Zootopia - the Rabbiting ch.10

Chapter 10: Heart to Heart
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Approaching the café, which was befittingly named Cafe Not Late, Judy looked around and tried to spot Honey outside.
She had asked Finnick to stay out in the car and keep a lookout in case anyone suspicious appeared. Not seeing the badger, Judy tried her luck and stepped inside with as the soft ring of a bell announced her entrance.

The café had a pleasant scent of freshly baked goods that was coupled with a powerful aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The interior decorations matched this with its creamy brown furniture; a tiled floor with yellow-grey patterns and several white lamps hanging from the roof that covered the whole place in a warm and inviting glow.
The patrons were chiefly composed of people between ages twenty and thirty who were all either busy chatting with each other or burying themselves in their phones or laptops.

Spotting the familiar honey badger sitting on a couch in the corner of the room, Judy hurried over to her. Instead of her usual lab coat, Honey was wearing a leather jacket, a pair of torn up jeans, another t-shirt that spoke of sheep driven conspiracies and (oddly enough) her trademark lab goggles on top of her head. She was currently staring down at a half eaten piece of lemon cake that she absent-mindedly prodded with her fork, looking very melancholic for some reason.
As Judy announced her presence with a cough, Honey broke away from her trance and gave the bunny a smile… This to Judy felt artificial.

“Hey Jude, took ya long enough. Grab a seat~” She said.
Judy sat down while the forensic scientist produced a stack of files and placed them on the table “This is the info I got on this so-called saint of yours.”

Judy opened up one of the files and began to look trough while Honey kept talking.

“Seems like the bitch is quite a traveller. Considering how many places her name pops up in relation to incidents across the globe, you’d think she’d have a crime spree around the world in 80 days or something,” she murmured, grabbing the file from Judy and flipping over to the last two pages. “Her last known job was in France.”

The more Judy read the report, the colder she felt. Its contents were largely made up of newspaper clippings that spoke of a multitude of victims:

One was about a son of a judge in Poland whose testimony was about to imprison a major crime boss for life.
He had been duct-taped to a seat inside his own car and burned alive.

Another one was the owner of a Chinese computer company.
He had been shot in the face by a sniper bullet during his daughter's birthday party.

A third one was a young musical artist of Afghanistan background, who after promoting female empowerment in her home country had been found dead in her bathroom.
Post-mortem analysis, however, had shown evidence that she had been force-fed with powerful sleeping pills and then drowned in her bathtub.

Biting her lower lip, Judy continued to flip back and forth between the pages while reading about all the other spots where “The Saint” had been linked by some form of evidence, finding that each case was more gruesome than the last.
It was clear that Kozlov hadn’t lied about this woman, but from the things that the bunny could read between the lines inside this file, she certainly wasn’t untouchable or indestructible.
Rubbing her chin, Judy began to think; a plan had started to take shape in her head.

She looked up at Honey, who was caught off guard by the bunny's suddenly determined expression.

“Listen, Honey, I’ve got someone who can not only get Nick out of the slammer but also put that prick Richter behind bars.” Judy said, and started to explain the whole situation with Weaselton before handing the evidence bag with the initiated ring over to Honey, and then continued to tell her how the ill-mannered investigator was connected to all of this. “… And I think he was the one who leaked the info about the footage.”

“You really think he’s behind the whole thing?” Honey asked with a raised eyebrow. "He doesn't strike me as much of a mastermind…"

“I'm not a hundred percent sure. He could probably afford a hit man or two with his payroll, but the unclear thing is the motive… I mean he's a dick, but what would he gain from framing Nick?” Judy wondered as she placed her paws on the table. “Anyway, I'm gonna call our witness. You get in touch with Bogo and tell him about Richter. We also need a safe house with a surveillance van put on it. See I got this plan…”

Leaning across the table, Judy whispered the rough idea of her plan to Honey. As soon as she was done, the badger straightened up and gave her friend an odd look.

“Jude, are you sure that's gonna work?” Honey asked and sounded concerned. “I mean, you read the files… You know what we’re dealing with here.”

“That's why I think it will work. She doesn’t seem like the kind to say no to a challenge, and once we have her, there'll be nothing to keep Nick in the slammer. Trust me, it’s gonna work like charm.” Judy said, grabbing the badger’s hand and smiling.

Looking at her, Honey closed her eyes and sighed. There was something fundamentally un-resistible about the bunny's expression, which radiated with confidence and the will to serve some justice. She could understand why Nick (who on the other paw could probably pose as a textbook example of a cynic) held such great affection for his partner.

"Very well then… Either way, I think Nick's freedom is guaranteed. The footage is almost completely restored; I’ll send it to you by phone once it is done."

After that, Judy gave the badger a hug (getting nearly squeezed to death again when Honey hugged back) and left the café.
Honey stayed behind and finished her lemon cake, now in a considerably better mood than before.
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As Judy went back to Finnick's truck, the fennec started it, banged at the dashboard to shut off the annoying jingle and glanced at the bunny with an inquiring look.

"So, how did it go?"

"Wonderfully. With all the things we have, Nick is going to get out and Richter is going to take his place," she said and ended her sentence with an ill-hidden tone of satisfaction.
Finnick nodded at this with a little smirk.

"That's good to know. Now where would you like to go next?"

"Could you drive me to the Anthill-hotel? That's where my parents are staying."

"Sure thing," Finnick replied and turned the wheel. "By the way, that badger-girl you we're talking with…"

"Yeah?" Judy said and looked at the fennec, who stared back at her with a strange look. Then he waved with his paw in a dismissing manner.

"Forget it, I just had a feeling I'd seen her somewhere before. She's not bad-looking though. I like girls who have a little cushion for the pushing if you know what I mean."

"Uh-huh…" Judy said, briefly wondering why Finnick would share that kind of unwarranted information with her.
As Finnick slowed down for the sake of a red light, Judy looked back at him. "Can I ask you something Finnick?"

"Shoot."

"Whenever I have Nick with me, you act all… Keen on me. But when he's not around, you don't. Why is that?"

Finnick gave the bunny an unsure look before sighing.

"Don't take this the wrong way fluff, but I mostly do it to annoy Nick. Not that you're not a pretty girl, I mean if the offer was on the table I'd go for your fine behind in a second."
This made Judy's eyes widen as she saw Finnick's expression, deducing he was completely and utterly serious.

"Uh, thank you…?"

"You're welcome," Finnick replied. "But as things are, it wouldn't feel right. You're Nick's girl after all."

Judy at first looked confused, and then she gave off a little laugh and looked away.

"Heh, I am sorry Finn, but Nick and I are just friends… There's nothing between us."

"Nothing whatsoever?" The fennec asked with a voice that was heavy with skepticism.

"Well… No." Judy replied anxiously and avoided Finnick's look. This subject made her feel uncomfortable for some reason. "I mean, sure we get along really well, and he's not a bad looking guy…"

Judy's words trailed off. Tapping with his fingers on the wheel while waiting for the traffic light to shift from red to green, Finnick raised his eyebrows.

"Then what is it?"

"I… Well," Judy said, internally wishing that they could be talking about something else. "… I guess it's because it would complicate things. If we were to cross that line and get… non-professional, and it didn't work out, I… I am afraid we wouldn't be able to return. Besides, I hardly think he would be interested."

The fennec stared at the bunny. Not that it was any of his business, but for being such a good detective, this girl seemed to have a problem detecting things that were under her very nose.
Meeting his look, Judy's eyes narrowed in annoyance, almost like she had read his mind.

"Look, Finn, this is a very personal matter. I'd rather not talk about it, okay?"

"Fine," Finnick simply said as the light turned green and he went back driving.
Both he and Judy didn't say anything until they reached the hotel. Pulling over next to the sidewalk, Finnick turned towards Judy again with a pair of serious eyes.

"It may not be my business what you do, but take it from someone who knows: denying your feelings isn’t fair for either of you. Remember that when it's time to deal with this firecracker of yours."

Looking at him for a few moments, Judy then went out of the truck, turned around and looked back at Finnick through the open door.

"Thank you, Finnick… For everything," she said.

"Don't worry about it," the fennec said and put back his sunglasses. "It’s been fun."
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The very next day, Richter was called to the chief’s office. Strolling trough the ZPD and sporting the widest shit-eating grin possible, he couldn't help feeling a measure of pride of how smooth things seemed to transpire. Sure, getting blackmailed by an assassin had not been pleasant, but the payment he got in return wasn't a bad trade-off. All he had to do was to play his cards right by turning a few blind eyes, send some cops onto wild goose-chases and do some under-the-table meddling, and he would be able to walk out of this, literally richer by the experience. Sending an innocent cop to jail was of course, unfortunate. But, he was a fox after all, and it did make the most sense to have him be the patsy.

Just as he opened the door to Bogo’s office, he was surprised to see that not only were the chief there but also Honey Barker and officers Hopps, Manning and Bouvier, all of them staring at the raccoon with a venomous gaze. Blinking and trying to play it cool, Richter flashed a questioning smile as he walked in.

“Well, well, don't you all look happy to see me? To what do I owe such a colorful gathering?”

“Officer Hopps and Honey here claim that you are behind the frame job of Officer Nicholas Wilde,” Bogo said, his eyes narrowing dangerously as stared at Richter.

Adjusting his tie, the raccoon gave off what had been intended to be an amused chuckle, but sounded more like a case of the hiccups.

“Do they now? And what proof would they have of that, huh?” He asked.

“We have a witness in our custody, who’s going to not only going to prove Nick’s innocence but also tell his account on how you hired him to plant the evidence,” the bunny said, which made the raccoon grit his teeth.

“Hmph, I've had enough of this bullshit. Bogo, next time you summon me, do it for something better than a stupid conspiracy theory,” Richter said and moved towards the door, but was stopped as Manning and Bouvier went and blocked his path.

“I didn’t finish Richter…. Because of this, you’re gonna be held in custody for the time being.” Bogo finished, making the raccoon's eyes widen into the size of saucer plates. “If they are wrong, you’ll be released and allowed to continue your investigation. If not, well, I guess we could use a new investigator.”

Richter directed a red-hot glare at both Judy and Honey, who each gave him a happy little wave as he was escorted out from the office.
Exhaling, Bogo glanced at the two females.

“I hope you’re right about this Hopps, or we’ll be in even bigger trouble. So far we've been lucky that the press knows nothing about Nick's predicament… If they get a whiff of this we'll have a circus on our hands."

“I assure you chief, this is a sure fire thing," Judy replied. "Now that we have him, the saint won’t know what to do, and as soon as she is caught, it won't take long before Nick is out and we’ll be able to crack this case completely.”

"All of that sounds great, but what worries me is this plan of yours…"

"I know it's a bit out there, but I've already taken care of my part. The only thing left now is recruiting the right people for it."

The buffalo's brow knitted, and he then pointed a strict finger at Judy.

"Okay, first of all, I'm the chief, don't take the initiative with things like this without an okay from me from now on, understand?" Judy’s eyebrows went up at this, and she nodded. "Second, how do we know that she'll even take the bait?"

"We won't know until we try," Honey added. "Weaselton is gonna be in danger from now on. If he stands trial Nick will walk, and if there's more people in on this like we think, the assassin will have no choice but to make a move." This made Bogo nod in response.

"Very well then…. Let's hope this works." The tense situation was suddenly broken off as Judy could hear a signal coming from her phone. Picking it up, her ears stood up and she hurried out of the office.

"Excuse me; I have to go do something. I'll see you in the bullpen later!"
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Nick stared at the opened package in front of him in disbelief. He had a good idea of what it was by the delicious smell he had felt as his visitors, which seemed to have increased in potency as it had been passed over to him through the food slot. Looking down and opening it, he had found a freshly baked blueberry pie.

He looked up at Stu, Bonnie, and Judy with an awestruck expression.
"You made this for me?"

"Well, Judy made no secret of how much you love blueberries, and I figured you could use something to cheer you up," Bonnie said in a cheerful tone.

"It smells delicious! How did you make this? Ca- I mean Judy said you were staying at a hotel."

"A relative of ours has a bakery in Happy Town, so we just swung by and borrowed his oven," Stu explained.

"I… I don't know what to say," Nick said while wiping his eyes, trying to hide how touched he felt.

"You don't have to say anything, just eat up and tell them what you think," Judy said with a smile.

“Oh, I will!” Nick said excitedly. But then he frowned a little. “Uh… I don’t have any spoon or anything.”

“Oh right!” Stu said, and then leaned and whispered into his wife’s ear. "Listen, honey, maybe you and Judy could go and ask that nice cheetah for one. I can stay here with Nick and… Keep him company.”

Bonnie got a look of understanding and nodded. Wrapping her arm around Judy and then starting to drag her off.

“Come on Judy, let's go fetch a spoon!” She said cheerfully to her surprised daughter.

“Mom, we don’t both need to go get a spoon!”

“Oh no, but I could use your help. This place is so big that I might get lost otherwise!” Nick could hear Bonnie say as they disappeared down the corridor.
As soon as they were out of sight, Stu turned to look at Nick with a serious expression.

"Now that we're alone, there's something I want to talk to you about."

Nick looked at the middle-aged bunny with a half-lidded expression, the hot pie sending its warmth through the box and into the palms of his hands. For some reason, this only underlined the awkward feeling that now radiated the air between him and Stu.

"… It's about me and Judy isn't it?" He said, having expected this little conversation since Stu had mentioned it back at the train station.

"Yeah, I… Well, I didn't want to take it up with Judy around, cause I wouldn’t want her to take it the wrong way. I don’t want you to take it the wrong way either, so I’ll just get straight to it with this question…” Stu scratched the back of his head and looked down, and the following question was mumbled out: “What exactly is your relationship with my daughter?”

Nick stared at Stu and sighed. It felt odd to have someone else but himself ask that question for once.

"… We're friends. Partners," he replied. Stu met his look with an unreadable expression.

"But not just, am I right?"

"What makes you think that?"

At this, Stu gave off a proud smile.

"I have many daughters Nick. All of whom I've raised and many of whom I've seen grow into fine women. Because of that, I have more or less become an expert in spotting when one of them has a crush, and I got to tell ya, my little Jude has one of those when it comes to you." Nick pursed his lips and nodded, which made Stu raise his eyebrows. "… You don't look surprised."

"I'm not,” the fox replied and carefully placed the pie on the bed next to him. “In fact, I've known for a while. But you don’t have to worry… It’s not going to lead to anything."

“Okay, I did not expect that,” Stu said with a stunned expression, before clearing his throat and continuing. “First of all, let's not get ahead of ourselves… I’m not saying I wouldn’t approve of it just yet, I mean let's face it, I barely know anything about you besides the fact that you love blueberries, that you’re Judy’s partner, that she really likes you… And that the first you met you actually swindled her.”

As he said this, Nick gritted his teeth and felt a bit embarrassed. Stu on the other pay no heed of this and went on.

“But let's focus on what you said, that it’s not going to lead to anything… Why would you say that? Is it because you are two different species?"


"… Do you want me to be honest?" Nick asked, getting a nod from the rabbit. "I am very fond of Judy, in fact, she's become one of the most important people in my life. She's helped me in so many ways, and sometimes when I see her, it's like…!"

Nick didn’t finish his sentence, struggling to find the right word. Instead, he waved his paws around his head in wild fashion. Strangely enough, Stu seemed to understand what he meant.

"M-hm, been there," he said.

"Yeah… The only problem is that I can't do anything about it. I’m not saying it’s because I am a fox and she’s a bunny, that's not the main issue,” the fox said and leaned forward, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. “It's just… I am eight years her senior, and… I don't know if what I feel is anything romantic, or if it's just me feeling like a big brother or something… Judy may be sure what she wants, but I don’t exactly know what I feel… I just think it would be unfair to get her hopes up.”

"I see,” Stu said and scratched his chin. “Hmm… You know, that actually reminds me of an old saying: ‘Uncertainty doesn’t last forever, clarity always shows up for us.’ It basically means that it’s okay to feel uncertain as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, because one of these days, something may very well happen that can show you the way.”

“I don’t know…” Nick mumbled.

“Just give it time son, you’ll figure things out,” Stu assured him. “On another note, if you and Jude do go ‘there’, just know that you have my blessing.” Nick gave the rabbit a surprised look.

“That’s pretty big-minded of you.”

“Just because I come from the country doesn’t mean I’m all kinds of intolerant,” Stu said while adjusting the suspenders of his overall. Then his ears twitched, picking up the sound of his wife and daughter approaching. “How about we keep this between us, okay?”

“You got it pops,” Nick replied with a faint smile.
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Later, Bogo, Judy, and Honey was in the meeting room as Bogo addressed a large number of officers of their mission to protect the safe house, while Judy and Honey added a few pointers in regards to it.
As the officers got everything that they needed to know and began to leave the meeting room, one of them stopped as he went around a corner, fished out his phone and began to write a text message at a furious speed.
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Laughter escaped from the ocelot’s mouth as she reclined on Christopher’s couch. The reason for said exclamation of joy (uncharacteristic to her) was because the two were watching an action-horror flick called “From Dusk till Dawn”, a rather dumb and bizarre movie that involved two escaped criminals and vampires of all things. Alexis couldn’t help but to laugh at the cheesy lines and the exaggerated amounts of gore that happened anytime a character used a gun.

She looked at Chris, who was smiling at her.

“So you've never really seen such movies before?” he asked, and the ocelot shook her head.

“Нет (No), but I am thankful for showing me some of them” Alexis replied, then got a strange look as she noticed how the caracal stared at her. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just… I like it when you laugh."

"Oh?" The ocelot said in a surprised tone; she couldn't recall getting such an odd compliment before. "Uh," she began, having a bit of a hard time thinking up an appropriate response, "I like it when you… Stutter." The caracal arched an eyebrow at this.
"Really?"

"No, I… Just didn't what to say really." Looking at Chris, Alexis couldn't help but to note the irony of the situation; this man seemed to have overcome his rather awkward ways, as no longer stuttered and now expressed a much more comfortable body language. She, on the other hand, had started to feel a little nervous. Idle conversations weren't one of her strong suits outside of work, so she found it increasingly difficult to keep a conversation going.
She looked away and gave off a little cough. "Except it does feel good to laugh every once in a while…"

"You don't do it a lot then?"

"No… I guess I just have a hard time finding things to laugh about."

"That's a shame," Chris said and removed his glasses. As he took up a cloth from his pocket at began to clean them, Alexis looked at him again and was about to say something, only to freeze with her mouth open in a stunned expression. Putting them back on, the caracal noticed this. "What is it? Do I have something in my teeth?"

"Can I just check something?" The ocelot asked, and before she could get an answer she edged closer to Chris across the sofa. Getting close enough, she then grabbed the surprised caracal by the right side of his glasses. "Don't blink."

Alexis gently lifted the glasses, inspecting the caracal’s face, which she deduced looked quite different without his glasses, which had apparently enlarged his light-green eyes and made him look a bit childish, like some kind of cartoon character. But without them, Alexis could see that those big grape-like eyes, were in fact thin and sharp. It made him look a lot more adult and actually quite (did she dare to think it?) handsome.

"You look very different without your glasses."

"I get that a lot, it's pretty common for those who are farsighted." He said and gave off a cheeky grin. "I guess that sort of makes me like Clark Kent."

Alexis blinked and asked,

"Who is that?"

"He's this comic-book character who is a powerful superhero called Superman, but he keeps this a secret when he works as a reporter. Nobody recognizes him then because he wears a pair of glasses in his civilian life."
Alexis brow knitted.

"That doesn't make any sense. How come nobody recognizes him?"

"I don't know, but I think it's because people have a tendency of only wanting to see what they want to believe," Chris explained and grabbed Alexis wrist in order to lower his glasses. When he did this, the ocelot twitched and pulled her paw back with a scared expression. Chris jumped and instantly spoke in an apologetic tone. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I - I forgot that you don't like to be touched."

Looking at the caracal, who looked genuinely sorry, Alexis felt a sting of guilt. He had after allowed her to get close to him. Considering that, she felt kind of silly about being so sensitive about this.

"No, I'm sorry… Look, it's not because of you that I'm like this, it's just that I…"

Just then her cell phone beeped. Checking it out, she furrowed her eyebrows when she saw who was calling.

“Hrm….”

“Something wrong?” Chris asked and tilted his head.

”Something has come up at work,” Alexis replied, as she looked at the caracal. “It seems like I’ll have to our little свидание (date). I'm sorry, but my boss is a real asshole and doesn't like to wait.”

Christopher got a bit of a disappointed look, but then smiled and nodded before walking her to the door.

“There’s gonna be a… Hrm… game sale tomorrow," he said while his trademark stutter had started to resurface again. "And I was wondering if you’d like to tag along and m-maybe we can catch a movie after that…They are showing Dr. Strange.” He said, his ears pressing to his scalp again while his cheeks began to heat up. “I-i-if you’ll be… Mm… Free and wanna do it.”

Alexis stopped and turned to give Chris a mischievous look.

"Do it? Isn't that more of a third date sort of thing?" She teased, which in turn made Chris's eyes widen into an embarrassed horror.

"No, I- that's not what I meant I-"

"I am just kidding. Silly kitty…" Alexis said, leaned over and gave his nose a little lick, which made the caracal stiffen in surprise. "But I am a little uncomfortable dating in public places… Maybe we could order some food and just hang out again?"

"That… That sounds delightful," Chris said with a little smile.

"See you next time," Alexis said, leaving the caracal’s apartment. As she closed the door behind her, Chris placed his paw over his nose lovingly.
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Stepping back inside her darkened flat, the ocelot rubbed her forehead a little and then shook her head. Nice things were going to have to wait, so she pulled up her phone and dialed Wooly’s number as she strolled into the kitchen.
The dial tone only ringed twice before someone picked on the other end, and she immediately spoke into it with a venomous tone.

"This better be important you fluffy bastard."

“We have a problem….” Wooly's voice coldly replied while Alexis checked her fridge.

“А когда у тебя их нету? (When don’t you have them?) What is it this time; someone stole your shampoo?”

“Richter is in the hot seat. Apparently, that chicken-shit hired an outsider to place the evidence in the fox's apartment instead of doing it himself. Now that weasel has fingered him and is gonna rat him out!”

"Hiring a weasel to do his dirty work, what a moron…! So what do you expect me to do about it?”

“We can't take any chances. If the weasel talks, Richter might break under pressure and could implicate us all! Plus, the boss won’t be happy knowing that the fox is out of custody. We don't have any choice. The weasel must be eliminated."

Closing the fridge after taking out a cold can of cider, Alexis placed it against her head in order to ease a growing headache.

"Newsflash lamb chop: I am in no condition to chase any of them down!" Alexis growled into the phone. "I'm still sore from that venture at the police station, and both the cops and Mr Big's men are after me because of your bullshit! Why don't you just fix 'em yourselves?!"

“If they see rams, it won't take long before they figure out who's behind this. Besides, you're the only one skilled enough to get the job done and then get out alive again. If you do this, consider your payment doubled."

"Money is no good to me if I bite the dust!"

"That's a risk we're willing to take pred. Remember that you still have a job to do, and if you don't fulfill your end of the bargain, you should keep in mind that we won't keep ours and that we can make an anonymous call to that fucking shrew just like that!" Wooly hissed back at her in anger, which was followed a sharp sound that signified how the sheep had snapped his fingers. "Do we understand one another?"

“Purrrrfectly," the ocelot replied with boiling anger. "When you put it like that, how could I refuse? But then the price better be doubled, or else I swear I'm gonna find you, and then I'm going to use you as a scratching post before drowning you in lemon juice!"

"I'll keep that in mind," Wooly replied. "The weasel is named Duke Weaselton; a little creeper that has worked with us before. He's gonna be positioned in a safe house soon enough; I'll mail the address to you as soon I can."

"Understood… Wait a sec, what about my car?” Alexis asked, suddenly recalling how she had left it parked outside the police station. "Did any of you move it after I was kidnapped?"

“Relax, we've dealt with it. In fact, we have something special planned for it, but that's nothing you have to deal with. You just take care of the weasel, then you can relax till the final phase. Heck, feel free to go and fuck that caracal you've been seeing.”

The last sentence made Alexis's heart stop. Squeezing her phone with a tight grip, she spoke into the phone with sweet but dangerous voice.

"So you know about that?"

"We always keep tabs on the people we work with, including their little… Indulges."

"He's an innocent, he has no idea of what I am or what I do, so there's no reason for you stick your big fat nose into any of that."

"Oh, is that so? Very well then, as long as it doesn't distract you from our main goal, you can do as you please… See you around," Wooly said and dialed off.

Letting out a frustrated groan, the ocelot opened the can of cider and took a few deep gulps before dialing another number. Waiting in silence, she then heard the phone on the other end being picked up.

“Hello, Химик (chemist), this is your favorite ocelot. I need to ask for something… Mmm… No, not any of those things. I need some firepower… Heh no, nothing that insane… Not today anyway. I also need a new car if you can provide that~”
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