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 Officer Down
Naxx Gulos
 Posted: Dec 31 2017, 01:35 AM


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The sun was beaming down on the busy side walk as all around Naxx people moved about, carrying on with their business. The air around him was filled with the smells of steaming food carts as Naxx leaned up against the side of the patrol car as his partner stood far to his right, grabbing his launch.

Gazing down at his phone he checked his email, sliding his thumb across the screen to change screens as alley round him, people moved around the police officer that was off duty for lunch. Occupied on the phone, none would have recognized the thug that was in the quick mart, none would've known he was making his way to the officer from the inside.

His steps resounded like doom as he lifted the hood on his sweater to cover his face, reached inside and pulled forward the shotgun that had been concealed in the coat. His arm moving the wooden pump rearward as the bolt slid back into the receiver, the magazine tube releasing a single shell into the shell elevator, before the hyena pushed the pump forward. The shell elevator raising the Buckshot round into the barrel before the bolt pushed it forward and locked the weapon into battery.

Throwing the doors open he was greeted to the wind as it swirled around him, before he pointed the weapon at the wolverine. Naxx looked up just as someone cried out in terror, only for a moment to realize that the shotgun was pointed at him. His eyes widened as everything seemed to move in slow motion, his phone fell from his hand as he reached down with his right hand to draw his side-arm.

The report was resounding, there was a flash of white light. His phone landed on the pavement and shattered into pieces as blood trickled down to the sidewalk crevices, before Naxx found himself blown against the side of the vehicle, his bones cracked underneath his body armor as his uniform - shredded and littered with holes as 9 ball bearings collided with his vest and lower thigh traveled straight through him, sparks of ignited powder flying past his face as hands spread out shoulder height, blood splattered against the side of the vehicle as his eyes closed and the corners of his mouth writhed in agony before he dropped to his knees, landing face first against the pavement.

A fading voice reached his ringing and bleeding ears as he blinked slowly, his hands opening and closing as blood poured from his mouth, blood stained teeth chattering away at nothing as screams tore through the street, the rapid blur of moving feet tearing asunder the peace that had once occupied it. A fading voice came through the radio, "3-1-3-2! Officer Down! Say again! Officer Down!"


5 Hours Earlier


Blackness, that's all there was the sound of a locker opening hit his ears and revealed to him the inner chamber of his locker. His patrol uniform neatly pressed as he pulled it out and began to change into his uniform. Slipping the TDU belt through the loops and tucking in his shirt. Tying his boots and then pulled on his duty belt, securing it in place with his belt keepers and checked his magazines. 17 rounds reach of Hornady Critical Duty 124 grain 9mm, placing them in his mag pouch, he secured them in place with a snap of his thumb and then reached into the top shelf and pulled his light equipped Glock 17, inserting a magazine and ran the slide rearward and released, chambering the weapon and inserted it into his holster.

Bogo had said that there was a surprise waiting for him in Roll call today, something about a new partner. Of course, after what had happened to Dallas, he wasn't sure if he was ready to receive a new partner. He should've known that Dallas had been suffering from back trouble, and should've clearly seen the signs of his suffering when he resorted to pills. And though he knew it wasn't his fault, he couldn't help but feel guilty for not informing the sergeants that his partner had not all been there. Across the alley, there stood his old partner's locker. Drilled on the door was an engraved placard. "In Memory of our brother, D. Warthole, 313-2."

It would be a lie to say he didn't miss him, and even to this day, there would be moments where Naxx would still wait for him to come through the door and open his locker once more to report in for shift. But that day would never come.

He closed his eyes, remembering... remembering how the rain would fall, how bloodied hands had grasped his collar and how his partner had looked up at him... "Shhhhh...." Naxx had said as he tried to placate the frightened African Wild Dog, "D-Don't leave me..." Dallas had pleaded, swallowing hard as Naxx clenched his eyes half way.

"313 to 500, where's that bus!" Naxx had shouted into the radio mic that was affixed to his uniform. "500 to 313, EMS is en-rout, stand by." Lightning flashed through his eyes as he cradled his partner close. Two thugs came running around the corner as Naxx rose his pistol, his ears ringing as he fired one handed in their direction, the slide snapping rear ward and then forward as shell casings were thrown far to the right, the muzzle flash blinding in his eyes as he focused on the movement. Lightning flickered through the docks as the rain pounded in the puddles around him. Bodies fell to the mud as they crumpled to the ground, the wail of sirens in the distance reaching his ears as he continued to fire until the weapon would fire no more, the slide locked rearward, ears ringing as the report thundered through the open shipping docks.

Alas, he looked down, and Dallas was still... cold, and lifeless. His hand dropped from Naxx's collar and waved motionless as before hitting the mud with a sickening splash. Lightning flashed through him once more, blood was everywhere, his uniform dark and soaked as Naxx looked down in horror.

Red and blue flickering lights flashed through the docks as more than 30 units responded. And on the gurney, a body bag was sealed up by the EMS technician as he watched his partner being carried out in a bag.

He opened his eyes once more and found himself in the locker room, sitting down and waiting for something to happen, lost in distant memories as he looked up to see the others reporting for work.

Making his way to the bullpen, he reported early for roll-call, a cup of coffee in his hand as he came around the corner, signing in on the roster log at the head of the podium and took a seat in one of the chairs, waiting for the day's roll call to begin.

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Sebastian Blackpaw
 Posted: Dec 31 2017, 09:22 PM


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Officer Down
Sebastian * Puma/Panther * Police-man
This was going to be interesting.

Sebastian the black Puma hurried off the bus, darting towards the Zootopia Police Precint building. He knew he wasn't late, but he desperately wanted to be early, to make a good impression on his fellow Policemen and women. He'd made sure to wash and iron his blues, taking care to groom all his fur so he couldn't shed on his nice new uniform.

He hurried through the doors, slowing his stride to a hurried slink that was natural to all felines. His tail and nose twitched, his ears going every which way as he took in the chaos that was the Police headquarters. There was a chubby Cheetah standing at the front desk, and he greeted his fellow feline as he got directions to where he was supposed to meet the rest of the force: the Bull Pen.

Taking a deep breath, the Puma walked into the bullpen, seeing another Mammal, a wolverine, already there, nursing a coffee. He scrawling his name on the roster, before taking a seat.
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Judy Hopps
 Posted: Jan 1 2018, 11:41 PM


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-- Earlier that day--

The mornings started as they always do, the male officers with their so-called brotherly love harassing Judy with joke after joke about her ears, species, stature, or some other event that had happened. No one wanted to work with Judy Hopps - not for the publicity, not for the ups and downs of cases succeeded and failed, and certainly not for the rep with the other Boys In Blue. It didn't help that she was a lady, but everything else was so easy to quip at her that they rarely needed to go there to get their daily jabs in.

Judy spent a few minutes with Clawhauser, her morning sanity, with coffee in hand - not that she needed it. Then she made her way to the bullpen. She spotted the panther like an elephant in the room - he was entirely black, after all. The ZPD needed black police to help with the racial sensitivity like ZPD needed both gendered officers for pat-down gender-specifics.

Her last partner had transferred to another precinct faster than she'd gotten to know his favorite colors, and he blended into the growing trend. No one wanted to ride with Judy, the gentle bunny that attracted murder and cameras faster than mouth-foam to rabies. And with no partner and this new fellow - especially as he was black - Judy knew they'd be paired up. Probably Chief Bogo's sense of amusement. She just hoped he wouldn't like listening to all that heavy rap with so many bleeped out words the lyrics became a high-pitched drum beat of beeping. Another day, another new partner. Great.


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Zeke Barker
 Posted: Jan 3 2018, 05:10 PM


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- Earlier that day -

Switching departments had been hard for the german shepherd. Even if it had only lasted a few months or so until the department he'd been switched to could bring in more employees. All in all he hadn't really cared to put names to faces, simply slipping in and out of the building between patrols or calls. However, as he found himself sauntering back into the precinct he'd been in before, he didn't feel that odd little prickle at the back of his mind that told him to get in and get out so many times before back at the other place.

That usual lopsided smile stretching upon his muzzle, he found his way over to where Naxx seemed to be nursing a cup of coffee after signing in, himself. Wordlessly at first, he plopped down into the chair beside the wolverine, kicking up his feet to cross them upon the edge of the table. "Rough week?" he drawled. His voice sounded different, now, maybe a bit deeper? And a quick look-over would tell whomever was looking that the once scrawny canine seemed a bit less so, if somewhat more toned.

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Naxx Gulos
 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 05:53 AM


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Turning his chin upward, he acknowledged the puma with a welcoming nod, judging from the fact that he was yet to receive the precinct collar tabs on his shirt, he judged him to be the new guy on the detachment, or a P-1 "Pup" -as it was referred to in the police department ranking system. He watched the large cat sign his name into the roster book, reporting in for roll call and take a seat as though he had already belonged there.

"Hmph." Naxx shook his head to himself as he once more took a sip of his coffee. Did these lousy P-1's not realize that they had to earn their place amongst them? -To sit with them? Eat with them?

It wasn't about rank, it had nothing to do with rank -in fact, it was about tradition. One earned their place amongst the brotherhood, it wasn't something that was given with the badge. It was earned the blood and sweat, a bondage that you earned through the tearing of your first uniform when you crawl through a window and into a burning building to save that child, or the first set of stitches you got that marked you as initiated when you break a car window to rescue the trapped mammal who had flipped his car, -or, when you save your partner from getting shot by the local thugs in downtown.

He closed his eyes briefly, glanced down at his hands, only to see the flicker of lightning and the flash of his partner's glistening black blood amongst his palms, his face twisted in death as his dark moist fur matted against the mud. His badge's engraved letters tainted with specs of blood that would never come off.

He opened his again, finding his knee shaking as he clasped his hands back together, finding his own claws digging into the palms of his hands as he lowered his gaze away from the new guy. Then there was that... bunny. - The one he detested with every sense of the world. He scoffed at her presence, nearly swallowing his tongue on the process as his fangs glided over the black of his lips and his ears folded half way rearward. Just her presence was enough for him to feel his fur stand on end beneath the shirt he wore as he felt his muscles tensing up.

And as for the next? Well, this was not something that he had expected to see. He knew that dog's face from across the world, and at his site, he sat up in his chair like puppy eager to impress. He noted that the recruit that he had trained from the ground up had finally turned out to become a fully fledged officer, even gained himself in mass.

"Rough week?" his snarky voice rang through his ears as his gazed turned to fixate upon the dog before him. "You don't know the half of it." Naxx stated grudgedly, laying his coffee back on the desk before him. "When exactly did you suddenly decide to come back?" Naxx asked him, giving his old partner a nudge on the shoulder.

It was throughout the course of 15 minutes that the room was filled with officer's awaiting their route commands, the Sergeant handed out the safety-brief of the day, the highlight of their day (more like useless garbage that couldn't even be passed as toilet paper). Today's topic? "Social Media and Operation Security". -Terrific, same topic as last Tuesday.

Naxx took a gander over the text, pretending to be interested and then discretely used it as a coaster for his coffee.

It was then that Bogo walked in. "Glad everyone made it in, got a few new ones to introduce. Recruits Blackpaw, Sanders, Regettie, welcome to the force." the cape buffalo said as he stood at the Podium, looking over the signed roster.

"in the news, the guys in our anti-gang and narcotics division picked whisper of a Del Animageos Cartel wing trying to move into the city. They're coyotes, so keep your eyes peeled, they're nasty and like to... leave messages to their victims."[/b] he warned as one of the plain clothes officers opened the door.

[i]"Agent Bascorelli will key you in."
Bogo said as the agent walked in, a middle-aged husky. "The Dos Animageos cartel originate from Cuba, gentlemen. They're ruthless, and uncaring, they don't care about your uniforms, they don't care about your badges. In their eyes, you're nothing but a future victim. They have no respect for law enforcement, and they can care less about whether you go home to your families, or go home in a body bag with a few more holes in you than you were born with."[/i] he warned.

"Common identifying marks are the fact that they are usually coyotes, that much we know. But they usually have blue and white bandannas, and have a tattoo of the Santa-Marina along their fore-arms." he warned as his eyes stared cold and hard along the room.

"You see any of these features, do not pursue, call anti-crime. These guys deal in guns, and drugs - and not the light shit, I'm talking about the heavy shit. We're talking cocaine, heroine, meth."
he warned with absolute certainty.

Bogo returned to the podium. "Alrighty... let's see here." Bogo said as he put on his glasses, "Oh... Barker." he looked up and stared directly at the returning German shepherd, "I see you finally decided to return to us... shame, I just had the place sprayed for fleas since the last time you were here..." his eyes lit up with a teasing flare, "In that regard..." he squinted down at the log.

"Hopps, you're in 3-16 with Blackpaw, show him the ropes. Barker, hooking you up with your old partner, Gulos - go with him in 3-19. Bascorelli, you're in 3-21 with Chavez, Hornady? - Go with Wolford in 3-17..." his voice trailed off as everyone received their assignments, standing up and looking at Zeke, Naxx smiled. "Looks like old times, bro." Naxx said as he grabbed coffee from the table, turing to face Zeke and motioned to pat him on the shoulder.

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Judy Hopps
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 11:05 PM


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Judy noticed a brown dog slip in and sit beside Naxx, one of the officers she hated the most, as he had a penchant for being a dick and using it to sleep with anything that moved, including his transports. The dog though, he looked familiar, but Judy knew she hadn't seen him in a while. Had he transferred back to this precint? She was once told in anger that this sort of thing happened a lot, and it was because of Judy's presence.

Out of the corner of Judy's eyes she watched Naxx have complete disregard for the safety briefing handout. She clenched her jaw together and tried to ignore him. It turned out there were three new officers, not just one. She memorized the new gang's name, traits, and identifying marks. She noted her new partner.

When the briefing was over, Judy picked up her armory bag with her lethal and non-lethal shotgun, ammunition, and a few other routine items. It was nearly as big as she was. She pushed her way through the exiting crowd and tried to poke Sebastian Blackpaw in the ribs. "Alright, let's go.", and she passed him in the moving ocean of bodies being swept out the door and back to the donuts and coffee. "I'm Judy -", she tried to add as an afterthought, but she was pretty sure that no one could hear her, being plastered into a senior elephant officer's armpit.




-- 5 hours later --


The traffic light had just turned green and Judy had begun to cross the intersection with traffic. They'd just finished picking up a suspect who had some sort of drugs in their system, flailing in all directions as if they were an acrobat who had to move to stay alive. It was vaguely reminiscent of a high-functioning zombie. They'd crashed their car into a parked truck, no damage to the truck, but the car was in a pretty gruesome state - they'd also managed to take out a fence and the side of a building. The suspect flailed about in the back of their car, using their body like a fish out of water, their hands handcuffed.



Then the radio started screaming. "3-1-3-2! Officer Down! Say again! Officer Down!" , then came the cross-streets, and that medical had been dispatched, but they needed officers to respond to the threat.

Judy exchanged a worried look to Blackpaw. "I'd ask you if you were up for it, but it's a 10-51, we may not have a choice.". She reached for the radio, but paused. That was Naxx's car. Oh, did she hate him. How nice it would be if he were gone...

"Blackpaw, why don't you check in over the radio and see if they still want us to report for back-up. We're not too far away, but we do have a prisoner in transport...", she thought aloud as she talked. "I'll focus on driving, Mr.Mosh Pit back there is rocking the car."

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Officer Down
Sebastian * Puma/Panther * Police
Seeing the Wolverine nod at him, the dark-pelted Puma smiled, returning the nod, trying not to seem too casual. That was alright, wasn't it? His ear twitched as he signed the roster, picking out an odd sound he couldn't pick up. Once he was done, he took a chair, waiting for the boss to come in.

His ears twitched, and he looked up to see a German Shepherd striding in. It stopped to interact with the Wolverine, and he looked back around to scan the room, wanting to see what was going on.

The predator accepted the safety-brief from the Sergeant with a quiet 'thank you' before beginning to flip through it. He skimmed through the text, before sliding it into the pocket of his uniform as the Chief walked in, intending on reading it when he had free time. He perked up when the Chief said his name, attempting to hide his smile.

The Puma looked up as a middle-aged husky walked in, evaluating him. Obviously still in shape, despite being older. He listened attentively as the Plain Clothes Officer described the cartel. They sounded... very dangerous, and he found himself frowning. There was no way he could let them into his city, his Zootopia.

His attention turned to Bogo as the Water Buffalo took the stand, putting on his glasses. When he heard him begin to assign partners, he perked up, smiling when he was paired with Hopps. Wasn't Hopps the bunny?

As they were released, the Puma stood, looking for his new parter. He felt something thud against his ribs. He nodded, and followed her as best he could in the crowd.

It had been a fairly easy shift, although Seb didn't mind. It was his first shift, so for it to be easy was preferred. The only thing that had happened was a suspect that was, pretty obviously, on drugs. He was flailing in the backseat of the cruiser, somehow not injured by the crash.

The Puma startled at a loud voice suddenly shouting from the radio, and turned to look at Judy worriedly. He nodded when she spoke, saying "Yes ma'am." even as he reached forward to activate the radio. "This is unit 3-16, we have a 10-15 in transport, do you want us to still report for back-up?"
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Officer Sammi Citron, ZPD SWAT Medic, who was otherwise often relegated to the less desirable tasks that only small mammals like herself could deal with, was not on duty today. She was however, a member of SWAT, and therefor always on call. Her pager rang with the tone she had assigned for emergency codes, in this case Officer Down. checking the address she cursed the paint off the walls. Two blocks east from her apartment.

Goddammit.

She moved to her closet, pulling on her vest, and unlocking the gun cabinet disguised as a wardrobe. She grabbed her extra uniform top, pulled on some jeans, and hit the 'Respond' button on her pager, all while loading custom M16 that had been ordered for her by the precinct, to accommodate her small size.

"Dispatch, this is Officer Citron, i am en-route to the scene."

She pulled the M16 over her should, hanging it off the strap, and using the fire escape to get to the ground below, instead of bothering with the elevator or the stairs. Dropping to all fours, she bolted across the ground. While considered uncivilized to some, for Sammi, this was simply what was fastest, and it allowed her to go under, over, and through obstacles other, upright walking mammals might have to struggle with.

Arrive outside the building where the the shooting had taken place, she unslung the rifle, and flicked the selector to Semi-auto.

"Officer Citron to Dispatch. I am at the scene, please advise as to location of Victim."
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Saijin Lupero had just finished updating her Field Activity Report on the vehicle's onboard computer, her partner - a shallow fox continued to sip from his coffee as she saved the report and glanced down at the phone, getting a time for the end of the report.

"3-18," she began, giving her call-sign for dispatch, "Central to 3-18, send traffic." the radio beeped, she depressed the button on her mic, "3-18 to central, show 10-98, code-4 at 1-1-5-6 Northview, code-20, ready for tasking." she stated in the radio.

"Copy, 3-18, code-4 at 13-0'6, central out." She started the car up once more, andglanced at her partner, Officer M. Fitzgerald, a young fox who was new to the force and under probation, he was clean cut and sharp, made the uniform look good and for the past few weeks, the department had insisted that she travel with a partner, particularly after the kid napping incident.

"Just about time for lunch, you think? she assked the young fox as she glanced at the transmission log, noting that 3-19 was still on their break at the corner of 21st and Fairview. The fox nodded to answer her question, taking a sip from his coffee, "Damn, 3-19 never called back from their '100." she bit her lower lip as she looked up at her partner, noting the fact that they were 7 minutes from reporting back in service from their 30 minute break.

Just as she was about to call their break in, the emergency traffic beep cut her off the channel, "10-46, code 3-50 at 21st and Fairview, 3-19-2 reports 9-41, all units, call in for 76. Again, Active Shooter at 21st and Fairview, Officer is Down, all units call for responding." It was at that moment that Saijin felt every bristle of fur stand on end whens he heard the numbers fly through her ears like a deadly poison. No one wanted to hear those numbers. "Shit, Naxx is there!" she hissed, sitting up in her seat, she threw on her seat belt and lifted up the mic.

"3-18, '76 to location from Northview and Belmont, E-T-A..." she glanced at her partner who held up 3 fingers, "-3 minutes." dropping the mic and placing it on the rest, she slid her thumb across the lever and threw on her overhead lights, and depressed the siren toggle to WAIL, lighting up the entire street and accelerated well beyond the speed limit, cars moving far to the right and yielding for her as she navigated the rush-hour traffic.

"This is unit 3-16, we have a 10-15 in transport, do you want us to report for back-up?" Gritting her teeth she slammed the brake, raising the hand-break and slid along the pavement, releasing the gas, she depressed the main brake and slammed the hand brake downward, recovering from the slid, grasping both hands to the steering wheel and floored the gas.

"3-16, 10-46, you are code-4, and 76 to 3-50 at Northview and Belmont." -pretty much Dispatch telling them the hell with their prisoner and get their asses' over there.

Already her partner was beginning to shake, Saijin glanced at him, "Get that shotgun ready!" she said as she began to pull up on the chaos of fleeing mammals and gun smoke, shots whipping past her car as the Fitzgerald unlatched the shotgun from the arm's carrier, racking the pump and chambering the round.

"3-18, we're '23 and 10-6 at location." she called in, just as several splatters collided with her windshield as bullet holes splattered their truck.
"Shit!" - she grabbed her partner by the collar of his vest and pulled him down, herself doing the same as automatic gun fire tore through the streets, Saijin swirving the vehicle right and into the entrance of an alley, slamming into the adjacent dumpster with the grille guard.

Using her shoulder to push open the door, she lowered her right hand down to her holster, depressing the hood switch and rolling it forward, and then using her thumb to draw back on the ALS latch, unlocking her light-mounted Glock 17 9mm from the holster, bringing it forward with a snap as she hugged the wall. Peaking around, she counted the number of shooters. 3 with shotguns, 2 with rifles, and 3 more with submachine guns.

"Going to be a fun day..." she said as she continued to hug the wall. "3-18, 10-6 at 3-50 on Northview and Belmont, requesting additional units, count 8 shooters, one officer down, one officer needing assistance." she stated over the sound of the gun fire.

"We gotta get Naxx out of there." she called out over the gun fire, it was no lie that she hated the guy, always caught him glancing at her rear end from time to time, but he was still a fellow officer and no officer deserved to be abandoned when the time came to it. At the moment, they were currently the only ones on site, even from where she stood she could see Naxx trying to get himself to cover behind some cars as the shooting went ballistic.

"Cover me!" she called out, Fitzgerald nodding as he readied himself with the shotgun, bringing it up to his shoulder as Saijin darted between the sidewalk and the parallel parked cars along the side of the road, Fitzgerald firing a single shot, racking the pump rearward and then forward, and firing another, causing the masked shooters to duck their heads and draw their attention to him before he spun his back to the wall, taking cover.

"Zeke!" Saijin called out as she straddled up to him, her back against the car, [b]"there's 8 of them, 3 of them with automatics, you okay?!" she called out as she winced from the splatter of glass, her ears ringing as she she kept her head low, keeping her pistol at the ready as her ears continued to ring and her nose filled with the smell of cordite.

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