Bogo considered his options; massaging the bridge of his muzzle. "Hang on, so you mean that sending a helicopter would be dangerous?"

"It is just a wild guess Chief; We do not know how well prepared they are in terms of firearms therefore, playing safe for now would be a better option," Nick proposed. He watched as the usual band of news hungry reporters violently jostled their way to the front of the crowds, microphones in tow. "Perhaps seeking attention from the media is one thing they wanted."

"They want to be famous?" Judy quipped, intentionally flashing a dumb question.

"Er… no. More like something along the lines of delivering a performance, Carrots. If they want to influence the masses, this is the optimal method to do so."

"Please do not push against the police tape! This area has been cordoned off for your safety!"

Wolford was close by, barking through the loudspeaker that he had in his paw as Fangmeyer did his best to hold back all the agitated news anchor crews.

Judy observed as the two as they handled the rowdy crowd. Wolford was still clad in his dri-FIT clothes; to him, the ZPD uniform was too stiff and hot for his liking. Chief Bogo had warned him countless of times to stick to the dress code but the orders had always fallen on deaf ears. She chuckled silently - Nick was the exact opposite of him in terms of suiting up; wearing the same collared Hawaiian shirt outfit ever since he started hustling had made him more accustomed towards the uniform instead. The last time she ever saw him in dri-FIT was during his officer training.

"What, Whiskers? Hit your funny bone?" Nick had noticed.

"It's nothing," Judy sniffed.

He eyed her skeptically. "... Right."

"Wolford! Lend me a paw, would ya? These guys are too much for me to handle alone!" Fangmeyer complained.

"Hold up, I will aid you as soon as I address the other side," Wolford exclaimed, giving the faulty loudspeaker a firm whack on the receiver.

"You better hurry up!"

"Enough watching Fangmeyer and Wolford; We may not have an ordinary robbery to deal with," Chief Bogo snapped, pulling the two back to the situation at hand. Attention back to him, he then signaled for two other officers. "Johnson, Anderson! I require your assistance."

The lion and the polar bear officer joined the meeting.

"Alright, here is the plan. I need you four to enter the building in pairs, search the area and secure the hostage. Judging from how they have intentionally left the entrance open, they might have anticipated us beforehand and perhaps set up a couple of traps. Due to that, Anderson's pair would enter second."

Anderson exchanged glances with his partner. "Why?"

"If it is indeed laced with traps or set for an ambush, you two being larger would be an easy target," Bogo answered thoughtfully. "We must take into consideration that we are just typical police officers and not tactically equipped SWAT specialists."

Bogo pointed at the vests which they were wearing. "These Kevlar vests may protect you from a simple gunshot of a handgun, but who knows what type of firearms they possess. This is not a computer game where you run off face first into the war zone and obtaining multiple bullet wounds like it is nothing - in reality, one lethal, well aimed shot is all it takes to remove a valuable Officer off the ranks permanently."

Anderson and Johnson gulped.

"Which brings me back to my decision. Anderson, I need you to lob a tear gas grenade into the building. Then, I need Wilde to enter first," Bogo locked eyes with Nick. "You are the best when it comes to sensing danger. Give a signal if the coast is clear - If it's an ambush, exit the building immediately."

Nick could have sworn his heart stopped. Him? Going alone, without Judy - head first into possible death? How about… nope. Nevertheless, Bogo did get one fact of him right - sensing for danger is his forte, but only from a safe distance. He is definitely not taking a chance upon stepping into a minefield.

The fox laughed nervously. "Aha ha, Chief! How weird of you to crack a joke at this time! It's a joke, right? Please tell me you are kidding."

"Do you think I would be joking about this, Wilde?" A Rhetorical question. Ho boy.

Nick was practically on full panic mode. He has always been fleeing from danger; and dying was the last item on his list. He stared absently at the entrance. "Hah… this must be where it all ends."

Judy placed a paw on his shoulder. "Calm down, Nick."

Bogo crouched in front of Nick.

"Listen, fox. Hopps is right - You have to focus. If you flip on your panic switch, you are more than dead. Get a grip; you have always wanted to be a police officer to protect the citizens of this city, did you not?" Bogo knocked some sense into him. It seemed to have worked. "We need your expertise, Wilde."

Nick cleared his thoughts. Chief was right; he is a police officer now, not some typical small time hustler out in the streets. Running away from trouble does not cut it in this field. He ran a paw across his face. Concentrate - never let them see that they get to you.

"Alright. Thanks for the refresher, Chief. You too, Carrots."

"You owe me a drink, fox face," Judy joked.

Nick waved a finger. "Maybe when I come back from the building alive, then I will consider."

[Richard]

Seating at the back seat of a cop car was getting dull. It had been roughly thirty minutes since the Nick and Judy left the cruiser - all I could do was watch them interact with the other police officers who were present at the scene. Listening to the commotion was a no go as the windows were locked tight. On surface level, it does not seem a difficult problem to solve - just toggle the window locks; simple, huh? No. Looking at the dashboard, there were a couple of different buttons that could be pressed but I did not want to try my luck on those. Who knows what sorts of mechanical doohickeys are installed into this vehicle?

With the awareness of being isolated from the outside gnawing painfully into my sanity, I began to feel a little claustrophobic. Was this how detention after school felt like? I drove my fists forcefully into the car seats. My thirst for adventure was etching a message into my brain - I needed out of here.

I looked out from the side window. There was an elephant officer close by; thank god for that. I banged my paw against the window repeatedly - hopefully she can hear it. From what I had learned from the documentaries, elephants had a good sense hearing. For once in my life, I prayed to the gods of biology - if they exist.

The elephant immediately reacted to the banging. Did not take long for her to notice it was coming from the cruiser. At first, she tried to ignore the sounds - probably assuming that I was some persistent criminal who was left trapped inside the cop car. But she did approach me with folded arms in annoyance after she figured I am not stopping the ruckus. Not wanting to give her the wrong idea, I tried my best in trying to look innocent. After all, I am still sixteen years of age.

The elephant's eyes widened when she saw me. Reaching into her pocket, she fished out a set of keys and unlocked the car door. A wave of relief poured over me when it opened as fresh city air from the outside greeted my lungs. The air freshener inside was on the verge of suffocating me to death with its concentrated flowery scent.

"Nick? No, you look a little younger. Are you his relative?" The elephant asked.

"He is my uncle," I answered casually, doing a couple of arm and leg stretches. "He offered me a ride back to the city."

"Well, well! He never said that he had nephews! I must ask him about that the next time we converse." She looked towards the bank. "Are you waiting for him to come back?"

I scratched my head. "Yeah. They said they have a case to attend to."

"Yeah, I have been informed that there is a robbery taking place inside the bank. Say, what's your name? Mine's Francine, pleasure to meet you."

"Richard. Nice to meet you as well."

The walkie talkie on her belt crackled. "Francine, Trunkaby. Anything new to report? Over."

"Give me a second, Richard." Francine held up her device. "Francine here. We have been observing the Southwest corner of the building; so far there is nothing noticeable to report, over."

As Francine was busy conversing with supposedly what I assumed was Chief Bogo, I spent the time scanning around my surroundings. Out of all the architecture that populated this part of the downtown, the bank was the most outstanding. I found it peculiar why this bank was not constructed with all the other skyscrapers near the middle of the city. It dwarfed all the neighboring shop houses and apartment complexes in terms of its sheer height. I shrugged dismissively - maybe it's one of those economical strategies that businessmen would proudly boast, or perhaps they hired some 'feng shui' experts to determine the placement of their establishment. I leaned against the cruiser, feeling a little dreary. It was already late at night, sleep is definitely catching on to me, despite the four hours back at Stu's farmhouse.

The walkie talkie cracked again; I turned my head towards the elephant officer. The static from the device was more prominent than previously. Gosh, do they not have like, Bluetooth earpieces or something? Maybe their technology isn't as advanced as I thought it was - or the inventor of the product has yet to make a mark in the telecommunications' industry.

"... Noted. Report immediately if something new happens, over."

"Roger that, Chief." Francine hung up. She walked back to me.

"I have received information that your Uncle and Judy are going to be taking care of the robbery." She noted. "Are you worried?"

"Uh… yeah, I guess so," I answered. If I have claimed myself to be his nephew, it would be weird to not feel anxious about the matter. Truthfully, I know that those two should be fine with whatever being thrown at them. Besides, they are protected by Disney's rules after all.

I yawned. This body of mine is really one of a kind. I guess the hectic mayhem in the human world was still getting to me. I shook my head clear; part of me wants to spectate the entirety of the action at hand - and I wanted to follow through the idea. For some reason, I could not rid of this gut feeling that something bad might happen. Even though Disney is all happily ever after, there is bound to be hardships along the way.

I set my eyes at the area sanctioned of by the police tape. News anchors, cameramen and journalists crowded the front, curious civilians in the mix. The mass media wrapped around the borders like a horde of brainless zombies. They filled up every possible gap so tightly that I could not even make out any of the officers inside - the big buffalo chief included. Camera flashes stormed the area, and the never ending chatter of invasive questions polluted the streets. I shook my head in embarrassment; mass media - mass media never changes.