"Hey" I said as the door swung open. Kyler pulled back a bit, looking me up and down. He didn't say anything at first, so I just stood there with a smile. "What?" I placed both paws on my sides. "Been watching the news?" I stepped inside the door frame.

"Yeah." He said, clearly zoned out. It felt a bit awkward, just a little. Kyler coughed into a fist, unaware of what to say.

"If you want to hug me, I don't mind." I chuckled. A paw smacked gently against my chest.

"I'm not hugging you unless you are dying." He turned towards the living room.

"Technically we're all dying, only slowly." I followed up, walking into the living room with him.

"Yeah, a few a little faster than others." Kyler pointed at the TV. A video of the hospital was shown. They wouldn't let a camera into Nick's room, but they were talking about his... condition.

"They know that much, huh?" I asked. The police force probably confiscated a lot of things from that garage, including everything they need to to know about the super soldier project, which includes the ticking time bomb that is Nick. His lifespan is questionable, but probably, strongly reduced by that damn serum. Hopefully Zootopia funds a science division around that, that would be the day. We have all the technology, after all.

"Yup, everything from A to Z." He scratched his cheek. "Those comics we used to read were hiding something." He elbowed my arm.

"You know, according to this, I am the most advanced being on the planet, maybe not like in the comics, but still something." I tossed a USB drive into the air and caught it.

"Really now?" Kyler grinned. "Wonder how many jackasses will show up at your door." He pondered. Jackasses? What?

"What do you mean?" I looked over at the front door in confusion.

"Most advanced being." He repeated after me. "I wouldn't be surprised if every government in the world wants you to work for them." He paused, thinking. "As like an agent, or maybe a spy." He shrugged and jumped the counter between the kitchen and the living room. That made a lot of sense, actually.

"Yeah." I looked down, "I'll see you tonight probably, I'm going to visit someone." I walked towards the front door, slipping on my shoes.

"Who?" Kyler shouted as he slammed the fridge from the kitchen.

"Not sure yet." I shrugged to myself as I pulled the door closed behind me.

"Wish he'd stay longer." I heard Kyler say to himself from inside the kitchen. Enhanced hearing is a bit intrusive. I climbed into my police cruiser and turned the keys. I'll probably visit Nick and Judy, maybe Felix? Elliot? Ivan? Jesus I had a lot of people on the schedule. If you're wondering why I'd want to speak with Felix or Elliot, it's because the only other talking they will be doing is under a bright light with two luniticts across the table with notepads. I know I'm by no means their friend, but I think some normal conversation could make them losen up.

I drove around with little to nothing on my mind, it was to say the least, peaceful. I didn't have to worry where my friend were, I didn't spend every second alone thinking about catching Dr. Harris, and above all, I didn't have to worry about wether I could dodge the next bullet. The street ahead began to tear apart, the mammals fading. My fur tensed up, and I slammed on the breaks, but nothing happened. The comfort of my car seat now cold and solid. Four walls shot up on either side of me, one with a glass window.

"You sure you're okay?" The gritty voice of Anderson came from across the table my paws rested on. I wasn't in my car, not an interrogation room. I looked over the glass. It was a hospital. While I couldn't see the lower half of the room, the cabinents and ceiling gave it away.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I smiled to him, unaware of what he was talking about. He flinched slightly, and squinted.

"If there is anything we can help you with just give us a call, you don't need to lift a finger." He soothed. Why was he being so nice? Another thought came to my mind.

"Hey Anderson, what's going to happen with the remains of the super soldier project?" I looked up at the ceiling during my little brain storm.

"Hell, who knows." He shrugged, "Could be put to great use in the right hands." I dropped my gaze at the ceiling and looked back down to him.

"No." I murmured. "The super soldier project is evil." My eyes half closed.

"Yet here you are." Anderson smiled, damn it.

"Yeah, luckily I haven't dropped dead yet." I snorted and slouched down in my chair.

"Are you even upset?" He growled lightly.

"What the hell is your problem?" I accused, making Anderson stand up and walk over the door.

"We'll be in touch." He slammed the door behind him. The otter's footsteps stopped just outside.

"What'd he say?" I heard Judy say, making my spirits rise.

"Nothing." He sighed and continued through another door. A beeping noise swam through my ear, making me scratch it, slightly frustrated. I shook my head a bit, but no result. I slowly stood up from my chair and walked over to the glass window on the same wall as the door. Judy stood alone next to a hospital bed, where a fox lied: bandages around his head.

"A few a little faster than others." I softly repeated to myself. Nick didn't strike gold.

Author's Note

Sorry about the re-upload of this chapter, I added a bit. I have decided on a few things; I will probably create a separate story for a squeal to this story, maybe with a new cover art, shiny. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this cliffhanger. If you are eager to read more, just check my profile sometime hopefully next week or so and I'll try to get it up then. It's been a blast writing this and I hope that you will stick around for the squeal.

Quick question, the squeal may be a little bit further down the road on the timeline. Would you guys mind a heavier sci-fi element in the squeal?

(I may also try to do another story if I have the time, which let's face, I probably don't, but I can only hope.)

See you next time.