved out of location to meet up with Chief Bogo. Seeing if there was anything of importance that the ZBI needed to confiscate. The loud shatter of glass made her zoom her scope on a panda jumping through the window as far out as he can. She watched the panda fall and land on the ground, as if it did not hurt him, and shards of the glass window rain down upon him.

"Skye are you there?" came the voice of Jack from her walkie-talkie.

"Yes, I'm here," Skye said.

"We have a hostile perp, who has jumped through a window. If you're still attached to your rifle, we need you to have eyes on him. And if he's not dead you have to take him out for good, under the order of possible hostility towards you or those around you. Do you understand... Skye, do you understand."

"Ye- yes, I understand. Situation being taken care of." Skye said, a little hesitant.

She didn't like the thought of all this sudden serious pressure put on her shoulders.

Skye retracted the bolt on her rifle. She took out the tranq dart to replace it with a lethal caliber. She grabbed at the three on her left shoulder strap. Something was wrong, she was having trouble trying to pull only one out. With a hard jerk she pulled two bullets out. One clinched tight in her hand, and the other dropped to the muddy swamp ground. She tried putting the bullet in the rifle chamber, but she became too hasty, so when she closed the rifle's bolt, the uneven bullet jumped out of the latch and fell to the ground. She gave a harsh swear under her breath. Skye grabbed the last bullet she had from her strap. She took in a deep breath and loaded the bullet properly. Closing the rifle bolt and taking aim.

Skye aimed at her target, who was now on the move. Only a few more feet and the prep will be out of her scopes range. She tries lining up her crosshairs with the perp who was still moving. If she waited any longer, he'd be out of sight. Skye took her aim and fired.

The rifle jumped and kicked back once fired. Skye took to her scope to see if her target was down. He wasn't.

The perp was still moving forward. She had aimed a little too high, only grazing the top of the panda's head. Skye took her eyes off the scope and rammed her head down hard onto the butt of the rifle. Failure, that's what this was. Failure, and failure is not permitted within the walls of this house, Skye thought back as a child and the discipline her father would belittle her with, every time she did not succeed.

Nala and Judy ran around the corner to where the perp had jumped out of the window. Turning the corner, there he was. An unstoppable panda that was like out of a scifi-action movie. He even walked like the robot in that old movie, where a robot is sent back in time to kill someone before she is pregnant with the future leader. A huge mammal with too many muscles to count and nothing on earth to stop him.

The panda took notice of a large jagged shard of glass sticking out of his arm. The panda grabbed the glass shard and pulled it from his arm. Now he was walking with it in hand towards Nala and Judy.

Nala and Judy take up arms with their Beretta. They gave the bear a chance to halt and surrender, but he seems to not compute in his robot-like stance, because he kept marching forward. Nala and Judy opened fire on the panda. bullets pierced his arms, legs, and chest, but it did not seem to stop him, only slow him down. They did not know what to do.

"Rock, Hopps, move!" came the loud booming voice of Chief Bogo from behind them. Chief Bogo pushed the two girls aside, moving in between them. In the Chief's hands he was holding his modern Zeliska .600 in his hands. Chief Bogo took up aim and fired. 'BAM!' The revolver boomed like the sound of an artillery cannon and made a small cannon ball size hole in the panda's chest. The terrorizing robot-like panda finally stopped walking and stood there. It was a second or two before the panda started falling backwards, hitting the ground dead.

Nala and Judy, with their ears covered, looked up, upon their Chief. The Zeliska had thick white smoke swirling out of its barrel. Bogo holstered the weapon back under his arm. "There," Bogo said to Nala and Judy. "Let me know if he gets back up from that" he said and walked off.

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(AN: And that brings an to Side Effects, but there is still one more chapter to go through before being clean of this warehouse. I hope you all have enjoyed this new chapter, if not let me know in the comments. Till next time.)