Fanfic: The Call, On the Scene
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When Chief Bogo arrived at Zootopia General, it was already a scene of controlled chaos. Six police cruisers had the street in front of the hospital blocked off, and a team of forensics sloths were diligently placing numbered markers and snapping pictures in the parking garage, recording the evidence of each shot Clawhauser had fired at the vehicle.
Clawhauser himself was sitting on the curb, one arm in a sling, the other holding an oxygen mask to his face and breathing deeply under the supervision of a tiger paramedic. He started to get up, but sat again when Bogo waved him down. The desk sergeant’s face looked as bad, if not worse, than the time during the Night Howler crisis when Bogo had to transfer him off his beloved front desk and back down into Records.
“Report, Clawhauser,” Bogo ordered. “What the hell happened?”
Clawhauser gulped, and then said, “I screwed up, Chief. The whole situation smelled wrong and I didn’t see it until it was too late. Now they’ve got Mr. and Mrs. Hopps and…”
“Slow down,” Bogo interrupted. “Start from the beginning.”
The sergeant nodded, took another hit from the oxygen mask, then gave a reasonably coherent account of his encounter with the false police officers outside Hopps’ hospital room, his growing suspicions, then his shooting of Hopps’ would be assassin and his attempt to stop the other one from kidnapping the bunny officer’s parents.
“Please tell me you found the SUV, please Chief,” Clawhauser pleaded.
Bogo nodded briefly. “Yes, we tracked it on the traffic cams until it went into an underground parking garage a quarter-mile from here. There are three separate service tunnels running out the building the garage serviced. We think the suspect and his accomplice driving the SUV took Officer Hopps’ parents down one of them and then transferred them to another vehicle.”
“Oh,” Clawhauser said softly. “Oh, Chief, I’m so sorry...”
Bogo held up a hand. “Stop right there, Clawhauser. You have nothing to apologize for. You were off duty; you weren’t even supposed to be here. If you hadn’t shown up and intervened when you did, Judy would be dead and we’d have no idea what happened to her parents. If anyone is to blame for this it’s Wolfowitz for accepting the false officers without question, instead of catching the anomalies you saw. You did good.”
Clawhauser nodded and rubbed his eyes with the back of his paw. “Thank you, Chief.”
“Now, we both know you should be on administrative leave after being involved in a shooting incident, but I have to ask, would you be willing to man your desk back at the station for a bit? You’re the most experienced dispatcher we have, and like to have you there to help coordinate the search for Hopps’ parents. Think you can do it with a bum shoulder?”
Clawhauser pushed himself awkwardly to his feet, and gave Chief Bogo a left handed salute. “Yessir! I’ll go there right now.”
“Good.” Bogo motioned to one of the officers guarding the perimeter from the crowd of curious civilians that were gathering at the outskirts. “Get Clawhauser back to the station, and stand by for further instructions.” That taken care of, he headed inside, riding the elevator up to the Small Mammals ICU. More cops and forensics sloths crowded the area, the body of the white wolf laying in a body bag in Hopps’ room, ready to be zipped up and taken to the morgue for closer examination. “Where is Officer Hopps?” he asked a gazelle nurse hovering nearby.
“We moved her to the end of the hallway,” she said. “Dr. Weismouser is with her now.
“Thank you.” Bogo headed down to a room at the end of the hallway, where an agitated team of hamsters and mice were gathered around a workstation mounted on the wall shelf, looking over data as Judy lay on her bed, still unconscious. “Excuse me, Dr. Weismouser?”
One of doctors turned towards him, looking irritated. “That’s me. Forgive me, but we’re discussing this patient’s care. Please leave; otherwise we’d be violating federal HIPPO regulations.”
“I’m Chief Bogo of the ZPD. I just wanted to make sure Officer Hopps is stable enough to be moved.”
“Move? Move where?”
“I was considering the infirmary of the Zootopia Correctional Institute. It’s the most secure medical facility available.”
Weismouser shook his head. “Out of the question. Given Officer Hopps’ current condition, moving her would be extremely hazardous, especially to a facility without a dedicated ICU. She has to stay here.”
Bogo growled. “Doctor, I don’t have enough officers to spare to secure this wing. You are aware that we’re now also trying to find her parent’s kidnappers as well, yes?”
“I understand your concerns, but she cannot be moved right now,” Weismouser insisted.
He opened his mouth to argue further, but was interrupted by an urgent tone from his radio. “Bogo here,” he snapped. “What's the situation?”
“Sir, it's Francine. There's, um, a concerned citizen down in lobby. He wants to talk to you.”
Bogo growled. “Tell them they can wait. I'm busy up here.”
“I think you really want to talk to him, Chief.”
He paused a moment, trying to read meaning into her strained tone. Finally he said, “I'm on my way.”
When Bogo got down to the lobby, he found a line of six of his officers, staring across the lobby at an equal number of polar bears, dressing in a mix stylish conservative Italian jackets and dark tracksuits with gold chains. He found himself grimacing as he approach the lead bear, who held held out his meaty hand palm up, a familiar looking shrew standing on it.
“Chief Bogo,” Mr Big greeted.
“Mr. Big,” Bogo returned neutrally. “You're a bit outside your territory. This isn't Little Rodentia, or Tundra Town.”
The little arctic shrew spread out his hands. “I could not stay in my house, not when my boys told me what they had heard over their police scanner. First Officer Judy is hurt so terribly, now this Volkov tries to kill her, and also takes her parents. What are you doing about this, Chief Bogo?”
“Finding Volkov and Officer Hopps' parents are my two main priorities right now, Mr. Big. So I would like to remind you that you are delaying me in that task. Time of the essence. The more of it I waste talking to you, the more likely it is that they are going to be found dead at the bottom of a wheelie bin.”
“I do not think that is this Volkov's plan, at least not yet,” Mr Big said, shaking his head. “When he hurt Officer Judy, I thought to myself, this is just one of his boys taking advantage of an opportunity. But now he sends disguised wolves to kill her, take her parents. I think this Volkov is very much trying to make it personal. Volkov is Russian for wolf. I think this wolf wishes to be leader of this city.”
“Asserting dominance,” Bogo concluded, brow wrinkling as he considered the logic of the shrew's conclusion, and not liking the taste of it.
“Yes, you see as I see it. How is it they say in some countries? Counting coup. To be powerful, he must demonstrate his power. Hurting my grandchildrens' godmother, kidnapping her parents, that shows he had power over what I value. And it hurts you, hurts Zootopia as well, to see their hero bunny hurt so.”
Bogo's eyebrows drew down. “Wait, he wants to show his power over Zootopia as well. She's not our only hero.”
“Yes, think of the other, who I have had sup at my table, and who helped Zootopia's hero bunny stop the Night Howlers from poisoning our city.”
He yanked his mobile out of his pocket, and autodialed Wilde's number. When the line picked up, Bogo could hear the thumping of loud, heavy music in the background.
“This is Nick,” Wilde said. “What's up Chief? Anything change with Judy?”
“Wilde, where are you? Are you at home?”
“I cannot tell a lie, Chief,” Wilde replied. “I couldn't sleep, so one of my buddies took me out to this dive of a bar he knows.”
“I need you to come to the station right now.”
Wilde's voice sounded puzzled. “I thought you wanted me to rest.”
“Two of Volkov's thugs just tried to assassinate Hopps at the hospital. They missed and one of them is dead, but the other got away and also kidnapped her parents. I need you to get back to the station where it's safe. I think Volkov is targeting allies and friends of Mr. Big, and respected Zootopia citizens, to actually provoke him into a gang war, to assert his own dominance over the city.”
“Wait, what do you mean they got her parents?” Wilde exclaimed.
“You heard me. We're putting everything we can into finding them, but I need you where I know you're safe. Get back to the station, that's an order.”
There was a long hesitation on the line. “I'll be there as soon as I can,” Wilde replied. “Just gotta take care of one or two things first.”
“Wilde...” Bogo started to growl.
“Caio!” The line went dead. When Bogo tried it again, he immediately got shunted to Wilde's voice mail.
“If he isn't back at the station in a half hour, I'm gonna have him up on charges,” Bogo growled.
“In the meantime, Chief Bogo, may I make a suggestion?” Mr. Big asked. “Your boys concentrate on finding this Volkov. My boys will stay here to guard Officer Judy. They will not let anymore wolves come near here.”
“That... would be appreciated,” Bogo agreed reluctantly. “Thank you.”
“I would do anything for family,” Mr. Big said.
* * *
When Chief Bogo arrived at Zootopia General, it was already a scene of controlled chaos. Six police cruisers had the street in front of the hospital blocked off, and a team of forensics sloths were diligently placing numbered markers and snapping pictures in the parking garage, recording the evidence of each shot Clawhauser had fired at the vehicle.
Clawhauser himself was sitting on the curb, one arm in a sling, the other holding an oxygen mask to his face and breathing deeply under the supervision of a tiger paramedic. He started to get up, but sat again when Bogo waved him down. The desk sergeant’s face looked as bad, if not worse, than the time during the Night Howler crisis when Bogo had to transfer him off his beloved front desk and back down into Records.
“Report, Clawhauser,” Bogo ordered. “What the hell happened?”
Clawhauser gulped, and then said, “I screwed up, Chief. The whole situation smelled wrong and I didn’t see it until it was too late. Now they’ve got Mr. and Mrs. Hopps and…”
“Slow down,” Bogo interrupted. “Start from the beginning.”
The sergeant nodded, took another hit from the oxygen mask, then gave a reasonably coherent account of his encounter with the false police officers outside Hopps’ hospital room, his growing suspicions, then his shooting of Hopps’ would be assassin and his attempt to stop the other one from kidnapping the bunny officer’s parents.
“Please tell me you found the SUV, please Chief,” Clawhauser pleaded.
Bogo nodded briefly. “Yes, we tracked it on the traffic cams until it went into an underground parking garage a quarter-mile from here. There are three separate service tunnels running out the building the garage serviced. We think the suspect and his accomplice driving the SUV took Officer Hopps’ parents down one of them and then transferred them to another vehicle.”
“Oh,” Clawhauser said softly. “Oh, Chief, I’m so sorry...”
Bogo held up a hand. “Stop right there, Clawhauser. You have nothing to apologize for. You were off duty; you weren’t even supposed to be here. If you hadn’t shown up and intervened when you did, Judy would be dead and we’d have no idea what happened to her parents. If anyone is to blame for this it’s Wolfowitz for accepting the false officers without question, instead of catching the anomalies you saw. You did good.”
Clawhauser nodded and rubbed his eyes with the back of his paw. “Thank you, Chief.”
“Now, we both know you should be on administrative leave after being involved in a shooting incident, but I have to ask, would you be willing to man your desk back at the station for a bit? You’re the most experienced dispatcher we have, and like to have you there to help coordinate the search for Hopps’ parents. Think you can do it with a bum shoulder?”
Clawhauser pushed himself awkwardly to his feet, and gave Chief Bogo a left handed salute. “Yessir! I’ll go there right now.”
“Good.” Bogo motioned to one of the officers guarding the perimeter from the crowd of curious civilians that were gathering at the outskirts. “Get Clawhauser back to the station, and stand by for further instructions.” That taken care of, he headed inside, riding the elevator up to the Small Mammals ICU. More cops and forensics sloths crowded the area, the body of the white wolf laying in a body bag in Hopps’ room, ready to be zipped up and taken to the morgue for closer examination. “Where is Officer Hopps?” he asked a gazelle nurse hovering nearby.
“We moved her to the end of the hallway,” she said. “Dr. Weismouser is with her now.
“Thank you.” Bogo headed down to a room at the end of the hallway, where an agitated team of hamsters and mice were gathered around a workstation mounted on the wall shelf, looking over data as Judy lay on her bed, still unconscious. “Excuse me, Dr. Weismouser?”
One of doctors turned towards him, looking irritated. “That’s me. Forgive me, but we’re discussing this patient’s care. Please leave; otherwise we’d be violating federal HIPPO regulations.”
“I’m Chief Bogo of the ZPD. I just wanted to make sure Officer Hopps is stable enough to be moved.”
“Move? Move where?”
“I was considering the infirmary of the Zootopia Correctional Institute. It’s the most secure medical facility available.”
Weismouser shook his head. “Out of the question. Given Officer Hopps’ current condition, moving her would be extremely hazardous, especially to a facility without a dedicated ICU. She has to stay here.”
Bogo growled. “Doctor, I don’t have enough officers to spare to secure this wing. You are aware that we’re now also trying to find her parent’s kidnappers as well, yes?”
“I understand your concerns, but she cannot be moved right now,” Weismouser insisted.
He opened his mouth to argue further, but was interrupted by an urgent tone from his radio. “Bogo here,” he snapped. “What's the situation?”
“Sir, it's Francine. There's, um, a concerned citizen down in lobby. He wants to talk to you.”
Bogo growled. “Tell them they can wait. I'm busy up here.”
“I think you really want to talk to him, Chief.”
He paused a moment, trying to read meaning into her strained tone. Finally he said, “I'm on my way.”
When Bogo got down to the lobby, he found a line of six of his officers, staring across the lobby at an equal number of polar bears, dressing in a mix stylish conservative Italian jackets and dark tracksuits with gold chains. He found himself grimacing as he approach the lead bear, who held held out his meaty hand palm up, a familiar looking shrew standing on it.
“Chief Bogo,” Mr Big greeted.
“Mr. Big,” Bogo returned neutrally. “You're a bit outside your territory. This isn't Little Rodentia, or Tundra Town.”
The little arctic shrew spread out his hands. “I could not stay in my house, not when my boys told me what they had heard over their police scanner. First Officer Judy is hurt so terribly, now this Volkov tries to kill her, and also takes her parents. What are you doing about this, Chief Bogo?”
“Finding Volkov and Officer Hopps' parents are my two main priorities right now, Mr. Big. So I would like to remind you that you are delaying me in that task. Time of the essence. The more of it I waste talking to you, the more likely it is that they are going to be found dead at the bottom of a wheelie bin.”
“I do not think that is this Volkov's plan, at least not yet,” Mr Big said, shaking his head. “When he hurt Officer Judy, I thought to myself, this is just one of his boys taking advantage of an opportunity. But now he sends disguised wolves to kill her, take her parents. I think this Volkov is very much trying to make it personal. Volkov is Russian for wolf. I think this wolf wishes to be leader of this city.”
“Asserting dominance,” Bogo concluded, brow wrinkling as he considered the logic of the shrew's conclusion, and not liking the taste of it.
“Yes, you see as I see it. How is it they say in some countries? Counting coup. To be powerful, he must demonstrate his power. Hurting my grandchildrens' godmother, kidnapping her parents, that shows he had power over what I value. And it hurts you, hurts Zootopia as well, to see their hero bunny hurt so.”
Bogo's eyebrows drew down. “Wait, he wants to show his power over Zootopia as well. She's not our only hero.”
“Yes, think of the other, who I have had sup at my table, and who helped Zootopia's hero bunny stop the Night Howlers from poisoning our city.”
He yanked his mobile out of his pocket, and autodialed Wilde's number. When the line picked up, Bogo could hear the thumping of loud, heavy music in the background.
“This is Nick,” Wilde said. “What's up Chief? Anything change with Judy?”
“Wilde, where are you? Are you at home?”
“I cannot tell a lie, Chief,” Wilde replied. “I couldn't sleep, so one of my buddies took me out to this dive of a bar he knows.”
“I need you to come to the station right now.”
Wilde's voice sounded puzzled. “I thought you wanted me to rest.”
“Two of Volkov's thugs just tried to assassinate Hopps at the hospital. They missed and one of them is dead, but the other got away and also kidnapped her parents. I need you to get back to the station where it's safe. I think Volkov is targeting allies and friends of Mr. Big, and respected Zootopia citizens, to actually provoke him into a gang war, to assert his own dominance over the city.”
“Wait, what do you mean they got her parents?” Wilde exclaimed.
“You heard me. We're putting everything we can into finding them, but I need you where I know you're safe. Get back to the station, that's an order.”
There was a long hesitation on the line. “I'll be there as soon as I can,” Wilde replied. “Just gotta take care of one or two things first.”
“Wilde...” Bogo started to growl.
“Caio!” The line went dead. When Bogo tried it again, he immediately got shunted to Wilde's voice mail.
“If he isn't back at the station in a half hour, I'm gonna have him up on charges,” Bogo growled.
“In the meantime, Chief Bogo, may I make a suggestion?” Mr. Big asked. “Your boys concentrate on finding this Volkov. My boys will stay here to guard Officer Judy. They will not let anymore wolves come near here.”
“That... would be appreciated,” Bogo agreed reluctantly. “Thank you.”
“I would do anything for family,” Mr. Big said.
