ZOOTOPIA TANK POLICE
Capítulo 6: Never trust a peacock
Boss Bogo was speechless, such was the impression he had received from Deputy Mayor Bellweather that he could only open his jaw.
“Well," said the future mayor of Zootopia, "Officer Hoops, Officer Keyheart, I hope you both won't talk to any member of the press.”
“Don't worry, Vice Mayor," the rabbit and the cat were secured with a nod.
Bellwheater was satisfied and then left the tanker police hangars to keep to her busy schedule, followed by Benjamin Garraza.
The tanker animals were looking forward to the situation. His superior buffalo was breathing agitated and at the end, he turned around to confront his two subordinates.
“Well, Subcommander Keyheart, you seem to have got away with it. The cute little bunny will still be in the way around. Too bad we can't offer you a tank, after all, they're all under repair.”
“Thank you, Commander," Key thanked him, "but the buffalo ignored him and turned to Judy.”
“Listen to me, cute bunny, this time Bellwheater saved you, however, I am still your superior and therefore I will put you on probation. You run the red light again this week and I will be sure to put my "fair" opinion of your work on my tank force in your performance report. This time neither that sheep nor Chief Rosano will stop me from kicking you out like I should have the first day you came.”
“Sir” It was all Judy could say as she stood up and kept her eyes on Bogo.
“Commander, may I ask what the probationary period will be?”
“Well the usual, like cleaning latrines, washing battalion clothes, taking our coffee.... operating one of the tanks.”
“But sir," said Judy, worried, "you said that the tanks will be repaired and that will take...”
“Chief Bogo, you're asking the impossible to Judy, she won't be able to spend the trial week without her own tank," Key said angrily.
“That's not my problem Keyheart, the cute bunny should have thought better of it when she decided to join the tanker police and worse still, to have destroyed my personal tank... my baby, it wasn't a reinforced ceramic tank, it was a Ran tank made of steel! Ag, how my bile is corroding right now!”
Judy couldn't take it anymore, her ears fell out and her nose shook as tears streamed down her eyes.
“Hey," said Bogo, as he pulled his face closer to Judy's face, "it is I who should be crying right now, you hear me, it is I who should be crying right now!”
“SO CRY AT ONCE," Suddenly Judy shouted at him with all the power of her small lungs and glued her face full of fury to Bogo's bad face.
Judy then stepped out of the hangars with a firm and dignified step, slamming the door shut so hard that the window pane broke and fell to the ground.
All the animals, including Key, were like statues and with their mouths open, yet they were not half as surprised as Chief Bogo.
“But... but... what did She say! Now She'll find out!”
The buffalo was very angry, so angry that he pulled out his gun and was already on his way to meet the rabbit.
“No boss Bogo, don't do it!” Key pleaded with him, holding one of his legs and his belt.
It must have been the adrenaline that gave the cat the strength to stop Bogo, who was very tall and muscular, who kept insisting on going after Judy.
“Look," said a rhino, "Chief Bogo wants some action. Let the fight begin!”
The other huge animals cheered for the idea and all of them went to Bogo to tackle him, so the typical "salon brawl" began. Punches, kicks, bites and so on, they came and went, back and forth, definitely one more day in the tough tanker police.... a unit of macho males!
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The Zootopia naturist centre had already closed its doors, but a small group of animals were in one of the enclosures, listening as a small light beige desert fox cried out loud.
“No, this can't be happening! We were supposed to become the meanest gang in all of Zootopia! And now it turns out we're heroes!”
“Well, I'm not happy about this situation either, Finnick," said Duke Roedriguez, the weasel, who didn't feel much pity for his little boss who threw a tantrum on the couch. “With the attention given to us by the press, our faces are now known. Somewhat unhelpful given our daily scam activities, I wonder how I'm going to sell my pirated videos now that everyone can identify me.”
“You're ungrateful, after all I've done to make our gang respected all over town! (and for Gazelle to notice me) Tell me Nick, my faithful fellow con man, you do understand me, don't you?”
“Aha, tell me Finnick, what do you think of this new poppy poppy ice-cream model I designed?" asked the indolent orange fox as he reviewed the popysipatite drawing.
“You're not helping!” He was being held by Yax, the hippie Yak, so that he wouldn't shoot his way to Nick and Duke and start a fight.
“Quiet boss," Jax recommended, while a lot of flies surrounded him and Finnick, "calm your chakras, otherwise you will never reach enlightenment.”
“I have to plan another masterstroke! And by the way, where's Flash? I sent him to get the paper this morning and he's not coming back yet.”
Just then the sloth bear man came in, very happy with himself because he had been very quick to bring the newspaper and did not entertain himself by talking to anyone. In Finnick, a vein swollen in his forehead appeared.
“It's no big deal now," said Nick, who took pity on his friend and went to bring him the newspaper because Flash was taking too long to address his boss.
Finnick proceeded to read the newspaper and suddenly a smile was drawn on his little snout.
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Zootopia was known for its multitude of industrial areas, which were spread across all habitats, of course due to the economic crisis many of the factories were abandoned, and it was in one of these abandoned factories that a clandestine meeting was held.
“Did you bring the samples?” said the figure of a snowy peacock, which at that time was covered by the shadows of the dimly lit environment.
“Here they are," said Buajaja, the pig. “Hey, what do you need these urine samples for? You told me that these things would help protect us from germs in the atmosphere produced by pollution.”
“That's right, these beauties contain the secret to making us immune to toxins. It is a pity that pollution is not easy to solve but we can do something to stop using these biological protection masks throughout the northern hemisphere, especially in Zootopia.”
“These things are a nuisance, meow," said Annapuma. “In the other cities we only have to wear them once in a while, but in this city we have to wear them every day.”
“That will soon be over," continued the peacock. “We will use the train that crosses all the habitats of Zootopia to spread the compound throughout the zootropolis so that everyone can breathe without the help of those damn masks.”
“Why didn't the Zootopia government carry out this plan nya?” asked Unipuma.
“For the interests of the people involved. The deceased mayor knew the truth but preferred to file everything and that no one else be aware, after all he was the owner of the factory of biological protection masks. In addition, there are many pharmaceutical companies not only in Zootopia but around the globe that make a lot of money selling drugs to alleviate the symptoms of bacteriological contamination caused by pollution. Well, not anymore, thanks to you Buajaja.... and your associates.”
“When will you start the project?” asked Buajaja.
“It will take a little time, but not too long. Don't worry, while the waiting period will serve to get the Ran tanks to arrive, which your two associates will use against the tanker police.”
“Just two tanks?” said the pig worried.
“Don't worry, the tanks will be here soon. At that time I doubt that all the police tanks are repaired, in fact I don't think there will be any.”
The peacock gave the trio some papers containing information about the tanks.
“Hey, those things look awful, meow!”
“Yes, we want to conduct beautiful and aesthetic tanks nya!”
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Shen...” was trying to say the leader of the Newport gang.
“Lord, I am a Lord, speak to me properly," the peacock interrupted him.
“I'm sorry," Bujajaja apologized as a vein swelled in his neck, "but these tanks are an antique.”
“I know they are not Ran Arachne tanks or armoured ceramic tanks like the ones the police have, but these models are ready and because of their age cannot be traced back to my other associates or myself.”
“I see, well, just give us the advance payment and then don't forget to contact us when you decide to carry out the plan," said the fat criminal and together with the big blond cats left the abandoned factory.
Shen entered his limousine and proceeded to light a laptop, which after a few seconds showed the image of the Mayor of Roca del Rey: Scar, the lion.
“Tell me Shen, did those idiots believe those lies you told them?”
“That's right, Scar, they don't suspect that with your help we'll destroy Zootopia.”
“Idiots, the samples they gave us will not make them immune to bacteria in the atmosphere, they will only make you healthy.”
"We animals are very adaptable, we develop immune defenses against bacteria which give us some protection. Not entirely, after all, we must take medication and wear those masks.”
“I didn't lie to them, I only told them a half-truth, Scar, when the urine sample compound is spread all over the city, all the animals will become healthy. That is, they will not have antibodies in their bodies to fight off germs and will get sick right away.”
“Everything will become chaos and you, my friend, will become the Mayor of Zootopia, so we will be one step ahead of carrying out our mission.”
The laptop screen showed Scar's Machiavellian smile, which corresponded to the dangerous psychotic look of the bird. The limousine left the industrial area and was lost on a main avenue in Zootopia.
CONTINUARÁ…
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