(A/N: Alright, here we go, next chapter. The mystery is beginning to unravel and we're finally getting some long awaited answers. With Nick and Judy hard on the case, let's see what they can figure out about Miles, and if they can stop him. But before we get started, I also want to say that today I also dropped a short Puss In Boots one-shot in case anyone is interested. For now, let's get to the next chapter.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is just a novelization of a fan-film. All credit for the story and its original characters belongs to Mauricio Velazco/Browntable.
Chapter 11: In Style
"May 1999," Nick read aloud as Healy dropped down another pile of papers amongst the many the two of them were already going through.
After making the connection between Miles Walker and Liam Margarine, they had been hard at work to find any official evidence to link the two of them together. The picture of young Liam resembling Miles was a promising lead, but it wasn't concrete enough to say for sure that they were indeed the same person.
They needed to find something more substantial. Hopefully Judy would be able to get enough of a confirmation from Mrs. Shell to prove that Miles was Liam, but in case it wasn't enough, Nick needed to find out what he could here.
"Walker's scum," Healy grumbled, bringing Nick out of his thoughts. "I want to avenge my partner. He was my best friend." Nick glanced at him, and Healy closed his eyes regretfully. "You know what it's like to lose a partner, a friend."
Nick didn't answer, but he couldn't help but feel like he and Healy had more in common other than simply being foxes. Yes, he knew what it was like to lose a best friend. It wasn't the same as having them killed, but Judy walking out of his life, even for only a few days, had been pure agony. And she had been so much more than his best friend.
Returning his attention to the records, he began going through them again until his phone rang, and he glanced at who was calling. Seeing that it was Clawhauser, he answered it, hoping for some good news. "Claw, what is it? Fur sample?"
"I forgot to tell you, yes we did!" the cheetah exclaimed happily. "It came back a 100 percent match for a… Tim Mon, a meerkat that lives in Sahara Square. We caught him and he's been detained since about an hour ago."
Nick's eyes widened and he became hopeful. "Y-You actually caught the meerkat that assaulted Mrs. Shell? And he's at the ZPD?"
"Yes! He is!"
It took a few moments for Nick to process this, but once it registered, he let out a laugh of relief. "That's great, Clawhauser, but, listen, I gotta call you back, buddy, I'm a little busy."
With renewed enthusiasm, he went back to his research. Snatching up a newspaper, he began reading as Healy looked over his shoulder to read along with him.
"Aaand, first one, May third, 1999," he read aloud. "Fire starts at Margarine home, one survivor who's left traumatized. Come on, anything else? Come on, come on, come on… May tenth… Liam. Liam, there you are. Liam, the sole survivor was…" his eyes widened as he read the words on the page, "abused… by his… probably his family… H-He was abused when he was younger, a-and sent to an… sent to Zootopia Mental Health for further treatment."
Suddenly, it clicked, and he shared an understanding look with Healy as he muttered, "It's no longer Bunnyborrow!" He rolled up the newspaper and motioned for Healy to follow him. "Savannah Central! Come on, we gotta get out of here!"
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"Officer Hopps, is everything all right?" Mr. Shell asked as Judy and Blanston entered the room. "These two nice officers were watching over my wife, but it seems they've… left. Is everything ok?"
Judy hesitated for a few moments, wondering how much she should tell the armadillo. To tell him too much could risk putting him in danger as well. "Yeah. I'm here to talk to your wife. May you give us a moment?"
Mr. Shell stared at her for a few moments before glancing at his wife questioningly. She gave him a nod and he stood up and left the room. Judy waited until he was gone before slowly approaching Mrs. Shell's bedside, and the armadillo gave her a smile.
Judy's heart went out to the old woman. She shouldn't have had to have gone through all this. In fact, she shouldn't be involved with this any more than she already was, but Judy needed answers. If Mrs. Shell did know the truth about Miles, then she was going to have to ask her about him, bringing up painful memories and possibly risk putting her in more potential danger.
But if she didn't, then more people might get hurt, maybe even die. Healy had been absolutely terrified when he spoke about Miles, which suggested that he had something horrible planned. She really had no choice but to ask.
Knowing it was part of the armadillo's culture, Judy took a deep breath and bowed down to her. "Please, tell me everything," she begged desperately. "Everything you know about your attack and it's connection with Miles Walker."
Mrs. Shell closed her eyes and was silent for a few moments before speaking. "You know about Walker?"
It was phrased as a question, but it was enough to provide an answer to some of Judy's questions. "So he is involved in your assault?"
"Dear," Mrs. Shell said gently, "my assault is not what's important. It's never been important."
"What do you mean?" Judy asked, not understanding what she meant.
Mrs. Shell let out a sigh. "I met Miles Walker when he began to volunteer at the shelter. He took a liking to me, and we actually became close friends. I showed him some of my architectural designs and he decided to hire me to design a new homeless shelter."
Yes, Judy remembered seeing them. "Those were the plans we found at your office."
Mrs. Shell simply nodded in acknowledgement. "Eventually, it gets built. Walker's construction of the shelter would gain him a large amount of votes, which he eventually got. One night, I overheard him talking to this sheep at his office. They had a plan in mind."
That must have been Mike, Healy's boss, the prey fanatic. "What did you hear?" she asked, a feeling of dread coiling in her gut.
A look of profound sadness crossed the armadillo's face. "The only reason Walker built a shelter in the rainforest district was to get rid of all the homeless."
Judy's eyes widened at the ominous statement. "What do you mean by 'getting rid of the homeless'? The shelter's there to house them. Isn't it?"
Mrs. Shell gave Judy a serious look. "Walker acts like he loves the homeless, but he hates them. He worked up a plan with the sheep, that when he's mayor, he'll release ex-assistant mayor Bellwether from prison, but only if the sheep gets rid of all the homeless animals in Zootopia."
That dreadful feeling in Judy's gut grew to near-panic. "By get rid of… you mean kill?"
"I can only assume. What other way can his plan end?"
No, this couldn't be. Could Miles truly be that deranged? Had he truly done all of this, built a homeless shelter, get himself elected mayor, just to get Mike's help in killing all the homeless in return for releasing Bellwether? Did his hatred truly run that deep? Was he really that crazy?
"Wait a second…" she said slowly. "So you're saying Walker is going to execute this plan… at the shelter?"
Mrs. Shell closed her eyes and nodded. "Yes."
"Oh, sweet cheese and crackers!" Judy gasped, looking out the window. "They're moving all the homeless animals there tonight!" She stuck her head out of the room. "Brandon!"
"Blanston," the badger corrected.
"Whatever," she said impatiently as she walked over to him. "You need to fill me in on what's going on with you. Who are you?"
He reached up and adjusted his cap. "Alright. I'm only going to say this once, so pay attention, alright. I work for the ZI6, The secret Intelligence Service. A while ago, Mrs. Shell called us for assistance. It's what she had discovered about Miles Walker. The fact that she called the ZI6 instantly made her more dangerous than could have been expected. She contacted me. I told her to find evidence, and when this was discovered, she was attacked at her home. Luckily, she's a touch armadillo."
"He's going to kill the homeless," Judy told him, still not understanding Miles' reasoning or hatred. "Why?"
The badger sighed. "This is all terrible. No one knows for sure. All I know for sure is that Mrs. Shell is weak. She's a huge target, and she needs to be protected. You need to get over to that shelter. I'm going to stay here and guard her."
Judy narrowed her eyes at him. "Isn't this your problem, Blanston."
"It was," he acknowledged. "Keeping Mrs. Shell safe is my problem. Stopping Walker is now yours."
He was right, she was ZPD, even if she was technically fired. Stopping evil psychos like Miles was her job, and she was going to do it. Plus, she had a score to settle with him.
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"You can't give me anything?" Nick asked in disbelief.
After he and Healy had made their way to the new location of the Zootopia Mental Health Center, he had used his cop status, which he technically no longer had, to demand an emergency meeting with the head doctor, but so far, the koala that had met him was being very uncooperative, even after Nick had explained the situation to him.
"Did Liam Margarine come in here for treatment, yes," the doctor confirmed. "What happened during that treatment, I can't tell you. It's patient-doctor confidentiality, officer. You can't just make assumptions. I can't do anythi–"
"Listen to me!" Nick interrupted impatiently. "I have reason to believe that your patient could cause harm to not just one person, but multiple people. And I get it, you helped Miles Walker. Yes, I know his name is Miles Walker, and I know you thought you helped his mental state, but he's not well."
The doctor was silent for a few moments before saying, "Listen, I know nothing of a Miles Walker, and if I did, I…" he trailed off and sighed heavily, "I can't, sir. I could lose my job. I hope you can understand."
Yes, Nick understood very well. By law, the doctor wasn't allowed to reveal anything about his patients without their permission, but Nick knew for a fact that the doctor knew more than what he was letting on. Claiming he didn't know the new mayor of Zootopia, he wasn't buying it, the koala was obviously just playing dumb to try and avoid having to give out any information on Liam.
Fortunately, as a man of the law, Nick knew some legal tricks. "Listen, patient confidentiality is not absolute. If there's a reason to suspect danger can befall someone, then-then you can tell me."
But the doctor just shook his head. "I'm sorry, I–"
"Oh, forget this," Healy growled, getting to his feet. And then before Nick could do anything to stop him, he grabbed the doctor by the jacket and yanked him forward. "Tell us what we want to know, or so help me, I will tear you in two!"
"Ok, wait! Ok, wait!" the doctor cried fearfully.
Nick quickly pushed himself between Healy and the doctor. "Will you stop it!" He rubbed his head in frustration. "You idiot! We can't use him now!" At the arctic fox's annoyed, questioning look, he explained, "If someone's being threatened, they'll say anything."
"But I–" Healy began.
"Stay out of this."
"But I–"
"Stay out of it!"
The sound of Nick's phone ringing brought an end to the argument, and Nick growled in annoyance as he pulled it out, seeing Judy's name and picture on the caller ID.
"Hello, Judy, what?" he asked, trying to calm himself down.
"Nick, it's Walker," she said, sounding panicked.
Perfect timing. He put the phone on speaker so the doctor could hear as he asked, "It is? For certain?"
"I have Mrs. Shell's confession. The proof is in Walker's new shelter. The new Feeding Zootopia Shelter in the rainforest district."
"Ok, ok," he replied. "I'm on my way. Ok?"
He hung up and looked at the doctor, hoping the severity of the situation would get through to him. And to his credit, the doctor did seem to be reconsidering things, though he still looked very hesitant.
"I can give you the information you need," he finally said. "But… this is just that… I could lose… everything."
Nick could understand that, and he was willing to see about granting the doctor whatever immunity he needed if it meant getting the information he needed. "I promise you, there's a threat. And I promise, I will stop it."
The doctor hesitated for a few more moments before taking a deep breath. "Liam Margarine came in young, troubled, and scared. He was a delicate patient. He burned down his farm and killed his family after his father… well, they had a conflict. His father was a drunk. Always hit him, always argued."
Yes, that was tragic, truly it was, but Nick didn't have time to feel sympathetic right now, lives were at stake. "Why'd he change his name to Miles Walker?"
"Well, through the years he improved, and he became a different person. He said he knew what he had to do, and was going to do it."
Nick folded his arms as he filled in the blanks on what he assumed the doctor was trying to say. "So he created a new identity and, what, his past was just erased?"
The doctor wobbled his head in a 'sort of' motion. "Well, not erased, just forgotten. As far as the world is concerned, Liam Margarine and Miles Walker are two different people."
So it wasn't just a case of assuming a new identity to hide who he truly was, Miles was using his new identity to run from his past. But was it just a coping mechanism, or did it go further? Did Miles perhaps have a split personality or something? If the guy was as crazy as Healy seemed to think he was and from what he was picking up from the doctor, then it sounded plausible.
"What about the homeless?" he asked, getting to the real problem at hand.
A look of sadness crossed the doctor's face. "When he came in here, he said they were a disease," he explained, looking truly disturbed by what he was saying. "And when he left, he wanted to help them, but…" He sighed remorsefully. "I guess I didn't do a very good job."
Nick studied the heartbroken look on the doctor's face. The koala truly looked miserable, as if he was blaming himself for Miles' actions. His earlier impatience for the doctor's refusal to cooperate vanished. He wasn't just looking out for himself; he truly did have his patients' best interests at heart and was trying to do right by them.
"You seem like a good guy," Nick told him kindly. "I bet you did your best." But that was all the time he had to waste on being sympathetic. "Can I get copies of his time here?"
He glanced behind him to see if Healy had anything to add or questions to ask, only to find that the arctic fox was gone. When had he slipped out? He hadn't even noticed; he'd been too focused on his conversation with the doctor. That was such a rookie mistake.
"Damn it, Healy," he swore under his breath, "where did you go?"
He didn't have time to go chasing after him now; there was a bigger problem at hand. So the moment he got what he needed from the doctor, he made his way out of the psychiatric center and quickly called Judy to let her know what he had discovered.
"Judy, get ready to listen, 'cause I have a lot of information on Walker," he told her.
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It was raining again, but that was the rainforest district for you. It was actually part of the reason why Miles had chosen to put the homeless shelter here. He considered all the rain to be a sign of the city's filth getting washed away, and he would soon be taking a part in that himself.
All his hard work was going to pay off. He was going to help the animals of this city and make it a better place by getting rid of all the homeless people. Unlike his father, who only ever talked about what he would do about all the useless bums, Miles was actually doing something about it. And with Mike's help, it would soon be taken care of.
All he had to do in return was secure Bellwether's release. A simple enough feat. He could care less if the woman was back on the streets. Let her try and lead her so-called prey revolution by turning everyone against the predators in a bid for power. It's not like she would actually be able to pull it off after having been exposed. And even if she did, what did he have to worry about? He was prey after all.
Well, technically anyway. Figuratively, he was the biggest predatory in the city, about to rid it of countless parasites that were dragging the city down. That put him at the top of the food chain, the apex predatory so to speak. He'd like to see his father try and call him useless now.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mike asked him as they rode in his limo towards their destination. "Tim just got caught by the cops. Now, I know him, he won't spill, but things might start tying back to you."
Miles' eyes narrowed in determination and he stubbornly crossed his arms. "I haven't fought this hard to back off now, Mike. The city needs to be cleansed of its filth."
He knew he was doing the right thing. Bellwether had had it wrong. She'd let her prejudices affect her judgement, just as Mike was doing. It wasn't the predators who were the problem, it was the homeless. Even in the savage days before animals had evolved and became more civilized, there was a balance between predators and prey. Parasites, however, were something different. They were a class all on their own. Disgusting leeches who fed off others without giving anything in return.
Such vile creatures. The only thing you could do for a parasite was exterminate it. The more you fed them, the more their kind would fester, and they would just continue to leech off those around them, bringing ruin to everyone and everything around them. They needed to be stamped out. And once the city didn't need to worry about them anymore, it could focus on things that really mattered, making way to a better and more successful future without the homeless scum to hold them back.
"Alright," Mike replied. "We synthesized the flower into a gas. It's untraceable. My friends are setting it up in the building as we speak."
Miles glared at him. "The entire plan is for you sheep to take the blame."
Mike's tone took on a dangerous edge. "Don't you think I already know the plan?" He began speaking to Miles as if he were a child. "You become mayor, you round up the homeless, you kill them, we take the blame, you release Bellwether. We get Bellwether back, and you rule Zootopia and get rid of its filth. It's a win-win. I'm not a damn idiot."
That Miles wasn't entirely sure of. Mike either was an idiot or he was really that much of an extremist. But then, that's what worked in his favor. He knew he wouldn't be able to pull this off and still maintain his political status. So he needed the sheep to take the blame. It had been the whole reason why he had initially invited Nick and Judy to his fundraiser event, to make it look like he was already in danger. He needed a scapegoat because if animals found out what he was really doing, they would despise him. They would view him as evil, a psychotic murderer.
At least at first. Once they saw the result of his actions, when they realized how much better off they all were without those vermin ruining everything, they would come around. They would see that he'd done the right thing, and they would come to appreciate how he had cleaned up the city for them, he was certain of it.
But even if that were the case, he wouldn't be able to escape the law. And murder was against the law, even if it was for a good cause. The mayor killing off a great number of the city's homeless wouldn't go over well, even when everyone did eventually come to be grateful for what he did. The law was the law after all, and he would be forced to face so-called justice for his actions. He didn't exactly fancy losing all his power and getting locked up again. It was the only reason why he tolerated Mike.
"Now," the sheep in question continued, going over the details again, "while you're giving your speech, we're gonna be filling the room with gas. You're not letting any reporters inside, so it should be a piece of cake."
Yes, it should be. He already had his "escape" planned out. Being such a small, agile animals would work to his benefit, allowing him to get out before he was affected by the Night Howler gas while all the homeless would go mad from it and tear each other apart like the savage creatures they were, destroying themselves like they were destroying the city. And good riddance to them all.
An eager smirk crept up his face at how close he was to achieving his goal. "All right."
"So," Mike muttered, "let's get this done."
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Bogo and Clawhauser looked on from beyond the two-way mirror into the interrogation room where the meerkat, Tim, was being held. Lopez and Myrthil were leading the interrogation after Bogo had called them back to the station after Mrs. Shell had awoken from her coma.
So far, the meerkat hadn't spoken a word since being brought in. Lopez and Myrthil had decided not to go with the cliché good cop, bad cop routine as they stared him down.
"Mr. Mon," Lopez began as he glared at the meerkat with his arms crossed, "we're here to ask you some questions about what happened to Mrs. Shell."
Tim just smirked at them mockingly. "I ain't talking."
Myrthil raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms as well. "Oooooh, ok then, you'll just, you know, rot in prison for years for attacking a poor, defenseless armadillo and robbing her home." He glanced at his partner. "I guess we have nothing to talk about, right, Lopez?"
The wolf nonchalantly shrugged. "I guess so Myrthil."
Rather than looking concerned at the prospect of prison time, Tim just let out a laugh and gave them a pitiful look. "You're too late. You're just too late." He sneered at them. "You can't stop it now."
Bogo's eyes narrowed at the meerkat's lack of cooperation. He still didn't know what all this was about, but he didn't like Tim's confidence and lack of concern at going to prison. It likely meant that something big was going on. Either Tim was so committed to his cause, whatever it was, that he was willing to take the fall, or he was more afraid of whoever else was involved and would rather go to jail rather than risk angering them for talking.
Neither option sounded appealing, and he wasn't entirely sure which one was worse. What exactly was it that Tim and whoever he was working with were planning? And what did he mean that they were too late? There had been no reports of anything suspicious happening in the city, no more so than usual anyway. What exactly was the meerkat's plan?
"Bogo!"
The chief blinked as he was brought out of his thoughts and turned to see Nick running up to him. "Wilde, excited to get fired I see."
Ignoring the comment, Nick rushed up to him with a file in his hands that had MARGARINE L. written on it. "Bogo, listen for a second. You're not going to get anything from him." He held up the file. "Miles Walker is Liam Margarine. When he was twelve, 1999, he burned down his farm and killed his family because his-his father abused him. And after all that, he was sent to a mental hospital–"
"Wilde," Bogo interrupted irritably, "right now we're interrogating a suspect in the case of Mrs. Shell. And now you come at me with information on Miles Walker?"
He rubbed his forehead in frustration, unable to believe that Nick was trying to dump this on him right now. He had too much to deal with as it was. He understood that Nick had a grudge against the new mayor, and a very justified one too. After all, the rabbit had publicly exposed and humiliated both him and Judy, which had led to Nick and Judy breaking up, and then Miles demanded that he fire them both. So of course Nick would be angry with Miles; who wouldn't be after the rabbit had done all that?
But to try and dig up dirt on the guy, and then to come forward with a bunch of wild accusations while they were in the middle of an investigation, it just wasn't appropriate. Bogo had actually thought better of Nick than this, despite his hang-ups about the fox.
"I am sick and tired–" he began, but Nick interrupted him.
"You're not listening!" he cried impatiently. "It doesn't matter! This is proof that Miles Walker is Liam Margarine! I got it from the Zootopia Mental Health Center!"
Bogo glared down at him in disapproval as Lopez and Myrthil exited the interrogation room and made their way over to them. "You don't have access to those."
"I do if there's a threat," Nick accurately pointed out, "and Miles is gonna do something horrible at his new homeless shelter. I'm telling you, he's going to do something… bad, and, and, I need to get there as quickly as possible. Here."
He handed the file he held to Clawhauser, who took it, but gave Nick a look of concern. "Nick, it's far. Think of the traffic."
Nick's eyes widened as if this was just occurring to him, and he began running his hands over his head in thought as he let out a sound of panic. "I…" He suddenly seemed to get an idea. "I need the chopper!" He turned to his fellow officers desperately. "Lopez, Myrthil," he briefly became tongue-tied before giving them an apologetic look, "I've tried to solve this case since day one. I know you two have too. I-I could use your help."
But Bogo had heard enough. This behavior was too rash, too unprofessional. Whether Nick was being biased against Miles or not, there was just no proof that anything he said had any credibility. Even if Miles was this Liam Margarine, who's to say he was planning on doing something terrible at the homeless shelter that he himself had built.
Why? What would be the point? As far as he was concerned, these were just accusations and wild theories with no merit. If Nick had suspicions of foul play regarding Zootopia's new mayor, which in itself was serious enough, that was one thing. But to pull a stunt like taking the new helicopter, which was only meant to be there for display, and flying it across the city based on what seemed to be a whim, was going way too far.
"Quiet, Wilde," he ordered. He turned his attention to the wolf and leopard. "Lopez, Myrthil, don't let him leave."
Nick didn't so much as glance back at him as he continued to beg his fellow officers. "Guys, please!"
"Don't, let him leave," Bogo repeated, even more firmly than before, his tone leaving no room to argue.
Neither Lopez nor Myrthil replied. The former just stared at Nick as the fox continued to give him a pleading look. Lopez appeared to be deep in thought for several long moments, but then, much to Bogo's surprise, the wolf's eyes narrowed and he gave him a look of defiance.
"No," he said simply.
And with that, both he and Myrthil turned their backs on Bogo and began walking out of the room with Nick right behind them. Bogo was completely taken aback by this and was left momentarily speechless.
"W-Wait, don't," he stuttered when he managed to find his voice, and he pointed a finger at Nick. "Wilde, y-you're fired! For real his time! N-No severance package!"
He was surprised once again as Nick turned back to him with a smile on his face as he held up his badge. "You can't fire me." He carelessly tossed the badge aside. "I quit."
Once again, Bogo was at a loss of what to say and only ended up stuttering further as he said the first thing that came to mind. "That! T-Then you're double fired!"
"That makes no sense," Nick just laughed.
The three of them just kept walking without so much as looking back. Bogo was so stunned by what happened that he couldn't think of a thing to say, nor did it even occur to him to go after them.
Once he recovered from his shock though, he suddenly discovered that he had a newfound respect for the fox. Even though he had just fired him, he had to admit, Nick had gone out in style.
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"Well, that went peachy," Nick remarked as he, Lopez, and Myrthil walked out of the station.
"Is that good?" the wolf asked.
Nick laughed nervously as he gave his friends appreciative yet sympathetic looks. "Hopefully you don't get fired."
They climbed into the helicopter. Even though it was only meant for display, it still worked just fine. And, as fortune would have it, no one had gotten around to draining the fuel from it yet. That was one less problem they had to worry about. The biggest issue would be actually flying the thing.
"Hey, don't worry, guys, I got this," he assured them, feigning confidence. "I read the basics of flying a helicopter."
"Astounding," Lopez remarked, though he sounded somewhat doubtful.
Despite his claim, Nick hesitated for a few moments as he examined all the buttons and switches and such in front of him before glancing at Lopez in the seat next to him. "Uh… which one makes the thing go dut-dut-dut-dut?"
The wolf gave him a bewildered look? "What's do you mean, 'dut-dut-dut-dut'? What's that mean?"
Nick motioned to the controls in frustration. "To turn this thing on."
In that back seat, Myrthil just slapped his forehead and sighed.
(A/N: We're getting close to the climax now. Things are really getting serious. Miles is ready to put his plan into action, and Nick and Judy doing their best to stop him. I really wanted to into Miles' head and examine his motives. In a way, I can almost see things from his point of view. Not saying I agree with him, just that how I can understand how in his messed-up mind that what he's doing makes sense to him. But that's what makes good villain, when you can understand them. But no matter how you slice it, what he's doing is wrong and he needs to be stopped. Judy is in a rush to get to the shelter and Nick is trying to get there as well after having officially quit. As I said before with Bogo, I feel like he was… vilified a little much in the film, so I wanted to try and get into his mindset too and portray things from his point of view to, not excuse his actions exactly, but to make them understandable. He is the police chief after all, and needs to handle things professionally, which Nick really wasn't doing, so as chief, he had to take action. But Nick being Nick, he got to quit in style, just like he always wanted to do. Now it's a race against time to stop Miles, so stay tuned for more, and don't forget to check out the next part of the video for this chapter and last. Like always, replace the DOTs on the link below with actual periods.)
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