Savaging the Wild

Chapter 1. The reassgiment.

As the vintage ink pen goes flying across the office and hits the door, echoing a little bit as it hit the wood. Jack sighed and leaned back in his chair. The files and paper work that had spent him almost an entire day to get neat and tidy. Now lain strewn in a pile of mess, on his desk. He really hated paper work. It has been almost 3 months since his last mission. He is suppose to do a report on that mission,but this time there was a lot more detail and things that he is suppose to put in the report that he can't even remember.

"How the hell did I get here?,Hehe." asked jack himself rhetorically and giving a small chuckle.He was going to be here for a long time. He looked down at the bottom draw of his desk and with a sigh, pulled it open. Inside is photo frame, a fancy bottle of expensive Whiskey, two whiskey glasses and a colt revolver, a model made specifically for small mammals like him.He took out the bottle of whiskey and one glass. Poured  himself a drink and put the bottle back in the draw. He never got drunk and never will in his life. He made that promise to himself years ago.

He stared at the contents in his glass, looking at his reflection in the whiskey. He could see his deep blue eyes in the reflection. He sighed before drinking it. He put the glass down and picked up the report papers. He was luckily half way through it.

"Just four more hours to go"said Jack to himself. Giving a cocky grin. He drank what was left in his glass, put it back in the drawer. Looked back at the report, grabbed a new ink pen and started writing. Even if the ZBI, has all of these new types of tech , Old case files saved on the severs and what not. The agency still wanted their field agents to write their report on paper. Never , ever on computer.

Jack was just fine with that. He finished the first two sentences, then there was a knock on his office door. He looked up and saw , through the tinted glass on the door, that had his name printed on it in black, someone standing on the other side of it. He put his pen down and leaned back in his chair.

"Come in!" he said a little loudly so the person can hear him. He could tell from the the outline of the person and the person's height, it wasn't a small mammal like him. His door opened, he immediately got up from his chair and stood straight,  when he saw who it was.

"Sorry, Sir, I didn't know you were coming to see me, if I knew, I would have at least tidied up my desk." said Jack apologetically.

Before him stood one of the head's of the field Agent's department. 'Agent CornHill', who was a tall northern moose, who had a spent years working up to his rank.

"No need Savage."said CornHill. Jack started to feel a little bit relieved, but still stood straight and looking CornHill dead in the eye.

"I got some news for you Agent." said the moose. Jack's ears perked up when he heard the word 'news'.

"You can finish that report of yours later." He said.

Jack was confused, it was protocol to finish a report. The boss gave a small grin."Go home and pack your things, your being reassigned on a new mission." he spoke.

Jack looked at the moose, curiously.

"To where sir?, If I may ask?" asked Jack. The moose turned around and was half way out of Jack's door when he spoke.

"Zootopia.Your going to train their police force. You can get the file at my desk ,when you go".

"Yes, sir."