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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. 6)
"Aggggggh, grrrrrr...no, no, nooooo!"
Conor Lewis jumped up out of his chair and proceeded to perform an improvised, war-dance, stomping around the kitchen table while slashing with his claws at invisible enemies.
"Dang! Stupid! Aggggh! Grrrr!"
On the third circuit, he finally stopped, leaning with his paws against the tabletop and breathing hard, staring into his laptop's display screen. This was a mistake, right? He hadn't really seen that thing; he'd only imagined it. Or maybe someone was messing with him...yeah, that was it; he was being trolled, spoofed...
No, he wasn't; there it was, right in front of him, his police-file photographs and right underneath, a memo from Chief Bogo to all ZPD Precincts. Be on the lookout for Conor Severis Lewis, silver fox, age 14, just escaped from...
Aggggh, grrrr...they KNEW!
"Dangit, too soon!" Conor fox-screamed at the laptop, "How the HECK did you figure it out so fast? I should have had at least until tonight; TOO! SOON!"
Had he been in a rational state of mind, the agitated young silver fox might have stopped to consider that things could be worse, a lot worse. For instance, the ZPD hadn't discovered his release order was bogus until after he'd made those alterations to his police file. (The memo from Chief Bogo had listed his middle name under the new spelling, Severis rather than Severus.)
And the cops still seemed to have no idea that he'd made those changes—or even that he'd been poking around inside their database.
Conor Lewis was not in a lucid state of mind, however; if that had been case, he wouldn't be throwing a tantrum worthy of a fox-cub half his age.
But what the heck else was he supposed to do? The fact of where his life had gone was finally hitting him full force—down the drain, flushed away, sayonara, and goodbye to all that. No more Performing Arts Academy, no more hanging out with his buds, no more movies, no more jams in Lionheart Park, and no more Erin Hopps.
So the heck with being sensible, I'm gonna lose it over here.
It was inevitable that at some point, Conor would turn his wrath on himself...and that was what he did now, beating himself up from here to downtown Pawkeepsie.
"What the heck did I have to go and oversleep for? Why didn't I set my stupid alarm? Why didn't I at least check in online right after I got up? Dumb, Dumb, Dummity-Dumb!"
He had planned to sleep for no more than six hours, eight hours max. Instead he'd been out for the full count of ten....and three hours into that sleep, Claire Swinton had made a hasty call to Chief Bogo. Eight more hours...eight more precious hours had passed before the young fox learned that the cops were onto to his escape.
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The Fire Triangle, A Zootopia Fanfiction -- Part One
Mystery / ThrillerIt's been two years since Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps broke the Savage Predator conspiracy. Now a brilliant and effective team, they're only a few steps away from making the detective bureau and growing closer with every passing day. But even as thei...
