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"Officer Howe, officer Tylers, you are under arrest." Nick said as he and Judy walked into the break room.

The two officers stood up. "What are you talking about?" Howe exclaimed as he glared at Nick.

"You and officer Tylers went paint balling last Friday, am I right?" Nick said, taking a seat by some other officers while Judy nervously stood beside him.

"Yeah, it was Tylers birthday so we decided to go shoot some paintballs, ya know?" Howe said, lighting a cigarette inside.

Judy opened her mouth yo speak before Nick did. "And I'm pretty sure paintball gear looks a lot like military amor, right?"

Howe and Tylers both nodded.

"So, since it was a party package, they gave you a variety of colors, am I right?"

"No." Howe said confidently. "See, we decided to play against another team. We were green, they were red."

Judy glanced up at Nick. He seemed to be very focused. Her eyes caught the flick of his ear.

"Mhm. So ya had green paintballs?"

Howe stood with a tilt on his hips. A grin swiped his muzzle. "Soo..you think asking questions is gonna prove me guilty?"

Nick shook his head. "I'm just curious.."

Judy swallowed hard. She was nervous.

"See...if you had green paintballs, you've already proven yourself guilty.."

The air was thick with tension. Judy clenched her fist as she could feel the heat of Howe's glare. Nick flicked his ear again before standing up and pacing around the room. Howe held his breath before glancing at Tylers.

"What are you talking about?" Tylers finally spoke.

Nick stopped by a vending machine, his back towards everyone. He flicked his ear.

"At the scene of officer Jeremiah's beating, there was a substance. It was ironically green and too smooth to be blood and too thick to be water. The forensic crew estimated that it was paint." He turned towards the officers.

He flicked his ear.

"So what? Paint at the scene doesn't mean anything." Tylers argued.

Nick flicked his ear again.

"See, you ain't let me finish. Jeremiah had told me that two predators in army gear, or rather, paintball gear attacked him."

The fox began to pace around the room again. "Tylers, you don't have a car right? And at the time, Howe, your car was in a body shop, correct?"

Both nodded.

"Riiiight...right, right. So," he flicked his ear. "Since you didn't have cars, you two walked to the paintball arena. It's a block away, right pass the corner store, si?"

"Still doesn't explain how we're guilty." Tylers said, deadpan.

"You admitted that the corner store was next to the arena. The paintball arena opens at eleven am, you two get off your shift at about, four-ish? I know, since I drive past it every day, the arena closes at six pm. It'd take you about ten minutes to get there, right? So you were there by at least four fifteen?"

The two officers said nothing. Howe gave a slight nod. Nick flicked his ear and continued. "Yup. Jeremiah had said he had spilled all the coffee in the break room at around five forty. At five fifty two is when the crime was reported."