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The Fire Triangle—A Zootopia Fanfiction
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Part One:
Fuel
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Chapter 10 –When A Fox Goes Rabbit
(Continued...Pt. 3)
"Dangit, what TIME is it? They must have hit the shift-change by now!"
Conor Lewis was lying on his bunk in Total-Sep, apparently resting...and in the physical sense, he was; but at the same time, his brain seemed to be trying for a new land-speed record, running full tilt, with no way to down-shift. If foxes were capable of sweating, he'd be soaked like a car-wash sponge right now.
Did he still have time...or had the window already closed?
He began to push himself out of bed and onto the floor—and then pulled up short; what was the point? On his feet or on his back, it made no difference; he had no more distractions left in the bag. Since being put in Total Separation, he'd had three long conversations with himself, mentally reviewed the lyrics of every song he knew, and done all the push-ups and sit-ups that he'd dared. (Any more of either and he'd be running the risk of muscle cramps later on.) All the jacks had been jumped, all the knees deeply bent; he had pounded down his dinner without even knowing what it was, even though he hadn't been particularly hungry. (That one meal might have to sustain him for an extended period of time.)
Nothing for him to do now, but...nothing; just wait here, stretched out on his bunk while the seconds dragged by like winter molasses. How long ago had they brought him his dinner? They always did that about a half hour before the shift change, but dangit, how long ago had that been...minutes...hours...yesterday? No point in asking his stomach for an update; in the young fox's current state of mind, his dinner wouldn't settle until sometime next week. Agggg, grrr...with every passing moment, he became more and more convinced that he'd missed the bus. So, now what the heck was he supposed to...?
Without warning, something clicked and the door to his cell slid open, revealing a pair of guards, a caribou and...was that leopard or a jaguar? Conor couldn't tell, but then he wasn't really looking; what caught his attention was the look of disgust on both their faces—YES!
Forcing himself not to whoop; the young fox had to work even harder to appear genuinely puzzled at their appearance...especially since the caribou was holding a document in his paw—half crushed; double yes! He wouldn't be doing that, if it were only an order to move the silver-fox kid in Total Sep back into general population.
"Um...what?" he asked blinking nervously at the pair of officers.
"Alright Lewis, let's go, bag and baggage." The caribou spoke as if trying not to spit.
Conor tilted his head sideways, "Bag and what" he said. (He was actually quite familiar with the term.)
"You bein' released muchacho," the jaguar snarled, (yep, jaguar) "so snap it up, huh?"
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The Fire Triangle, A Zootopia Fanfiction -- Part One
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