It wasn't until later that the captain and Dicker had realized that Shere Khan had countered them, leaving them unable to observe what life was like in Cape Suzette. What, is Shere Khan hoping to stay off the team's list of villains to topple for a while longer?
Vogt had to admit that it was impressive, watching her demand that she be treated the same as the others. Only Dicker pointing out that the sight of a prey animal with a collar might be suspicious held her off. Yeah, there's solidarity, and then there's risking the mission.
Realizing that this was going to be the perfect target for Bellwether. What better way to instill fear in the people than watching as the loudest voice for cooperation was met with flashing claws and bloodied fangs? Whelp, we only just got here and already we're on a timer.
Even then they could feel their bones shaking and guts writhing as the floatplane finally slowed to a halt. BTW, they're called floatplanes? I always thought they were just called seaplanes. ...and Wikipedia is telling me that a floatplan is a specific kind of seaplane. Huh.
Vogt noticed that all the weasels were wearing collars, Who I did not realise were carnivorous before today.
"Understood," Campbell said, putting on his American accent. "Please pass it along that we're thankful for the accommodation." ...I mean go for it, but I don't really see the point of trying to blend in with the people who saw you fly in.
Cafes and coffee...well, not coffee, or at least not caffeinated coffee shops were opening for the day. Oh, the dietary requirements in this city have to be a nightmare.
This was no jackboot crushing a neck or a truncheon slamming into a skull. This was the oppression of a wire, invisible but ever-present around the necks of the locals. They could live, but they could never thrive. And yet, I'd be willing to bet many of the prey species don't feel like that at all.
A bored coyote desk clerk handed out their key cards, then went back to watching CNN on his tablet; Canid News Network. ...there's going to be animal puns the whole time we're here, aren't there.
"The rodents and smaller predators can be convinced not to continue with criminal activities by having a more active role in Zootopian affairs. Uh... I don't think it'd be that easy, but I appreciate the initiative!
Brodeur nodded. "We can offer them a compromise, work with the BLRKW to facilitate job placement in industries that they could be suited for." Like... the manufacture of small things? Those aren't really jobs found in America anymore...
"The problem is that there are potentially only three corporations that could facilitate those transitions," Vogt noted. "Xanatos, Khan, and Glomgold." ...though of course those three might basically flip that script around depending on where they put their money.
Vogt could see Brodeur scrambling, his eyes unable to conceal the spinning gears behind them working for an answer. "We can offer small subsidies to non-corporate entities -- " Like, if it was easy to solve these problems, they would have been solved by now.
"I'll make sure to write him a thank you card," Fareeha muttered, taking the time to relax on the bed. "Hey, have you noticed Vogt is acting different?" He's stepping out of his own skin. ...almost literally.
"Frighteningly good point," Lena admitted. "What do you think Campbell'd say?" My guess: stunned silence.
"Vogt might need to talk with Mackenzie about it," Fareeha noted. "I don't think he'll lose sight of things, but after this he might need an evaluation to make sure he's still on solid ground." Um, being a furry isn't usually something you need to see a psych about. ...well, maybe the loss of the paws will be.
Lena nodded. "Fair enough. But what about here? Bellwether's gonna go after Gazelle's concert, even we can see that." Is very likely going to go after Gazelle's concert, don't jump to conclusions.
Until she felt the pads of her paws hit her forehead. Then she pulled her paw away, glaring at it. "God this is so weird." A week in and still weird, huh?
Mei wondered, was the town destroyed because of Zootopia? Did the chaos around it make what happened here inevitable? That could just be the general rot of the middle class... I dunno.
"One squad, ma'am," Weber said, speaking with her American accent but with full respect to the officer before her. "Four years active service in several combat zones, reconnaissance trained and capable of extended field operations for three weeks without resupply." ...which doesn't seem that relevant, unless you're planning to engage someone in guerrilla warfare.
The animals are crafty little buggers, Yeah, I'd really appreciate it if you stopped calling them that.
Except them had, at most, *they had
"We've all be subject to the same standards," Ahlberg answered, no trace of offense in reply to McCree's question. "If it is one of my staff, they've had help keeping hidden." No one said a word, remembering the fact that the Illuminati were undoubtedly running whatever interference they could to make sure they could keep spiriting out the goods. Great, so everyone's a suspect.
Rising again, she shook Amelia's hand and said, "Once you find out who it is, let me know. I want to see who it is." Yeah, except that the mole could be you too.
The comment caught Mei off-guard, but the captain waved if away. "My team aren't those kinds of toons, colonel. We do appreciate the consideration, but we can survive without needing to go toony." ...do toons need to, like. Smack each other with rotting fish or something if they're too serious for prolonged periods of time?
"Yeah, that figures," Osborne muttered. "And you're saying feral syndrome is being caused by howlers? I mean, how's that work?" It's a drug, man, what more do you want to know? Are you a biochemist?
"This is a rain forest, got it? You lose visibility even twenty yards out, and it's practically impossible to move quietly through that undergrowth. Also I imagine everybody's constantly slipping on things.
McCree muttered, "Well, someone on the staff knows what's going on, or they're all a bunch of idiots." It's really hard to keep a secret when you're always around the same people.
"Keep your ears open for anyone that's talking about getting a new car, putting down a payment on a house, getting an operation paid for." Follow the money.
Mei paused, then asked, "Getting...an operation paid for? This America..." I'm afraid it's not just this one 😢
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