Pawson and Wolford stood with their arms spread, both having wires being placed so that it is fully functional and concealed. "Is it like this all the time?" Pawson asked, being slightly annoyed at how long it was taking and how uncomfortable the wire was against his fur.

"You get used to it." Wolford responded, fighting through his annoyance and hiding it extremely well.

Someone that stood by the van computer. "Test?"

Wolford nodded. "Testing, testing one two one two." The computer mammal stuck his thumb up. "Good, wouldn't want to get touched up more."

"I think I could name someone you wouldn't mind touching you up." Pawson joked afterwards.

"Hey, no, shhh, we're miced up now, they can hear everything. It's mortifying enough normally, don't do it like this." Wolford blabbered in a panic. Pawson glared at Wolford for a second then shook his head and chuckled. He then walked past as he concealed his pistol. Wolford frantically turned towards the raccoon. "I mean it. Don't ruin my credibility like this." Wolford added with a whiny tone while following slowly behind.

Jacob ignored his wolf companion and walked into the van to see what he had accompanying him. Inside was a full van of heavily armoured individuals, all with fully loaded rifles and tightly strapped armour. "I wanted to say, we're ready to go in." The taskforce leader nodded. Pawson then left and headed to the mouth of the cave, Wolford following close. The two finally walked up to Chief Durnham and Wolford saluted. "Sir, we're ready to go in, everyone is ready and waiting to strike."

"That's good to know." Durnham nodded. He smiled at that news then turned to the two. "I want no unwarranted risks. I don't want anyone dying if it can be avoided."

"Sir, we know the risks, we're willing." Wolford retorted confidently. Jacob turned to him and stared at him questioningly. "Part of the job description after all." Pawson then rolled his eyes and shrugged, realising Michael was right. "Ready when you are, sir."

Durnham nodded at that. "Alright, I want to make myself extremely clear, no unnecessary risks, at all. I don't care if it could be the reason of whatever, if it is likely you die, don't do it." The dingo then turned away. "We don't need to spill more blood." Pawson and Wolford looked at eachother with quizzical looks on their faces. "Go, the more time it takes, the worse it gets." The two nodded and walked in the cave. "Good luck."

"Thank you sir." Wolford responded and put his thumb up. Pawson then elbowed Wolford in the leg then tilted his head towards where they had to go.

"We're burning... nighttime." Pawson commented, trying to speed things up. They entered the cave and were now hidden from everyone. Pawson then stopped Wolford for a second. "We should enter separately and go to different areas, we will keep contact through our pagers." Wolford nodded and waited. "Wait about fifteen twenty minutes." Wolford then leaned against the cave walls.

Pawson then walked on, hiding the fear that was creeping up on him. He made sure his pistol was still hidden where he left it. His bearetta M9 was sitting comfortably in its little spot. He grabbed a sharp breath and continued to move on. He continued his steps constantly, breathing quickly and heavily, worried that he will get just out right killed. He continued on his darkened path, the stone walls surrounding him.

He steadied his breathing, hoping his nerves wouldn't slowly dismantle him. "There's no chance I'm fine like this." He muttered under his breath, wondering how he got into this situation in the first place. He gulped then encouraged himself to keep moving with one sentence. "Just pretend he's here." He then turned a corner and saw a couple dingo's waiting there.

"Oi, what ya doin' here mate?" One of them called out. Jacob discreetly sighed. His heart raced a million miles an hour. If he couldn't beat this, there was no way in hell, he would be fine in there. "A little pansy like ya shouldn't be here."

"Honestly lads, I heard from a little birdie, that if I was bored with all the entertainment on the mainland, that this is the place to be." Jacob then let out a small chuckle. "Would I be wrong?"

The two dingos laughed. "And who told ya that? Your mother? Go home, this isn't a place for ya."

"I guess I was wrong... guess I'll have to make him atone for lying then. But, if I find out, you two lied, and cost me any fun I could have had, I won't hesitate to come back and strike unimaginable pain into both of you. Don't test me." His demeanour was cold, unforgiving.

The two dingos didn't want to call his bluff and the one that didn't talk all this time finally spoke up. "Yeah, we can let ya in then. Just we didn't think it would be your cup a' tea." Pawson walked through then was stopped again. "But, we want all weapons, don't wanna start a bad fight in there." The dingo winked as he said that.

The raccoon slowly placed his paw on the grip of his pistol and slowly drew it out. He then pointed it at one of them, while keeping his trigger discipline extremely good. "I hope to not come back and see this ruined." He then spun the gun around, letting the dingo grab it.

"Enjoy the show." Jacob just nodded as he walked on.

Back in the police van outside.

Fangmeyer turned around as she listened to what was happening with the two. "That's one of them. We just wait and see what happens with the other now, right?"

"If Pawson made it through, Wolford can aswell." One of the communication keepers retorted.

"Yeah, I guess that's true." She answered while still pacing back and forth with concern. "Lets just hope nothing seriously goes wrong."

Back in the cave

Pawson continued moving forward, feeling anxious on his own and now unarmed. "Just pretend like this is all normal and okay. It's fine." He kept moving forward, his legs feeling as though they were trudging through mud. His legs were getting tired, although there was no good reason why. "I just need to wait for the other one..." His panic blinded to what or who he was waiting for. He continued moving, hoping to see something he needed to.

He wandered on aimlessly and cautiously, until one paw grabbed his shoulder. Pawson spun around and knocked the paw away. He was about to throw an admittedly light punch, one that wouldn't hurt anyone but would allow for a decent grip. The mammal, who grabbed Pawson's shoulder, smiled stupidly. "Wolford, holy-"

"Shh. We don't wanna get any side eyes. Oh, call me Michael, Wolford could be known."

Pawson nodded a couple times, his mouth and jaw slightly agape. "Yeah, sorry, just feel a little bare like this." He then turned around and pointed to a few lights. "If it's like anything before, that's a giant ring. Who knows what sick and twisted games are played there, hopefully not as bad as the games that I stopped on the mainland."

"Too right, would hate to see more preds being drugged like that, but, only one way to find out." Wolford stood up while patting Pawson's shoulder. "Let's get going." Pawson sighed then nodded, following the wolf into the light.

"Wow, I didn't expect this..." Wolford trailed off, in shock after seeing all the mammals crowding the area. It was an arena like no other. The cave acting as not only a solid method of cover to hide the place but also acting as the foundation and build of the place. All the seats made of the chiseled rock the place was made of. The only place that wasn't made of rock, but seemed to actually be comfortably thought out was the VIP area. "Comfy area, that's the Courier, massive exporter, controls practically everything here, and by here, I mean Outback Island. Be careful, this can get messy real quick."

"Exporter?" Pawson asked confused at the specific wording.

"Yeah, not a dealer, handles way too much to have such a small time title now. You need it, he got it.

"So, you're saying he's not a crime lord, he's an entrepreneur, so he wouldn't be that good at a fight. We could take him if we needed to."

"No, more likely we will be arrested today, no action."

Pawson exhaled sharply through his nose. "I'd rather not."

"Only way to avoid suspicion, you get used to it."

Then an announcement was made but Pawson dismissed it, thinking it wasn't relevant, that was until he looked down and saw two mammals walking out. "Hey, that can't be good, can it?"

"Illegal fights... yeah, happens a lot. Think it was volunteering or forced?"

Pawson looked at the two then saw the fennec there. "What would a fennec be doing in the ring? No way one would volunteer to fight here, recognise him?"

"Not from this distance, although if all goes to plan, we won't need to." Wolford retorted, with a tinge of concern from seeing what said fennec just did. "We wouldn't be winning that fight any time soon."

Pawson started to breathe shakily, "Yeah, we wouldn't." He then shook his head, "What the hell are we meant to do here? We should call the cavalry, let them handle this. We have what, 25 armed outside, who knows how many inside? We need to do this as soon as possible."

"We are here to scout out as much as we can, before anything big happens. We say exactly what they should expect to the best of our knowledge and then we hide, get arrested, whatever. It's not that bad, heh, that's the easy part." Wolford looked around discreetly, making sure he knew where he was going. "We'll go separate ways, meet up after."

Pawson nodded, knowing that it was the best thing they could do right now, especially if they wanted to cover as much ground as possible. "See ya in a bit then." Pawson responded, fearing what could happen in that short space of time. "Let's get going then." The two walked off in their own direction, trying to see where there were possible entry points to the inside. Pawson tried to go around to see every angle of this place but felt as though he would miss something.

He squeezed past many of the watchers that were drinking and laughing. What really concerned Pawson was that he saw nothing wrong with this. Was it that he was used to this, or just it wasn't a problem for him? He kept moving along, mentally noting down any door he could find. It was all stone but on every compass point of the arena was a sturdy thick wooden door that was clear as day.

After a couple minutes, Pawson decided to call it in. "Entry points are in all four compass directions: North East South and West. At each direction, it seems there are two, one for the arena and one for the viewer stands. The stands themselves are well spaced and may provide significant cover for the guards of these premises. Considered armed and dangerous. They have rifles of the AR-15 platform no further information at this current moment." There was no response but that would've been obvious to anyone, considering there was no earpiece, only a wire. Pawson then wondered about trying to sneak inside.

He continued meandering, looking quite innocuous all things considered. He finally reached one of the doors and felt quite insignificant because of it. The door towered over the tiny raccoon. Jacob closed his eyes and tried to push the door ever so slightly, hoping it would be quiet. Fortunately for him, the raucous of the arena masked the noise of the door shifting. It scraped and shuffled in a way that caused Pawson's blood pressure to spike along with his heart rate. The door trudged open so slowly that, it would be more likely someone saw him instead of hearing him. Finally, he slipped through and hoped the door would close.

The halls were not what he expected, rich, white, clean. He was shocked to see the complete juxtaposition between inside and out. It was a whole other world in here. He silently trudged forward, scared that at any moment he could be caught and that would be it for his adventure, no safety nets, not even a way to defend himself. Only one try was all he had.

He crept forward, paying as much attention as he could to any sounds that were made. Fortunately, the cold stone ground was not able to creak with every step. Nothing was there at this point in time. He was alone and hoped it would stay like that.

Every step he took caused him to panic just a little bit, just an amount he could stifle back into himself. His legs kept trying to freeze up as if to say "Turn back while you still can." He ignored every one of those messages and continued forward.

He stopped at a corner and peeked, making sure no-one was there. It was clear. He kept moving, pacing his steps and his breaths. The stone floor coldly pushed back on every step taken, letting him trudge forward. The white pillars towered over the raccoon, hiding whatever was behind them. He kept moving until he found another set of doors

Arena Stands

Wolford looked around, concerned for the safety of his teammate. "Dammit Pawson, where are you..." He cursed and muttered under his breath. It was quiet enough that the microphone wouldn't pick it up. He quickly looked around one last time then came to a decision."Possible officer endangered. Go now!"

Outside the cave.

Fangmeyer started to throw her helmet on and strapping it under her chin. "We were given the go!" She yelled out alerting everyone to this. A large group of armoured mammals rushed to grab a rifle, Fangmeyer included, and they all lined up ready to go. Durnham stood in front of all of them.

"So, you all ready? It will be chaos in there, expect anything to go wrong, and most importantly, protect yourselves and each other. We don't need anyone dying today." He then sighed. "Go now."

Every armoured SWAT unit saluted then ran into the cave in formation. They reached the entrance, where the two dingos sat and guarded. They both raised a rifle then surrendered as they saw how many were coming.

Changing room – Male.

Pawson walked in after meandering through corridors and finally entered a room that was somewhat different. The room was covered in blood and sweat. Probably from all the fighting. He searched the room and checked what was left. The lockers had some spare clothes of many different sizes and a few weapons. Pawson picked up one, a knife that was designed to be hidden under the sleeve. The blade would be positioned opposite the thumb, allowing the user to punch with it on. Pawson chuckled as he put it on then tried using it a couple times.

After getting accustomed to it, Pawson left the room and headed in the only direction he had left. He continued onward and hoped for something interesting. He moved cautiously and hoped for nothing bad.

Arena Main Entrance

Fangmeyer kept her rifle ready and watched for anything that could go wrong at a moments notice. Two were at the gate preparing a breaching charge to break through the gate and go in. All of them stacked up against the gate and the closest one blew the charge. They all rushed in as it happened and made sure to stick to protocol as much as they could.

Arena Hallways

Pawson reached a corner as he heard the explosion. That was when he was found by a dingo. "A lot of dingos work for the Courier." Pawson quipped as he thrust the blade into the dingo's chest. He then grabbed the pistol and kept it for himself. He turned the corner and saw a heavily armoured mammal he couldn't identify and jammed the barrel of his gun into the mammal's back. "Gun on the ground and arms behind your back.". Then two foxes left the room. The larger vixen pointed her pistol at Pawson and the fennec rolled his eyes.

"What's a Precinct 1 cop doing here?" Finnick asked.

"Do I know you?" Pawson then put his gun on the ground and surrendered. "Please don't kill me?" Finnick grabbed Pawson's neck. "Please?"

"Stick with us. Me and you will talk soon." He then looked at Ellie. She nodded in understanding. "Let's get going then, don't wanna get arrested now." All four of them stood up and nodded in unison.

This si a much shorted chapter I get that but I just didn't have the time or ability to do anything more than this. Honestly, I also don't think I could've extended this chapter more without flipping who was leading it. With that, I'd rather just change chapter's.

Otherwise, coursework, exams, blah blah blah, I cba to do them, blah blah blah social life, blah blah blah, I guess what I'm saying is I'm not struggling with life and don't worry, I will write more.

With all that said, I'll see you all later. Have a good one lads.