Zootopia - Assault on Precinct 1 (P5)

    Muttering an inane stream of profanities as though his life depended on it, Ash in darkness repeatedly jerked his cuffs hoping it would break under duress. “Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger!” he repetitively shouted as the tugging of the chain became intensively harsher. Literally just shaking it in rage now, all he could hear now was the sound of the metal clashing bled over the noises downstairs. Throwing one last fit with the chain before giving up, Ash knew he was stuck within the confines that room, restrained to a meager table. But wait, what was the table restrained to? Wiggling the table around, Ash realized that he wasn’t entirely stuck in place. Pulling the table closer foot by foot towards the door with painful screeches, he was stopped by an unearthly silence of commotion. It all stopped, no noise, no chattering, no nothing outside.

    His heart escalating a little, he looked back down to the chains and in a hare brained attempt of escape, began chomping on the steel. In the middle of this attempt however, the audio seemed to cut back in when suddenly to door bursted open giving way to a rather chubby cheetah -identifying him by scent he learned from earlier on- who quickly slammed the door shut behind him. Out of breath, he was gasping for air and paid no attention to the wolf gnawing on his cuffs. Stopping in the middle of a bit, Ash froze in place as he stared at him, more importantly, his key chain. With air-filled lungs, the young cheetah finally took notice of the convict and jumped back with a rather goofy yelp. “You,” the wolf whispered, “Give me your keys!” Speechless, he was shaking in the corner of the pitch-black room. Trying to be patient with the man, he tried to be less direct, “Alright look, what’s your name?” Still slightly panicking, he whimpered back, “Cl-cl-clawhauser…”

    “Okay Officer Clawhauser,” taking notice of the uniform, “Please do me a favor, and give me your keys.” Unsure of what to do, he tried to say something back when their conversation was interrupted by a sudden motion. The door was broken open, the wood snapped out of place and the opaque glass pane shattered, by a sudden ram. He pulled out a revolver and scouted out the room for any residence. Thankfully, rams aren’t particularly known for night-vision unlike canines and felines, that being said though they can still hear and smell, and unfortunately he heard and could definitely smell two mammals in the room. Blindly sidestepping in the poor cat, he quickly grabbed his thick neck and slammed him into the wall. Clawhauser, now terrified out of his mind, he silently begged with a pitiful expression as the ram precariously held the gun closer to his face. A serious gazed fixed on his face, he pinned the cheetah and forcefully opened his mouth with a hoof; Slowly aiming the solid black magnum into the victim’s maw. “No, I’m not gonna cower and watch this happen…” screamed the timber wolf’s mind. Silently grabbing a nearby plastic chair, he gave the cheetah slight nod and with all his might, smacked the chair into the ram’s shoulder, knocking the gun out of his hand as it misfired into the ceiling and slid across the room. It is apparent that the shot attracted attention, since now Ash could hear rushed footsteps from outside, but that was the least of his concerns. The ram he provoked was not happy. Not happy at all.

    The sheep charged at him with his horns faced directly at him and rammed Ash across the room, flipping over the table in the process. Dazed and confused, the wolf flails around and grabs another one of the plastic chairs in defense. Now finding himself pinned against the wall, he was able to keep the ram at a distance luckily by holding the chair as a barrier. Of course though, he was now stuck with no means of weaseling his way out as his strength was fading away. It was at this moment when another assailant stepped into the room; Though it was too obscured to see who, it was quite obvious that he was big and pissed off. The shape charged into the two, but surprisingly pulled the ram off of Ash, who collapsed with the chair flopping off his lap. It was an evident struggle as the two were headbutting each other and fisting each other in an assortment of uppercuts. Wolffe’s heart was now on the fritz, pumping violently as he tried to calm down. Spying the gun which had slid over into his side of the room earlier on, he quickly scooched over only to be pulled back by the table. Using all his effort, he pulled the large table over and painfully groped for the revolver. Glimpsing back at the fight, in which the two are now rolling on the hard floor, lightly staining it with each other’s blood, Ash gripped the handle and quickly unloaded two bullets into the ram on top of the large figure. A solid thump of him falling off and it was silence once more. Heavily breathing, he dropped the gun on the floor and looked at the figure who was helping him all that time: It was a large black bull whom was also in police uniform. All three -not forgetting Clawhauser who was thankful to be alive- mammals were gasping and resting. Ash speaking up very calmly in an almost attention-grabbing tone, “Now I know you gentlemen have been through a lot…” the bull and cheetah now looking over at the timber wolf lightly tugging at his restraint, “But when you find the time.” Now looking up at the two officers with his right cuffed hand raised up, “I’d rather not spend the rest of this night CUFFED TO THIS F*CKING DESK!!!”

    “And why should I release you Mister Ash?” the bull replied in a deep gruff voice. Pissed off to no end, Ash responds in the simplest way possible, “Well A: I did not commit a murder in cold blood which I can guess you’re familiar with since you know my name, B:  I just saved tubby sitting in the corner over there as well as two other officers beforehand, and C: Your precinct is overridden by a bunch of gun totting crack-heads!’ Pausing for a moment, the bull slowly rising up wiping grime off of his shirt, “Give me one good reason why you would help.” “Easy. For one, all our lives -including mine- are at stake, and two, I may not be a good person, but I try to be… and I think that’s the point.” The tension heightened, it was his only bargaining chip in the mammal’s inventory; And with a groan, the bull gave way and ripped the key chain off of Clawhauser’s belt, “One wrong move, and you're going to regret it.”

    Having looted the corpse of its leftover ammo, Ash replaced the three used slots with prowess and snapped it back into place. Carefully sliding against the wall, he peeked out the broken door to witness the aftermath of a brutal shootout. Bullet holes perforated many of the walls on the first floor, unfortunate victims caught in the skirmish laying in their in pools of blood, officers and citizens alike. Slowly making his way on the balcony, each light footstep creating a crunching noise from the glass shards lying on the floor. “Thank God I have pads,” Ash thought to himself. Looking over to his left, he spotted the staircase barricaded with random table and other junk items dragged out from the close-by offices in a scurry. Cowering in front of the barrier were a few officers, there was the rhino guard from earlier, another timber wolf, and more notably, a red fox. “Man have I never been glad to see you Chief,” the rhino whispered over in the darkness. “Not now Rhinowitz. Delgato, status report?” the bull inquired.  Ash sliding down for cover behind the short ceramic wall,  he listened in on the conversation between the officer and the albino wolf, “From what I can deduce, about a…” “About a what Delgato?” “...a dozen are dead sir…” “And what about the survivors?” “Well not many people were in the station to begin with thankfully, it’s in the middle of the night and most of the officers already ended their shifts an hour ago more or less. Judging on who I last saw, it’s all of us sitting here, as well as Judy and Fangmeyer.” “Wait,” Nick cut into the conversation, “Where is that dumb bunny?” Everyone slowly peered over the sanctum of the wall to look over at a small, slightly open dark room… along with a group of mixed mammals prowling the atrium armed to the teeth.

    Slowly drawing the pistol again, he dashed around the bend and searched each room. Nick bewildered at this response, he ran over to follow the suspicious wolf into the breakroom. To his surprise, Ash was searching the fridge. “What are you doing?” he muttered over. “Saving your girlfriend that’s what!” he grunged back as he dumped out all the contents of the refrigerator onto the floor. “Ohoho, first off, she’s not my girlfriend, second off, how does a,” grabbing one of the items that fell out, “tuna sandwich got to do with saving Carrots?” “What? I’m hungry,” Ash muttered with the sandwich crammed in his mouth. As hilariously ill timed this was, it’s true, the man hasn’t eaten a thing since that morning. “Plus it’s not just the food I’m going for.” Ash replied logistically ripping the aluminum foil off of everyone’s dishes, “It’s what they’re concealed in.” Collecting up all the foil and swiftly grabbing a bottle of tea, he quickly dashed back out and checked for any storage closets. Chugging the tea down in mid-sprint, the timber wolf snatched a bottle of toilet cleaner and ran right back to the barrier. “Look how does any of this junk help?” Nick repeated, completely lost now at the oddity of objects. “It’s because I,” crushing the foil down the small tight bottle, “am a chemist.” “And???” he asked him at the heat of the moment. “And as a chemist,” opening the bottle of cleaning fluid, “you practically learn how to make-shift anything… May I borrow those sunglasses?”

    Only one of the animals downstairs managed to react to the strange bottle hurled down the staircase before everyone there were blown back in a bright blinding flash. Ash and the rest of the officers charged down the steps, unloading all their clips of ammunition they had in their sidearms into the group of mammals; They were all dead. “Didn’t you think that was excessive?” Clawhauser questioned. “Sometimes, unnecessary use of force is the necessary use of force.” Pondering on that odd statement, the cheetah just wandered away to sweep the area; the precinct seemed void of enemies now as far as everyone’s senses could tell. Kicking the door open leading into one of the back rooms, Ash finally found Judy, who was slowly trying to put pressure on an unfortunate tiger’s shoulder wound. “Next time, you listen to me,” Ash perniciously hissed at her, but now wasn’t the time as Nick pushed him to the side and ran over to comfort her. “You know, you two do make a cute couple,” he smirked and shut the door before anyone could protest. Wolffe ran back out into the lobby and met up with, “Chief uh?” “Bogo, Chief Bogo.” “Alright Mr. Bogo, please tell me this precinct has an armory?”

    Bashing the door open, Ash’s jaws dropped in awe. For such an unprepared precinct, they sure were armed for an apocalypse. There was a huge assortment of weapons, big and small, pistols to rifles. Swinging open each and every gun locker, the whole remnants of police force precinct one emptied the entire room of all its weaponry. Walking down the aisle, he noticed something gleaming in the corner of the room. It was beautiful riot shotgun: A sleek, twelve gauge single barreled pump-action Winchester 1300 Defender, complete with a heat shield, extended magazine tube, along with a pistol grip for ease and comfort. Ripping it out of the container box, Ash loaded it with shell and with a sinful smile did a single solid pump. “Groovy…”