ZOOTOPIA TANK POLICE
Capítulo 7: A cat with a plan
Judy was in one of the depots in the police station, in front of her was the remains of what was once Chief Bogo's huge green tank, now it was just a pile of junk.
“Judy, are you here?” Key asked.
“Hello Key... Oh, my God Key, what happened to you!”
The handsome black cat had a swollen right eyelid, you could tell he had been hit in that place.
“Don't tell me that stupid buffalo hit you!”
“Don't worry, it's not what you think. The whole battalion of the tanker police got involved in a more physical show of camaraderie, it happens sometimes when a lot of testosterone is accumulated, in the end everyone feels more relaxed and helps you to strengthen the bonds between peers as I told you.”
“That's so... absurd," said Judy. “On second thought, though, my childhood with my more than 200 siblings comes to mind.”
"There was no room for delicacy over there. I guess that's why I am who I am and I decided to be a cop in the end, and my dream was always to drive one of those tanks... the power, the strenght, everything!”
"Sorry, I guess I shouldn't seem like someone of my race and size to you, although that never seemed to me to be an obstacle to achieving my goals.”
“Well, I think you're very feminine, Judy.”
“I think you're very feminine, too, Key," said the rabbit with a sarcastic look.
“Ouch, that hurt.”
“You're easy to bother with that little face of yours, not to mention that name, Subcommander Key Keyhearth.”
“Funny girl, look who's talking about last names, Officer Judy Hoops.”
“Ouch too. Why don't parents change their last names? Don't they see how their children can suffer bullying at school?”
“At least you got a normal name Judy, my mom named me K. E. Y.”
Although she didn't propose it, Judy began to laugh, but stopped when Key approached her, so close, that he violated her personal space.
“With that pretty little face of yours, Judy, I bet you had problems in school too, or did your brothers act as bodyguards?”
“They did it, they smashed the face of any idiot who came too close to me and tried to flirt with me," said Judy, with her index finger nailed to the cat's chest, she pushed the other person away.
The two policemen stared at each other with a defiant smile on their lips.
Key decided to be the gentleman and was the first to look away, not down, but fixed his huge eyes on the junkyard.
“I won't make it Key, will I?”
“As bureaucratic as it is to ask for a new tank, I don't think so. There is one solution, though.”
“Really? Tell me!”
“Well, that's what this junk is, Judy: junk. The advantage is that we don't need a lot of paperwork and waiting time to transform all this into a tank that you can operate before the time Bogo gave you is over.”
“Do you think we can turn all this into a tank?”
“Didn't you graduate top of your class, official Hoops ? I'm sure you'll be able to do it, besides, I'm not leaving you alone, I'll help you too, after all I was also the first in my class.”
Judy was so happy that she jumped up and hugged Key. The cat was a little unsure of how to reciprocate the hug but in the end he also hugged the rabbit, not too tightly, but the hug took a long time.
The violet-eyed rabbit realized that the embrace had taken much longer than "three Mississippi" and flushed out the physical contact.
“Calm down, Judy, you can hug me all you want.”
“Idiot, I'm going to call my brothers to beat you up," said as she gave him a loving fist strike.
“Auch," said Key, as he pretended pain and rubbed his arm.
“Don't be a child and let's start with this.”
Neither short nor lazy, both small animals, took on the task of saving all the usable parts, at the end of the day they were exhausted and covered with grease and engine oil.
Judy complained as she lifted up her shirt and moved it with her hand trying to ventilate her chest.
“Wait a minute, I'll get you a canned soda. What brand do you prefer?”
“Bring me the drink forbidden in Brazil: 7Up"
“How good that was, Judy, you're a cruel girl," celebrated Key, laughing with that characteristic form of his race (nyajaja).
“I always liked the way you cats laugh. Hurry up with the drink, Key.”
The cat went out for the refreshments and on his way back he saw how Judy had two slender, lop-eared ears again.
“Take Judy.”
“Thanks Key... tell me, nobody had such a disastrous first day in a tank, did they?”
“It is said that those who make mistakes their first few times last longer.”
“Hey, that's from the anime Hellsing!”
“What, you like anime too!”
“I like real vampires, not the ones that shine and are made up like effeminate pre-Revolution French people.”
“Good girl!”
“Better anime!”
They both laughed and drank the refreshments. Judy watched sideways as Key's Adam's apple rose and fell.
"Oh, my sweet cheese crackers, this guy's so fucking handsome!"
“Well, we can say we took advantage of the day, can't we?”
“Hey, sure.... I want to take advance on you, I mean, it was a good day.”
“Of course..." agreed Key, pretending not to notice his companion's lapse.
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By nightfall Judy was in her greasy little apartment. She had prepared her dinner preheated and after brushing her teeth and showering, she had put on her pajamas of my little pony and got into bed while holding her Komodo dragon plush. However, her thoughts traveled into the afternoon of intense work with her companion.
Judy hadn't planned it, but she bent her knees as her right hand lowered lower and lower and her left arm held the weird stuffed animal tighter and tighter. In the end, Judy's breathing became choppy and she stopped hugging the stuffed animal and put the back of her hand on her sweaty forehead.
“Yes, after all, it was a good day.... I just hope that tomorrow will get better," she said with a soft murmur.
On the other side of the wall there were the muffled giggles of his two annoying neighbors.
Judy, red as a tomato, punched the wall hard and heard the two annoying people fall to the ground and try to not make any noise as they got up.
"I can't believe it, they've listened to me all this time since I've been in bed," Judy thought between angry and embarrassed. "I have to find another apartment! One that doesn't have such thin walls!"
Judy covered herself with the sheets and wished the earth would swallow her up right there.
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The clock sounded the alarm, it was five in the morning and Judy was already dressed in her cosplay police uniform. This time, however, his anger was not directed at her joking brothers, but at the two neighbors who lived next door to him.
“IT'S FIVE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING”
“I LOVE TO GET UP EARLY BEFORE SUNRISE”
“I'M A TANKER COP AND I CHASE DOWN BAD GUYS AND EAVESDROPPERS”
“IF I FIND ONE, I'LL KICK HIS BALLS, PERIOD”
So Judy sang at the top of her lungs and screamed with a loud voice, knowing that her two neighbours would be as quiet as they could get.
Judy went out to the door and looked at her neighbours' door. She slammed the door of her apartment shut so hard that the noise was sure to be heard throughout the building.
The rabbit would repeatedly strike the ground nervously with her paw on that characteristic twitch of hers. Since the neighbors didn't show up at the door, Judy thought it best to go to work.
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In spite of the bad mood, she could not help but smile at Benjamin Garraza's good-natured face, who greeted her and ate a couple of donuts at the same time.
"Even though he does nothing but eat at work. Now I see why it's the first face you see when you walk into the police department's main headquarters," Judy reasoned, "Benjamin is a sweetheart, you can't stay mad at him."
Judy entered the hangar where the scrap metal she was planning to turn into a tank was located and soon Key entered the place.
“Good morning, Judy. Ready for another day of hard work?”
“Good morning, Key, yes, totally ready. I see your eyelid isn't swollen anymore... but you have dark circles under your eyes. Didn't you sleep well last night?”
“I had a bit of a backlog, nothing to worry about.”
“I forgot that as a sub-commander you have a lot of obligations! Forgive me, Key, I'm causing you trouble!”
“As Mayor Bellweather says, "We have to help each other among the little ones”.”
“You're right, I do like Bellweather.”
“Me too, too bad that she has so many problems.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well for a while now, that sheep...”
Key moved his arm and pretended as if he was drinking alcohol.
“In short, yesterday we separated the pieces that could be useful to us. Now we have to see what kind of tank we are going to build, the work we have to do today is not going to be physical, but mental.”
“And what kind of tank do you have in mind, Key?”
“It'll have to be one with whom you can win the tests that Chief Bogo gives you.”
“What kind of test do you think Bogo will get me through?”
“Knowing what Bogo is like, Yes.... Surely the test will consist of speed of displacement, maneuverability, and all this taking the factor of zero destruction of public and private property by displacement.”
Judy's ears fell off.
“Don't worry, Bogo thinks he's already got you, but you can count on me. And I'll tell you what.... I play dirty too," said the cat and laughed with disguise.
“So what have you planned?”
“I already gave a request form to Bogo, he thinks we are building a tank just like the other officers. Now, Bogo will go to Chief Rosano and inform him of the test, once this is done there is no turning back, the commissioner will ask him for a report as to what the test will consist of.”
"The test cannot be modified in any way. When Bogo orders you to do the test, he will be surprised to see you with a tank that can overcome all the obstacles he puts in your way.”
“Key, you're a genius! But wait.... Do you think we'll have enough time? I also have to be the maid of the rest of the tanker battalion.”
“Don't worry, I already talked to the guys and they're not as bad as Bogo. I won't lie to you, they're not jumping for joy with the prospect of having a girl (especially a rabbit) in the tanker police, but they plan to give you a fair chance. But I'm afraid you'll have to bring that creepy buffalo his coffee every now and then.”
Judy's ears got up and she breathed easy again.
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Like her friend told her, this time the job was mental. All day long they debated what the new tank should look like.
In the end, they decided on a compact model for two small crew members. It would be equipped at the rear with a heavy Vulcan machine gun and anti-riot gas launchers; and it would have four independent crawler tracks each equipped with a protruding shell socket for greater stability and grip on any terrain, which would offer fast and tight turns. In addition, they would sacrifice the long range penetrating power of the main canyon, for a short canyon of greater efficiency at short distances but with rapid reloading.
“Well, what are you going to name it?”
“Hmm? I hadn't thought of that.”
“Think of a pretty name, it's your tank after all.”
Judy felt a little warmth spread across her chest. Yeah, it would be her tank.
“How about... Bonaparte.”
CONTINUARÁ…
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