(AN: This chapter takes place pretty fast after the last one. I will say there is so much mystery to what Wilford went through, but it's Judy in this chapter that I really love. I wrote her part over a month ago, and suddenly we are having police open fire rubber bullets into peaceful protesters. What Judy displays in this chapter is something a lot of police officers need to keep in mind.

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Withdrawal:

Staring up at the night sky, were the cold dead eyes of the panda bear. He was moved and placed in a body bag. The morticians, for the city of Zootopia, zipped up the bag, and placed the body bag on a medical cart to be rolled out.

Two mammals in white Zootopia Scene Investigators, ZSI, outfits strolled over to the mortician van. With a quick lift the wheels folded upward, they place the panda inside the back area of the van and closed the doors. With one of the ZSI members that placed the panda in the back, gave a loud fisted pound on the back of the door, signaling the driver that he was clear to go.

Wilford sat on the back of an ambulance, watching as the mortician van drove out. He could not help but wonder, and hope, that the panda was really dead and would not come back to life while riding in the back. Something that would be seen in old horror movies.

The paramedics were trying to strip Wilford out of his jacket and ballistic vest. Every movement he made, caused pain. He told them to just snip off his vest and help him with his jacket, he felt no energy in him to do things by himself.

The medics were trying to get to Wilford's chest where the panda gave him a powerful punch. They wanted to make sure that nothing was broken or seriously damaged. Wilford whenced in pain with every movement getting his jacket off. He told the medics to cut his white muscle shirt off, which, when done, a red spot of blood was shown in the center of his chest. Wilford did not know what the paramedics were doing by touching, feeling, patting his chest but, he had hope in them.

Judy and Nala came up to see him. Wilford yelped at the stinking pain of an alcohol pad being applied where his skin had broke and his fur was red.

"Ahhh," Nala mocked. "Look at the little bitch cry after getting a boo-boo."

"Little Bitch!" Wilford cried. He swept up his ballistic vest and started to pull it apart to get to the center. In the center was the metal plate meant to stop bullets. Instead the metal plate had the dented out line of the panda's fist. "You would have gotten knocked on your ass to if you were hit with a punch like that!" Wilford steamed.

"I'll admit, that is a hell of a punch," Judy said.

"Ha" Wilford laughed. "I'm sure in your small stature, you would've explode everywhere." He reached back to grab what was really interesting to him. It was his baton that got bent into a "U" shape. "How many mammals do you know that can bend a sold steel rod, like that?" He hands off the baton to Judy to look in "awe" at the device and passes it to Nala.

"What the hell happened up there?" Judy asked

It was good question? One that Wilford did not know. Was it because he tossed the panda into that tube of cloudy blue water? If there was any trace of Night Howlers, that very well explain the out of world strength that the panda gained, but not much for anything else. Wilford remembers the Night Howlers case, and how it turned every animal savage. But, the panda was not turning savage, he was turned into something completely... different.

Wilford shrugged his shoulders. "Your guess is as good as mine," Wilford said. "It was like half-way through fighting, he became some kind-of zombie Frankenstein monster. Two times more powerful and didn't respond to pain. Come to think of it, he didn't respond to anything. As if the lights were on, but nobody was home. You get me?" Judy nodded her head.

"Well, hopefully the scene investigators can take things from here" Nala said. "And I'll bet once Basil gets a look at that body, he's going to have a field day coming up with so many hypotheses to what actually happened."

The paramedics finished with Wilford. They said, come tomorrow he's going to be feeling a lot of pain. Give it a day or two and the wound will start to feel fine. They offered to look at Judy's shoulder from when she rammed into the water heater. Wanting to make sure she did not need any bandages or cast for her arm. Wilford heard the loud boom of his name being called.

Chief Bogo went around, making sure everything was going by procedure. Even the ones he hated, such as Internal Affairs. Since four of ZPD's finest are all confessing to firing upon a criminal subject, leading to his/her death, Internal Affairs job was to look into it. Can't blame them for doing their job. It anything it was more annoying to have to deal with. They had to confiscate all weapons for the officers that took fire. Wilford did not mind. He would be getting his fire arm back in a day or two. However, when they went to retrieve Chief Bogo's firearm, he stood firm and said, "by all means, come and take it." Looking at the huge frightening stature of Chief Bogo, they agreed they would come and get it later, to which everyone standing behind Bogo laughed.

Towards the back of the large crowd of vehicles, Skye found a large milk carton box to sit on. She held her rifle between her legs with the barrel pointed up. She could not help but grieve at her own failure. The whole scene replayed in her head over and over again. How she dropped the first bullet. How she inserted the second bullet incorrectly and made it fly out before she could close the rifle's bolt. How when she finally puts a bullet in the right way, she became jittery and fired at her target too fast, or perhaps too slow, she did not know. The only thing Skye knew was how much she screwed up. She let the barrel of the rifle hit her hard against her forehead. "It's what I deserve for failing," she said. She could hear her father's voice. 'Failure is not allowed here, within these walls.'

"Skye," Jack said, concern in his voice. The video cycle of tonight's events playing in Skye's head, ended when Jack called her name and snapped his fingers in front of her. "Hey, you okay?" Skye only nodded her head. "Well," Jack went on saying. "I was able to confiscate these evidence bags of papers and files they were trying to burn during the raid. Most of its salvageable, should be able to find something worthy." Skye did not hear a word Jack was saying. She was back to replaying her failure in her head over and over again. "Okay, something is defiantly up with you. What's going on?"

Skye looked up at Jack, tears in her eyes and running down her face. "I screwed up," she finally admitted. "I screwed up... the moment that I'm needed and I screw up. I couldn't aim, or properly hold my rifle, I couldn't even load a Goddamn bullet properly." She cried, wiping away snot and tears from her face. She did as before and whacked herself in the forehead with the barrel of her rifle. Jack grabbed the barrel to stop her.

"Hey, hey," Jack said, with calm and comfort in his voice. "You didn't screw up. You did everything you were told to do. If your talking about the gunning down of that panda, that was a fluke. A one in a million fluke. Not even the ZPD have the answers to what happened."

Skye wailed through her tears. "But, what if he had gotten away? Or worse, hurt someone because I screwed up the one thing I'm suppose to be good at?"

"None of which happened." Jack said, kneeling down eye level to her. "None of that happened. Besides, hitting a target through a scope isn't the reason you were hired into the ZBI. Its because of everything else you bring to the table. Everything that the guys at headquarters can't do if there life depended on it."

A smile started to appear across her face. Sounds of laughter she made as she looked upon Jack and his mud caked suit. "You look like you shat your pants" she said, and laughed.

"Look at that," Jack said. "One second back to her old self and I suddenly become the target of all her jokes." The both smile and laugh hard with one another.

"Thank you, Jack" Skye said, still a few tears running down her face. Not from being sad, but from laughing too hard.

The moment was interrupted by an SUV that had ZBI plastered on the side and its lights flashing. Jack helped wipe the tears from her face. She blew her nose clean and steadied herself.

Jack and Skye stood at attention, knowing perfectly well who was in the SUV. The vehicle came to a stop and the door swung wide open. Stepping out of the car was Director M of the ZBI. He wore his usual black shirt and tie, as if it was the only clothes he owned. More colors of gray and white where faint on his moose fur and whiskers over the years. Before he could take a single step, he went into a coughing fit. He leaned against the car for support and tried to muffle his coughs using a large white handkerchief to cover his mouth. Director M waited until his coughing fit was done before approaching Jack and Skye.

"Director," Jack said. He wanted to sound punctual in front of the moose. "I am happy to report that, thanks to the ZPD, we have acquired some possible good information." Jack held up the sealed evidence bags filled with papers.

Director M snatched the bags from Jack's hand and looked at the front and back of the bags, as he hoped there was more to it. "An entire warehouse of criminal activity and all you retrieved was this?" Director M asked, as he sounded not too pleased with the results.

"Well, no..." Jack said a bit confused. "With help from the ZPD, we have succeeded in rescuing several slave labors."

Skye jumped in, as to support Jack's briefing. "And if just one of them happens to have come from over seas. Then we can warrant a federal charge on every single one of them, sir. A federal charge on top of everything else, they'll be begging for some plea deal."

"There's lots of cooking equipment inside," Jack said. "We are having the ZSI properly gather the equipment and bring it to a ZBI evidence warehouse."

Director M was still turning the evidence bags filled with files. The look on his face showed no expression of satisfaction. "Director M," Jack spoke out. "Those files in that bag were trying to be burned once the raid started. If there's anything of major importance, it will be in there."

Director M gave a stern look and nodded his head. "Lets hope you're right Agent Savage" Director M said. Without warning, Director M slapped the evidence bags into Jack's hands, almost letting a few slip and fall to the ground. "Let me know what major important thing on those files are, in the in the morning." Director M said. Morning? It already was close to midnight. "Go back to the holding area that was set up for the two of you and get to work."

The set up area, Director M spoke of, was a simple condo apartment close to Precinct 1 of Zootopia. It was nothing like Skye's grand hotel luxury sweet they had when they first start this long and tedious case. All the apartment had was a cramped small kitchen, a carpeted living area that now contained different case files and possible suspect leads, with a small TV and couch, a shower tube bathroom, and two sleeping areas. But, Jack and Skye decided best to take one of the beds and pair it up with the other bed to form one grand King size bed and share the company together, while using the other room for storage. There would be occasion were Skye was feeling extra adventurist and frisky, she would have him and her stay in the luxury sweet hotel room. Though, with Skye's money, she could afford to live in that luxury room for the past two years. Doing so, painted an image that was very unpleasing to her. Being a daddy's girl and living in luxury while her fellow agents make due with what they have. The whole agency would quickly resent her. The small condo apartment was better. Made her fell more normal.

"Oh. And agent Jack..." Directory M stopped to turn around and call out as he was half way to his car. Jack stood at attention in hopes of some praise from Directory M. "Be sure to take a shower and change your clothes. You look like you just shat yourself" Director M said, referring to Jack's mud caked pants. "That goes for both of you." Jack and Skye held back their laughter till the Director was out of ear shot.

As Director M walked back to his car, another coughing fit started. He covered his mouth with the rage, trying to contain this vicious cough. He coughed so hard, he lost his balance and had to hold on to the car again for support. It felt as if his lungs forcefully pushing all the air out of his body and started to hurt. It hurt so much that a tear or two rolled down his cheek. Getting himself and his cough under control, Director M pulled the rag away and took in a big breath of air. Looking down at the rag, he could see large spots of pink phlegm. Everyday the spots get a little bigger, every day. Director M, gathered himself up, got into the car and drove away.

Looking around, Judy saw the ZSI mammals go to work. They marked everything essential as evidence, they took pics of the crime scene, and bag anything of importance. It was a relief that she did not have to participate in bagging and marking all evidence rather going through a raid like that. She would never take the ZSI members for granted. She was pleased seeing everyone due their part, and felt like thanking them.

Judy, got on her shoulder radio. "Well Chief, I don't know about anybody else, but looks like we pulled off one of best cheese and crackers raids ever. Hostages rescued unscathed, minor injuries to few, every prep locked up and headed to be booked at the precinct, and no one was harmed..." Judy realized what she had said and retracted on her statement. "Except for that panda you blew apart with your canon" a few mammals in the crowd laughed. "Everyone is okay."

"Sargent Hopps, Priderock, and Wilford," Chief Bogo spoke over his walkie-talkie. "You three performed well and beyond. Trusted each other, trusted your team, and put yourself at risk for those in need. Well done."

Everyone one around her, started to applauded her victory. Wilford, who was right next to her, held up her hand like the victor in a boxing match. Someone from the crowd blew a loud horse-like raspberry in disgust and claiming her to be nothing but lucky. The applauding crowd came to a slow die, and Wilford lowered her hand.

"I'm sorry," Judy said, hoping whoever it was would speak up and present themselves. A zebra in the crowd stepped forward, not afraid to repeat what he said.

"You were just lucky," the zebra said. "We all know where you got the idea to pull that stupid little stunt of yours. Something out of the playbook of that ex-traitorous-fox-cop-bastard partner of yours." The zebra said.

Judy did not know why he would use horrible words to describe their victory of the night. "And what would you have suggested I do? Raid the warehouse, bottom to the top? And hope more than half of us make it out alive?" Judy said.

"Oh please, don't over exaggerate. We would all have come out fine," the zebra said to justify his words.

"And what about the hostages?" Judy asked, trying to hold back her anger. "They're just expendable to you? Listen Officer Cynical," she did not know his real name, but that name seemed to fit. "Maybe you should find a dictionary and take a look at your badge. Find the definition of each one of those words so you can actually understand what the duties of being a cop are."

"Listen, if your little stunt had gone wrong, then all of us would be dead. Including yourself" the zebra said. Judy had a look of disgust on her face, hearing the zebra talk. As much as Judy tries to be considerate of the two sides of a mammal's opinion, It was hard for her to bit her tongue. "No offense sarge," the zebra continued. "But your kit already has a dead beat for a dad, I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to add a dead mom to the list."

Like the straw that broke the camels back, that was the last draw of Judy's patience and could not take any more horrid insults. She ripped the cord out of her radio and like a hard fast ball, threw it at the zebra's face where it shattered into a million little pieces. "Crazy Bitch!" the zebra cried.

Judy wanted to rush and tackle the zebra. Nala quickly grabbed the back of her collar to stop her. Rest of the officers jumped in-between the two, pushing each back. Judy demanded to be let go, so she can smash and beat the zebra's face. The zebra could be heard in the distance, still shouting swears.

It took a moment or two to calm Judy down. Nala promised her that that damn zebra will be on parking duty till he's dead. Judy turned away, having Nala let go, so she could walk away to the farthest vehicle to lean behind. As she walked, her rage and anger turned to tears that ran down her face. She tried to compose herself, even now she has to look strong in front of the other officers.

Judy pulled the necklace holding her and Nick's wedding rings, and a locket between the wedding rings. Opening, and looking inside the locket was a picture of a baby fox. She gave a small cry of joy seeing the bady fox in the picture. He looked a lot like Nick, only with bigger ears and gray fur.

God, thinking about Nick only stierd the feelings inside her. Oh how great it would be to go to the prison tomorrow, take Nick, and bring him home as if none of this ever happened.

From her pocket Judy pulled out a cellphone. It did not take long to find the number she was looking for. Marian, Nick's mother and grandmother to his son. The dial tone beeped three times before being answered. She wanted to cry again hearing Marian's voice. "Hey Marian. I'm calling to see how he's doing? Can I talk to him? Unless he's asleep don't bother, I don't want to wake him... Hey baby," Judy said with smooth and comfort. "How are you enjoying grandma's? Well, I'll be there soon to pick you up, okay. Mommy's got to get back to work now." The last words spoken before having to hang up the phone were, "I love you too, Archer."

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(AN: This last chapter does close the events for the rest of the warehouse raid. So once we look at this chapter there are three big things being focused. The first is what that was that Wilford Went through, and what it was that turned that panda into unstoppable killing machine. Hopefully Basil will give us a more sounding answer after performing an autopsy at the precinct. Meanwhile, when get a small glimpse into the past abuse Skye took from her father. The question is how bad does it effect her? I believe though, that will with Jack's help she might be okay, maybe. Is something wrong with Director M? Last is how Judy. No matter how good or great she is at her job, she will always have that fear of something happening and never seeing Archer or Nick ever again. It's a hard thing to know and feel as one does their job.

In the next chapter we finally witness leaving prison and takes his first steps into society. Only to hope in a car to meet his potential future boss for the first time. First impressions are a major thing, but hopefully he'll be thrown soft ball questions. In the next chapter: "A Simple 'yes' Or 'no' question."