The convoy reached the parking lot in Bunnyburrow. Operatives from the GFC and UBC exited their individual vehicles to ensure the area was secure.
Blake: Zack, this was a stupid idea, man. Do you realize how conspicuous we are? Look at all those bunnies looking at us from a distance. It's even daytime, which is much worse. We should've undertaken this operation overnight. They're going to report us to the local police!
Zack: Dude, look, there's like two civilian cars parking there and a few rabbits there. It's not a big deal. The area is pretty vacant.
Blake: What if there happens to be a police car passing by, for instance? Have you ever thought about that?!
Zack picks up his rifle and loads it with ammunition, a grin spreading across his face.
Zack: You can absolutely feel secure during this operation. Just keep in mind, I'm Zack Wolfward, and I'm not afraid of those guys in blue uniforms. I see them as nothing more than a group of crooks. Plus, Raphael has given us the green light to take them down if they attempt to interfere.
Zack lifts the trunk of one of the UBC cars, inadvertently exposing a disturbing and shocking sight to Blake. Inside, he discovers boxes containing various syringes filled with a mysterious glowing red liquid of uncertain origin.
Zack: Well, shit.
Blake: What the hell are those?
Zack swiftly shuts the car trunk and faces Blake, chuckling with a hint of nervousness.
Blake: Zack, what the hell are you up to? Are those some kind of syringes you're trying to keep hidden from me?
Zack: Y-yeah. Did they startle you?! Or what?!
Blake: No! There's nothing in this world that can startle or scare me! I am just curious, what the hell are those creations there?! Can I see them?
Zack: No way! These are my top secret genuine inventions that you shouldn't have seen at all, at least not prematurely.
Blake: C'mon, let me have a look at them, please. I am your best friend after all! You can't even trust your best friend, or what?!
Zack: Fine, you can scrutinize them, but don't touch anything!
Zack opens the trunk of the car again and lets Blake check out the syringes...
Zack: Which one of you fools neglected to unload this trunk? I distinctly instructed you to do so. I am not even going to check the other ones because I know damn well you left everything in there as well.
UBC Operative 1: Boss, we decided to keep it there so we can test them out during this operation if required.
UBC Operative 2: Yeah, and don't worry, all other cars have been successfully unloaded.
Zack: Good. I wanted to test them out myself anyway.
Blake examines the syringes and observes some text printed on the boxes.
Blake: What's this?
Blake reads the text, which says „Onyx Technologies."
Blake: ZACK?! Sorry for interrupting your conversation, but I think you might want to explain this immediately!
Zack: What?!
Zack walks up to Blake, who points at the text.
Zack: Oh my god, just how much sensitive information are you going to discover by just inspecting two boxes full of supernatural, mysterious, glowing syringes?
Blake: Well. Who allowed me to examine them? You! And when were you going to tell me about this? So, this is what your company specializes in? I bet this is just an example of what you truly guys do...
Zack: I would eventually tell you everything. Haven't I told you enough in the car? Look, just forget it for now. It's nothing but a distraction for you. Focus on the operation! Let's go pay a visit to this dense rabbit already!
Blake: So you're not going to explain anything at all? Those are not just regular syringes and I have never seen anything like that in my life before.
Zack: Nah! It would be way too complicated for you now. Besides...
Zack approaches Blake to murmur something in his ear.
Zack: I believe it's best not to discuss this right now, especially with the GFC around. I'd prefer to keep my secrets to myself if you catch my drift. How about I take you to the Onyx Technologies headquarters, and we can sort everything out there once this is over?
Blake: Whatever. You owe me a lot of explanation, Zack.
Zack grabs two red syringes and places them into a protective canister, securing them to his belt. He tightens the belt around his waist and retrieves a Desert Eagle, which he then slides into the holster on his left thigh. Finally, he lifts an M16 rifle from the trunk of the car and secures it to his back.
Zack: The only way I can show how this type of syringe works is if someone among us gets injured.
Blake: Injured? What?!
Zack: Here, take this.
Zack places two additional syringes into a separate canister and passes it to Blake.
Blake: Okay? Thanks, I guess.
Zack: You might find them useful as well; you never can tell. As I mentioned, I'll go over everything at my headquarters. For now, I need you to keep this information to yourself, alright? It's important that we keep all of this confidential.
Blake: Understood! So, what comes next? I'm all set and ready to go!
Zack shuts the car trunk and asks one of his team members for the binoculars.
Zack: Before our raid gets underway, I'll scan the area first. He allegedly has hired bodyguards, according to Raphael. Well, I'll damn verify it. Blake, which house belongs to Barker?
Blake: It's that carrot-shaped, colorful one right at the end of that street! That's something you can't overlook...
Zack surveys the area through his binoculars, focusing on Barker's house in the distance, where he notices a pair of armed otters patrolling the premises.
Zack: It appears we have a situation. Raphael was correct; Barker is not alone. He seems to have enhanced his security by deploying some rather comical otter bodyguards. Everyone, pay attention. The premises are fortified with these clumsy otters, so I need you to exercise utmost caution. Even the most incompetent individual wielding a firearm could accidentally hit you. We should also consider abandoning any thoughts of stealth. Now, take a look at that structure over there. It seems to be the tallest building in this unattractive area... or town... or whatever in the bunny hell this place is. I'm already feeling frustrated. That building will serve as our observation point. I need two individuals to ascend to the rooftop and monitor for any police presence or suspicious activities. Watchdog Nine can head there. Finally, we need to divide into teams. The approach will be straightforward: the GFC and UBC operatives will use different strategies for approaching Barker's residence. The GFC team will concentrate on the backyard and attempt to close in, while Blake, myself, and my UBC team will prepare for a frontal assault. If the operation is compromised, you are authorized to abandon stealth and engage anyone who opens fire. Ensure you all have your headworn microphones for communication during the operation. That should cover everything.
Blake: At last! Zack's rambling has come to an end. But hold on, didn't Raphael mention that Victor wanted to speak with me directly and that he would only cooperate if I went to his place all by myself? Maybe we should pause Zack's plan for now and let me head over there by myself. You're not sticking to the original plans that Raphael laid out. Come on, Zack, let's simplify things for everyone involved.
Zack sighs and agrees with Blake's decision...
Zack: You are damn right, Blake. But allow me to accompany you. In the meantime, you all should maintain your positions. If anything goes awry, I will communicate and provide an update on the situation. You may initiate the ambush as per my strategy once I give you the signal. Now, Blake, let's proceed.
Blake: Wait a damn minute! I think some of your men should primarily focus on eliminating the local police department or at least keeping them pinned down while we pay a visit to my fellow bunny friend. You guys are aware of the fact that the police are right around the corner, right? And since we don't want them to be involved, we should take care of them first.
Zack: Blake, that's an excellent suggestion! I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner. The police department here isn't very large, and their force is quite limited. They really don't stand a chance against my team and our firepower, so there's no need to eliminate them just yet. If they catch wind of our plans, they'll be dealt with, plain and simple. Alright, Watchdog Nine, head to the observation point. The rest of you, stay put and wait for my signal. Blake and I are moving in on our target.
Blake: What am I even doing here...?
Two operatives from the UBC, nicknamed "Watchdog Nine," ascend to the tallest structure in Bunnyburrow. Meanwhile, Blake and Zack stroll down the street en route to Victor's residence, while GFC and UBC agents remain concealed and stationary.
Blake: You could've at least taken a smaller weapon that is less visible to the enemy. Your ass might get shot soon.
Zack: Blake, don't jinx it!
Moments later, while being close to the house, one of the guards spots Blake and Zack approaching their whereabouts. The guard fires a warning shot at the two, which makes them stop immediately.
Otter Bodyguard: FREEZE!
Blake: I told you!
Zack: Now what?!
Blake: We stand still and see what happens.
Zack: This is a damn suicide mission...
Blake: Just put your arms up in the air, slowly. Trust me.
Zack: Alright! Just remember, when this is all said and done, you'll be the one left with regrets, not me. I've got a bad vibe about this...
Both Zack and Blake put their hands slowly in the air.
Otter Bodyguard: Identify yourselves!
Blake: We're looking for an old fellow, Victor Barker. Is he inside?
Otter Bodyguard: Mr. Barker has ordered us not to let anyone in under any circumstances. We advise you to turn around and go back to where you came from.
Zack: Oh hell nah!
Zack becomes infuriated and moves to grab the rifle from his back, but Blake intervenes by seizing his arm.
Blake: Not now. Keep calm. He will show up. Don't worry.
Zack: Blake, are you testing my patience?! It's running out quite swiftly, so you better be up to something clever. Lure him out of his grubby burrow!
Blake: Just bear with me!
Otter Bodyguard: Get lost or be shot!
Blake: Not until I see Victor Barker. I was sent here to rendezvous with him. Let me assure you that he expects my arrival.
Four more bodyguards emerge from the house, accompanied by a black and white rabbit with emerald green eyes and a wide grin. It is none other than Victor himself.
Blake: SEE? I told you he'd show up!
Zack: At long last, something to barbeque!
Blake: Knock it off!
Victor: What the hell are you two waiting for? You're standing there like two glossy fire hydrants! You're very lucky I don't have a doggo anymore. She would piss all over your pants!
Zack: Blake, he is going to drive me crazy. I really can't stand rabbits!
Blake: Simply show a little sympathy, kindness, and warmth. Victor has a soft spot for adorable and gentle wolves, you know?
As Zack and Blake stroll toward Victor's house, Zack lowers his voice to engage Blake in conversation.
Zack: Blake, I have to say, everything you're doing at the moment seems completely ridiculous. I expected this to be a straightforward and quick process, but following Raphael's original plans has completely messed things up.
Blake: Quiet down, Zack. You could have easily stuck with your crew and let me handle this by myself. After all, you were the one who wanted to join me.
Zack: I just have a feeling that you wouldn't return to us safe and sound. I really don't want anything bad to happen to you, bro.
Blake: I know, bro. But Victor is a friendly figure. Trust me. You'll have a lot of fun.
Zack receives a call through his headset from an UBC operative.
UBC Operative: Sir, is everything alright?! We heard a gunshot. Should we initiate the raid?
Zack: Everything is alright! The situation is being kept under control for now. Just hold your positions for a bit longer.
Victor: Hey, you orange troglodyte, I don't think you were supposed to escort Blakey boy to my house. Apart from that, what are you two mumbling between each other? Speak up, will you? It was said that Blake would come here alone! I don't tolerate any companions or total jerks like you talking shit about me quietly like a sucker. Why do you even look like that? What's up with your fur? And that red mane? Geez boy, you're one hell of a strange wolf. You look like a Christmas tree sent from a galaxy far, far away. You'd make a great knickknack too, wolfo!
Zack: What did you just call me, you insignificant, empty-headed, nauseating, underdeveloped mountebank?!
Blake: Alright, you two, enough already! Insulting each other isn't going to get you anywhere! Just to set the record straight, this orange wolf with a red mane is my childhood best friend. We've just reconnected after being apart for a decade, and I thought, why not bring him along with me?
Zack: Blake, how the hell did you befriend this idiotic arithmetic rabbit? I swear it's one of those rabbits that add trouble, subtract pleasure, divide attention, and multiply ignorance. Seriously!
Victor: Really? And I wonder how Blake dug up such a wolf from a junkyard like you are, weirdo. That's where you belong. Get lost and let Blake do his job alone. We don't need a wolf, a failure, or an abortion whose birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory. You're the one underdeveloped! Look at yourself! What are you? A rainbow with ridiculous colors, a defect, nothing else, or smart. Get lost, ya degenerate ape!
Blake: Victor! You're exaggerating...
Zack: That's enough!
Victor's bodyguards are struggling to hold back their laughter. Zack walks up to Victor's wooden fence and gives the door a powerful kick, opening it and breaking as he walks into the yard, drawing his Golden Eagle from its holster. In a flash, he points it at Victor. Victor's bodyguards quickly raise their weapons, aiming at Zack as well. The tension in the air thickens...
Victor: You're going to regret breaking that fence, darling. Everyone, stand down! Words carry more weight and power than any bullet, my friends. So, Wolfie, I'm sorry if I upset you, but pointing that gun at me won't do you any good! You can't scare a crazy ass rabbit like me!
Victor approaches Zack, noticing his breathing becoming more rapid and his anger escalating. Meanwhile, Blake hurries in after Zack, attempting to soothe him.
Blake: Zack, take a deep breath! Everything will be alright! We can sort this out without hurting anyone. I know Victor can be tough to get along with at first. Believe me, when I first encountered him, I was really frustrated and felt like losing my cool too and wanted to bust a cap in his ass too! Just let me take care of this, Zack!
Zack: I don't care!!!! Back off Blake!
Zack gives a signal to the GFC and the UBC squads via headset...
Zack: This is Wolfward reporting in; immediate intervention is needed! Wolfward, over.
Zack gazes at Blake, who is surprised as he notices tears welling up in Zack's eyes.
Blake: Zack? What the hell do you think you're doing, bro? Wait, are you crying?
Zack: This is exactly what I am talking about. I get mistreated, insulted, and underappreciated just because of my look! It hurts my heart a lot!!!
Zack wipes his tears with one paw and sniffs...
Victor: Who did you call, you big crybaby? You really can't handle this on your own, can you?! Go ahead, take a shot at me! Come on, you coward! I doubt someone as pathetic as you has any real friends! Your only ally is Blake, and without him, you're completely alone! I was only waiting for Blake to show up. What are you even doing here?! You shouldn't even exist on this planet; you look like a hideous alien! Even your own race rejected you!
Blake: Victor, if you don't shut up, I will personally slice you up into small chunks of bunny meat!!! You've gone way too far, mate. Shit is about to go down!
Zack succumbs to his emotions, discarding his weapon as he approaches Victor. With one hand, he lifts Victor off the ground, choking him while staring into his eyes intensely. At that precise moment, the GFC and UBC teams execute their ambush on Barker's residence as planned. The GFC secures the rear of the house, while the UBC positions itself at the front, emerging behind Zack and Blake. Victor's bodyguards find themselves surrounded and held at gunpoint by a multitude of operatives. The scene is intense, with everyone witnessing a towering wolf constricting a small, innocent bunny. Zack's eyes shift from blue to a menacing red as a result of uncontrolled anger.
Blake: Holy shit, Zack.
Zack: Barker, you are a disrespectful and infuriating creature! While I may not eliminate you at this instant, I can guarantee you and your kind will face utter destruction! You will pay dearly for your inconvenience, and you will plead for mercy as you approach your demise! I will turn your existence into a living nightmare, and above all, I will ensure that you experience agonizing suffering prior to your ultimate annihilation! Do you understand me?! And it is not just you; I will annihilate your entire race! Your species! Everyone who has ever wronged me! I am not simply an ordinary miserable wolf, as you have mistakenly believed, am I? Well, let me clarify: I am far from what you assume! You should never have toyed with my emotions! And did you really believe your ridiculous bodyguards could halt me? How absurd!
Zack seizes Victor by the ears, holding him high. Victor coughs several times before replying...
Victor: You're really being super hostile right now. Seriously, Blake, why did you join forces with this supremacist? He wants to wipe out all the bunnies! Can't you do something about it? I thought we were pals!
Zack shakes him in the air wildly.
Zack: SILENCE!
Blake: I'm really sorry, Vicky. He's my best friend, and I just can't betray him or go against him like that.
Blake remains staggered by Zack's excessive aggression.
Victor: If you kill me, Blake will never know the truth behind the assassination of his family, Zack.
Blake: WHAT?! You know the people who ambushed me and my family at the mall?!
Victor: Evidence! I have evidence!!!! Footage I can show you only if Zack lets me go. This hurts a lot. Please! My ears are very sensitive to touch! Release me!
Blake: Are you serious?! ZACK! Put him down!
Zack: Lies! You have shit! Blake, don't listen to him. He is trying to escape death! The evidence could also be pretty much falsified! This is all just a deception!
Victor: I'd never betray my friend! I swear I am not lying! I got unique footage captured on a surveillance camera!
Blake: Why don't you just tell me who killed them?!
Victor: Because you wouldn't believe it. You need to see the truth, not hear it. This is the reason I urgently needed Blake to come and visit me. To show him the truth, behind closed doors, of course.
Zack: Your evidence holds no real meaning! You have nothing to substantiate your claims! There is nothing to show! Now, disclose the location of the weapons and drugs, or the next thing I will do is going to be severely bad or even lethal for you!
Victor: What are you talking about?! You abhorrent bastard!!!
Blake: ZACK! Remember, we need him alive, and I seriously need to know the truth!
Victor: I have no idea what weapons or drugs you are talking about, but I'm fully aware that I owe Raphael a significant amount of money. Feel free to take every last penny of my fortune. All I ask is to be allowed to live in peace and happiness! Isn't that what you wanted? The money! Take it all! You've triumphed!
Zack: Enough with the idle chatter, rabbit! I will ask you once more: Where are your drugs and weapons concealed?
Victor: Are you really that dumb? You moron! I said I don't know what you are talking about! There's no weapon or drug arsenal! GET LOST ALREADY!
Zack: Victor Barker, you just sealed your fate!
Zack forcefully propels Victor through one of the windows of his house. The glass shatters entirely as Victor crashes through it, impacting with his body. His state is currently uncertain. Everyone is left in a state of utter disbelief about the incident that just unfolded.
Blake: Are you serious right now, Zack? What on earth is going on with you? This is outrageous!!!
Blake hurries into the house to assess Victor's condition. Meanwhile, Zack issues new commands to his team.
Zack: Pathetic rabbit! Investigate the house and pinpoint the location of the weaponry hideout. It must be there. I sense it!
UBC Operative: Sir, what are we going to do with these otters?!
GFC Operative: There's four more inside the house too!
Zack: Keep them all restrained for now. We need to act quickly; the BBPD could arrive at any moment. With the household secured, proceed to prepare the vans and bring them here. We will load them with any available goods, but I am confident there is something crucial we are seeking. Raphael may be an asshole, but his judgment is reliable!
- Inside the house -
Blake discovers Victor lying on the floor, covered in blood and unconscious. He lifts him up and carries him to a couch, gently laying him down.
Blake: This is insane. Victor! Wake up! C'mon!
Blake pats Victor's fluffy face, who slowly becomes conscious.
Victor: Blake? What happened?
Blake: Oh, you immortal bastard, you made it! You're alive! I thought I'd never speak to you again.
Victor rubs his head and checks his fur.
Victor: Blake, what the hell happened? Why am I covered in blood?
Blake: Zack literally threw you through the window. You're very lucky you survived that impact. Just relax! It's going to be okay!
Victor: Oh hell! Where is he?!
Victor tries to stand up from the couch but is way too weakened to do that.
Blake: You need to rest, Vic. I suggest you keep your mouth shut all the time if you don't want to be killed. He behaves like a total asshole right now. Seriously. I've never seen him this angry before. You really hurt his feelings, upset him, and that's not a good sign. He's quite determined and won't stop until he achieves what he wants. It would have been better to avoid those comments and jabs about his looks, as that's something he takes to heart.
GFC and UBC agents enter the house to search for the suspected cache of weapons and drugs that Victor has concealed within. Meanwhile, Zack arrives, surveying the chaos left behind after he had thrown Victor through the window.
Zack: You're still alive?!
Victor: Of course I am your ruthless, deranged asswipe with a sick mind! Blake I still can't believe this douchemonger is your friend from your childhood. Zack, why would you throw a cute little bunny through a window?
Zack growls and walks up close to Blake and Victor.
Zack: You brought this upon yourself, Victor! This is the reason! If you had shown a bit more intelligence and self-control, we could have resolved this matter without resorting to an unnecessary conflict. Your ongoing insults have led us to this confrontation! Do you see?
Victor: You think you know about self-control? That's ridiculous! Listen, I'm really sorry for everything. Just take the cash and leave me be! There's a briefcase with money under my bed upstairs, and the rest is in my bank account. I'll share all the details with you. Just take everything I have, whatever Raphael needs, and please just let me be...
Zack: I don't need your damn apology, rabbit! The shit you said about me is inexcusable, and I don't care about the money anymore. I am here for something else.
Victor: Hold on, did Raphael have a change of heart? I was under the impression he wanted to reclaim his money after I tricked him. Feel free to take what you need, and then just leave.
Blake: Zack....
Zack: I don't care about the damn money. I am here on a mission of my own! There's something else I need, and I can damn sure assure you that you'll never see me leave until you tell me where your goods are hidden!
Blake: ZACK!
Zack: What is it Blake?
Blake: This isn't you. What's wrong with you? Look at your eyes!
Zack: What?!
Blake: They're vivid red, full of malice...
Zack: Blake, there's no time for stupid jokes. I've had enough insults and shit. You're all so abhorrent at the moment. Seriously...
Blake gets upset, faces Zack, and lightly slaps his face.
Blake: Abhorrent, my ass! Come to your senses already! Since we arrived, your behavior has been completely inconsiderate and lacking any patience. Like, where did your forbearance go? Where's your courtesy, goddammit? Something just went so wrong with you.
Zack: Blake, don't do this to me. Have you lost your sense of pride? You're finally doing something that's rewarding, and I am doing my best to save your ass from the Golden Fang Clan and, most importantly, to keep you away from all that grief that has been surrounding you for years. I always made an effort to be kind to you, and this is how you respond? Why don't you help me with this? Be supportive! We're just a few steps away from reaching our goal. I'll do whatever it takes to acquire the goods this rabbit is hiding somewhere in this house.
Victor: I tol-:
Victor gets cut off by Blake.
Blake: Shush Vic, let me handle this. Zack, I just wanted to acknowledge your eyes. Just look in the damn mirror!
Zack finds the bathroom and steps inside to gaze into the mirror. The reflection of his eyes fills him with fear. Shortly after, Blake enters the room behind him.
Zack: Now what in the bloody fricking hell is this phenomenon? This never happened to me before!
Blake: This is the result of your progressively increasing anger. You need to calm down right now!
Zack: Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down when my eyes just turned red out of nowhere?
Blake: There is a reason. Your anger. You're just so furious!
Zack: No, it's that rabbit who caused all of this!
Zack gazes into the mirror once more to examine his eyes before he strikes it with his fist, causing it to shatter entirely.
Blake: Your behavior is reprehensible. Please, bro, stop this.
Zack: I will stop once I have punished that rabbit and found the goods!
Zack tries to leave the bathroom but gets stopped and pushed back by Blake...
Blake: Not so fast!
Zack lets out an exasperated sigh as they both lock eyes, the tension palpable between them.
Zack: What is it, Blake?!
Blake: Tell me, why do you need those goods so badly?!
Zack: It's for the evolution of our technologies. The weaponry is essential for the evolution of our technologies. I also need those drugs for biological purposes, and I bet this rabbit has cleverly hidden everything somewhere in this house!
Blake: And you have to believe every single shit Raphael tells you, don't you?
Zack: It's just so obvious.
Blake: Whatever you're up to, promise me you won't kill Victor!
Zack: I promise now get the hell out of my way!
Blake: But....
Blake lets out a heavy sigh, filled with sorrow, as he trails behind Zack into the living room, where Victor is resting on the couch. Zack approaches Victor.
Victor: Oh, you again? You can do whatever you want. There's no weaponry or drug arsenal in my house.
Zack: So, you recalcitrant rabbit, I'll politely ask you something one more time. Where's the weapon and drug arsenal?
Victor: You'll never get an answer to your stupid, monotonous questions about this weapon arsenal; in fact, I have absolutely nothing to show you because I don't have anything.
Blake jumps into the conversation.
Blake: Victor. The evidence. The footage from the mall. All of that... where is it?
Victor: It's upstairs in my bedroom. There's a yellow flash disk on my table placed next to my laptop. Just plug it in and witness the truth one individual kept hidden from you for ten years. But I am warning you, your muzzle will very likely become snotty, and your eyes will sink in a sea of tears. Good luck.
Blake: Thanks. And Zack, you do whatever you want. I don't care anymore. You never learn...
Blake goes upstairs extremely disappointed in his best friend, meanwhile...
Zack: As you wish. This is all your fault, rabbit.
Victor: My fault? You're the one who started it all by lifting me up in the air and violently treating me like a preternatural, dreadful monstrosity. That's what you are! The Devil must've incarnated himself in your body. I am telling you! What the hell is wrong with you, asshole? Do you suffer from bipolar disorder or what?! You need some serious rehab, pal! No wonder you look like an alien.
Zack: SHUT UP! Where's the rest of your family Raphael was talking about?! Do you keep them somewhere safe?
Victor: Zack, my boy, you're full of fallacious thoughts! All the information you know about me is vague. Raphael can be so easily deceived. I don't have any family. I made up a story to make him think I was facing serious issues. That's how I convinced him to lend me enough money to settle my debts and eventually purchase a new property.
Zack: How awful! Are you really trying to convince me that you didn't spend any of that money on weapons or drugs? I find that hard to believe! Let's find out just how convincing you can be!
Victor sits on the edge of the bed and stands up with difficulties.
Victor: C'mon! Bring it on!
Zack gathers all the GFC and UBC team members and asks them to meet up in the living room.
Zack: Everyone, we're going to play with this rebellious rabbit like feral animals!
Everyone gets excited to tear Victor apart, but then Zack ruins all the excitement...
Zack: Just kidding. I need him alive! Get all of his useless bodyguards in here! Every single one of them!
The otters are brought inside in less than a minute, held under gunpoint.
Zack: Line them up!
Six otters are lined up side by side, all looking uneasy. Victor tries to make a break for it, but Zack's men at the door block his path and shove him back to the ground. Zack bursts into laughter as he draws a shiny desert eagle from the holster strapped to his thigh.
Zack: Pathetic fool! Why would you scurry all the sudden, leaving your comrades on the brink of eradication? You're clearly hiding something.
Victor: I want to negotiate!
Zack: I'm really not feeling up to making any compromises right now, particularly not with a rabbit!
Zack looks at the otters.
Zack: On your knees!
Every otter drops to their knees, trembling in silence as Zack prepares his golden desert eagle, taking aim at the first otter in line.
Zack: I am pretty sure you value the lives of your men. You will tell me the location of your weapons cache, or the lives of these otters will slowly be extinguished.
Victor: Zack! NO! Listen! You can make me homeless. Anything. Take my whole fortune. Just don't hurt or kill any of them!
Zack: What? I didn't hear you! Oh, that wasn't the answer I wanted to hear!
Zack targets the first otter and fires, hitting it in the head.
Victor: What are you doing?! NO!
Zack: I am sending innocent souls to the underworld. Each time you say something irrelevant to my question, it will cost one life. Now, out with it! Where's the weapon arsenal?
Victor: You unscrupulous piece of shit! Leave them out of this! They haven't done anything wrong! Seriously, how many times do I need to say there's no weapon arsenal or anything like that? You're just not seeing it clearly!
Zack: Oh, you're just so damn wrong. They actually held me under gunpoint outside, remember? I am just simply returning the favor. Did I just catch you saying something I didn't even ask about? That's a bummer!
He aims at the second otter and headshots it.
Victor: Enough!
Victor charges at Zack with the intent to tackle him but is intercepted by two UBC operatives who quickly restrain him.
Zack: This is unbelievable! You wanted to hurt your superior, didn't you? Shame.
Zack shoots another otter in its head.
Zack: Three down, three to go. Just how long do you plan to be uncooperative?
Victor: You are insane!!!!
Zack: All our efforts here seem utterly futile. It all started with some really harsh words coming out of the mouth of a rabbit, and if you had just played along, we could have left without any trouble. But, as you know, everything happens for a reason. Do you understand that this situation is only going to escalate? I insist! I'm going to ask you once more!
While Zack speaks, the final trio of otters pleads for mercy, claiming they are joyfully married and have children, among other reasons.
Zack: You all need to cease your pleas for me to save your insignificant lives! I am not the one upon whom your existence truly relies!
Victor: Alright! Alright! I'll reveal the location of the Arsenal! Just... please keep them out of it. They shouldn't have to face this kind of outcome!
Zack rolls his eyes and looks over at Victor with a smirk.
Zack: You fraudulent dishonest sly dog! You were lying to us all the time!!! Well, it's okay to lie. I suppose you got something to confess then, or the kids of these last three remaining otters will have to accustom themselves to their prospective stepfathers!
Victor: I'll tell you the secret entrance to the basement under one condition! Promise me you won't kill my bodyguards!
Zack: Fine. A promise is a promise. I will spare these "bodyguards" of yours. How the hell can you even consider them as bodyguards anyway? They are merely a drain on your resources and lack effectiveness. It is quite unfortunate.
Victor: Oh, shut up. You see that bookshelf over there?! If you pull that red book with my name engraved on it, you'll get what you desire.
Zack instructs three of his men to position themselves behind the three kneeling otters as he makes his way toward the bookshelf. He pulls the red book, causing the bookshelf to slide to the left, unveiling a hidden passage that descends into the basement, which holds numerous secrets.
Zack: So, there's no weapon arsenal, no secret entrances, and absolutely nothing to explore here. How laughable! Finish them off!
Zack's men execute the three otters with gunshots to the back of their heads, leaving Victor in a state of utter shock.
Victor: Oh my God! You disgraceful oaf! You promised me something!
Victor falls on his knees, grieving over his dead bodyguards.
Zack: I don't promise anything to someone who lies! You're just a deceitful, annoying little rabbit who should've joined the dead years ago! Plus, you've hurt me with your insults, so why not just break my promise in return?
Victor: Karma will wallop your ass!
Zack: There's no such thing as karma in existence. You have failed.
Several explosions can be heard from outside.
Victor: It has begun...
Zack: What was that?!
Victor starts laughing all the sudden...
Zack: What's so funny?! What the hell is going on?!
UBC and GFC operatives begin to experience anxiety as they prepare their weapons for potential engagement.
Victor: That's the beginning of retribution.
Zack approaches Victor and delivers a powerful punch in a fit of rage, rendering him unconscious.
Zack: FOOL!
A few operatives of the UBC rush inside, reporting the whole situation to Zack...
Zack: Can somebody finally tell me what the hell is going on?!
UBC Operative 1: The explosions came from the parking lot!
UBC Operative 2: We've been ambushed!
UBC Operative 3: Our cars are destroyed!
UBC Operative 4: We are all going to die! There's no escape!
Zack: Oh, bloody hell! Everyone! Stay focused! Whoever is responsible for blowing up our convoy will dearly pay for the damage they have caused to us!
Zack contacts Watchdog Nine, who are monitoring the area of a building for potential threats.
Zack: Watchdog Nine report the situation from your lookout point immediately!
Watchdog Nine: Sir, be advised, there's a pretty big band of otters advancing towards your location!
Zack: Dammit! Any signs of the BBPD?
Watchdog Nine: Negative. Sir, would you like us to engage?
Zack: Not yet! Maintain a low profile and wait for my orders! They'd wipe you out if they saw you shooting at them.
Watchdog Nine: Yes, sir! Watchdog Nine out.
Zack: Listen up! A number of otter groups are nearing our location. Prepare for combat! We are going to send them to a purgatory one by one! Make every damn shot count! We will dominate them with our greater strength! If any of them surrender, capture them and make them suffer! Victory shall be ours!
Zack looks around to find Blake.
Zack: Now where the heck is Blake? Poor being must be still upstairs searching for absolutely nothing. Everything that this rabbit said to him was a complete lie. Now, into the basement! Quickly!
UBC Operative Hey boss, how are we supposed to get all those goods out of the basement and transport them? Our cars are wrecked!
Zack: I'll come up with a plan! We didn't get this far for no reason. Let's call for reinforcements. It might take a little while for them to get here, so we need to defend our position!
Zack instructs four of his men to accompany him downstairs to the basement, while the remaining operatives prepare themselves for combat by securing the house's entrances and windows.
- In Victor's bedroom -
The room is in complete disarray, with every drawer and wardrobe open. Papers are strewn across the floor, and Blake is absent. Suddenly, the bed begins to tremble. A figure emerges from beneath it. It's Blake who has finally located the flash drive Victor mentioned. He crawls out and rises to his feet, visibly thrilled and also annoyed.
Blake: There's a yellow flash disk on my table placed next to my laptop, he said.
He connects the flash drive to the laptop and launches the file explorer. Numerous folders appear, causing Blake to feel frustrated.
Blake: How am I supposed to find the footage in this mess?
He observes a folder labeled "AA_Blake_Evidence_Mall_Surveillance_Footage" positioned at the top of the explorer.
Blake: What a clever rabbit! He added two "A" letters to the start of the folder's name, making it pop up right at the top since it's sorted alphabetically. He really made my job helluva lot easier!
He clicks on the folder, and a 30-second video appears, causing Blake's heart to race.
Blake: This is going to be my worst 30 seconds of my pathetic life.
He opens the video file, and the harsh reality begins to unfold. The long-sought truth regarding the assassination of his family, which Blake had been desperately pursuing, is finally about to come to light. The video captures Blake and his family enjoying a day at the mall, evoking a torrent of emotions and vivid memories. Approximately ten seconds into the footage, a group of Golden Fang Clan members, including Raphael, approaches them. In that instant, Blake is struck from behind by a brick, causing him to collapse unconscious. Moments later, under Raphael's orders, his beloved wife and two children are shot one by one, inciting chaos within the mall. The video concludes with Raphael casting a brief, sinister glance at the camera as he exits the mall with his associates. The screen then flickers for several seconds before ending in a series of flashes. The truth has been revealed. Blake is in disbelief, shutting the laptop in despair.
Blake: Raphael, you'll pay for everything. ASSHOLE! You hid the truth from me for ten years!
In the meantime...
-Victor's living room-
UBC Operative 1: What are we going to do with this rabbit?
UBC Operative 2: I dunno. Eat him?
UBC Operative 1: Are you kidding me? Have you ever tasted rabbit meat? We are not savage animals, dumbass!
UBC Operative 2: No? But since we're going to turn into one of them soon, I think we should start eating raw meat right now to get used to it.
UBC Operative 1: Idiot. Wolfward won't turn his own men into savage beasts, but the rest of Zootopia will be erased from existence, and its animals will be savage until they kill each other.
UBC Operative 2: Oh, thank God! I can't wait to see that madness!
UBC Operative 1: Me too!
UBC Operative 3: Could you guys please stop talking about shit right now? We've got a swarm of otters coming this way. Prep up and get ready!
The otters launch an attack on the UBC and GFC operatives from outside, shattering all the windows and resulting in the deaths of several of them.
UBC Operative 2: OH SHIT!
UBC Operative 3: FIRE AT WILL!
The operatives from UBC and GFC launch a counterattack, igniting a fierce shootout. They quickly find cover and return fire at the otter gang from behind the shattered windows.
- In Victor's basement -
Zack and four of his men descended to the basement's depths. This space is undeniably stocked with drugs, ammunition, weaponry, and valuable resources crucial for Zack's research. The basement is brightly lit and features a modern design. Numerous racks line the walls, displaying a variety of weapons, with ammunition crates scattered throughout. The racks are filled with various drugs, including numerous packages of cocaine and other substances. The entire area is brimming with an assortment of illegal items and rare materials.
Zack: This is such an intricate place. Well, boys, we're in paradise! Have a look around; just don't touch anything yet! Spread out!
Zack and his men slowly proceed further into the basement.
Zack: Look at this place and its glamour! Everything we see here is now rightfully ours!
UBC Operative: Boss, with all due respect, we can't transport these goods back to Zootopia because, you know, our vans are destroyed and there's a goddamn shootout happening on the surface. Why don't we go upstairs to assist them?!
Zack: I will do whatever it takes to successfully smuggle all of this beauty back to our HQ! I didn't come this far for nothing, and I refuse to yield to a handful of contemptible otters. We should mobilize additional units with more vans and possibly armored vehicles to accomplish this mission.
While Zack wanders about, he inadvertently trips over a slender wire linked to a series of concealed explosives beneath the shelves. The devices activate, emitting a rapid and loud beeping sound.
Zack: What the?! RUN! Get out here now! It's a trap!!!
The explosions detonate, obliterating the area along with Zack and his team. The entire structure shakes as the basement is utterly devastated, taking with it all the weapons and drugs stored within. Zack's fate hangs in uncertainty.
Meanwhile, in the living room...
Blake descends from the upper floor and immediately begins to inquire about Zack's whereabouts. Several casualties among GFC and UBC operatives are evident, with some taking refuge behind various objects outside. A fierce battle rages between the otters and the forces of Zack and Raphael. Blake receives no answers as the deafening blasts and gunfire drown out his voice. He promptly starts searching for Zack, drawn to the source of the explosion beneath the house. He spots dark smoke billowing from a concealed entrance leading to the basement. Approaching it, he halts at the threshold, unable to descend due to the smoke and flames consuming the area below. It seems impossible for Zack to have survived. Blake begins to call out his name repeatedly, despair creeping in. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the smoke on the staircase, making its way to the surface.
Blake: Zack?! Is that you?
As the figure ascends the staircase, its identity gradually comes into focus. It is Zack, gravely wounded and struggling to breathe, yet still alive, moving toward the light in search of fresh air. Portions of his fur are severely singed, and he bears multiple injuries across his body. He appears to be the sole survivor of the explosion.
Blake: Zack! Oh my god!!!
Blake rushes down to assist him, helping him navigate the staircase. They manage to escape just in time. Zack collapses onto the floor, gasping for air and coughing. Blake drags him closer to the open window, positioning him against the wall beneath it. As he does so, he observes that Zack's eyes have reverted to their original blue hue. Zack speaks to Blake in a hushed tone.
Zack: Blake, I am so sorry. It's all my fault!
Blake: Zack, it's really not fair. I wish it was me in your place instead of you. I feel like I deserve this more than you do. You didn't do anything wrong; you were just pursuing your dreams and doing your job, right?
Zack: Yes, but I'm feeling really disillusioned about everything, particularly this frustrating operation. It's a total flop! They had explosives hidden in the basement. It was all just a trap. That pesky rabbit tricked us! He had everything meticulously organized. That little shit...I will destroy him!
Blake: Zack, let's just finish what we started. We came this far, didn't we?
Zack: Hell no, we are not doing this anymore. I'm so fed up with all of this! We never should have started this operation in the first place! It's completely on me! If I had just taken you to the Onyx Technologies headquarters instead, we would have already dominated this entire animal kingdom!
Blake: Bro, why didn't you do that in the first place? I mean not taking over Zootopia, but you get the point. This is all for nothing, then!
Zack: It is. I regret it all! Where on earth is that rabbit?! I really wish I had been more vigilant down in the basement.
Blake looks around, but there's absolutely no sign of Victor at all...
Blake: What the?! He was lying here on the ground a few minutes ago...
Zack: I'll strangle him to death!
Zack clutches Blake's shoulder firmly as he coughs violently.
Zack: Do you still have those two syringes I gave you? Mine are broken.
Blake: Yes, I still got both of them. Why?
Blake pulls out the canister with the syringes and takes out one...
Zack: It's time to demonstrate their power, quickly! I sense that I may soon lose consciousness! This is bad!
Blake: Shit, here...
Blake hands Zack the mysterious syringe filled with a red luminescent liquid, which Zack then proceeds to inject into himself.
Blake: Zack?! What does it do?
Zack starts talking to Blake with difficulties...
Zack: Blake, hey, you need to get out there and take care of those otters. Help my guys win this destructive shootout.! We're stuck here! You're fine and full of energy! I totally underestimated those little shitheads. They're way tougher and smarter than I gave them credit for. Just give me ten minutes to get my act together, okay?
Blake: Zack, how do you expect to recover without medical treatment?
Zack: Just go. Ask questions later. Please.
Blake: Dude, look at yourself! You're badly injured! We need to get you to a hospital or something!
Zack: Blake, could you please shut up and make yourself useful? Trust me. I will recover. Mark my words!
Blake: Okay, I'll try, but the fire is spreading fast. You may want to come outside right now if you can, or I will drag your ass out of here if I have to!
Zack: Just push that red book back into its place, and the door should close. That should buy me some time.
Blake slides the red book back onto the shelf, and the door shuts in front of him.
Blake: Nice hideout, Victor. Alright, stay here. I'll be right back.
Blake pulls out his two Beretta guns, ready to go out and kick some ass.
Zack: BLAKE! I swear if you die, I'll kill you in hell!
Zack and Blake share a lighthearted laugh before Blake walks past UBC and GFC operatives taking cover, some of whom are injured or deceased. He approaches the entrance of the house, forcefully kicking the door open to join the fray outside. Fueled by determination and courage, he steps boldly into the line of fire. Blake returns fire at the otters, executing impressive acrobatic maneuvers to dodge incoming shots, utilizing vehicles as shields while delivering suppressive fire to support the UBC and GFC operatives. His marksmanship is nothing short of remarkable. After eliminating numerous otters and aiding his comrades, the street falls silent. While most otters have been neutralized, a few remain alive, wounded, and unable to move. Ten minutes later, Zack emerges from the house, astonishingly unscathed and fully recovered.
Blake: ZACK! I told you to stay in the house! Wait, what the hell is going on right now?
Blake is in disbelief as he watches Zack emerge from the house unharmed, taking in the fresh air and surveying the surroundings of the street.
Zack: Look at them dying, poor beings.
Blake: How are you not injured? You were pretty much dying back inside the house. How come you have no injuries anymore? Is this some kind of witchcraft?
Zack: What you're witnessing is a blend of medical expertise and scientific magic. These syringes are designed to heal wounds and rejuvenate your cells. They have the power to save lives. Pretty impressive, right?
Blake: This is surreal!
Zack chuckles softly while strolling by a few lifeless and some fading otters scattered on the ground.
Blake: Zack! It's dangerous! Some of them are still alive!
Zack: Yeah, but they can no longer fire their weapons.
Blake: But some of them are only debilitated due to blood loss but are still alive. They can still shoot your ass, you know?
Zack: Well, then what are we waiting for? Let's finish off any dying simpletons!
Zack approaches an otter that is still alive and ruthlessly steps on its head, ending its suffering.
Blake: Gross!
At that moment, one of the wounded otters manages to raise a gun and takes aim at Zack, ready to fire at his back. Fortunately, Blake spots the danger in the nick of time and fires at the otter, instantly killing it.
Zack: Let's just pretend this didn't happen.
Blake: I told you. I saved your ass twice today! You're welcome!
Zack: We need to figure out a way to get back to Zootopia ASAP!
Two UBC operatives come close to Zack...
UBC Operative 1: Sir, it appears the syringe you used successfully took effect within a couple of minutes, and the results are truly astounding!
UBC Operative 2: Miss Quinn will be very pleased about the results!
Blake comes up close to Zack...
Blake: Zack, there's something I need to share with you, and it's just between us.
Zack: You heard my sunshine. Leave. Go patrol the damn area and get ready for the cops! I am sure the BBPD is en route to our location!
They both walk away...
Zack: So what is it?
Blake: Listen, Victor was right. I saw the footage, and you will not believe who is the person behind the assassination of my family.
Zack: Tell me!
Blake: Those men!
Blake points at the GFC operatives in the distance.
Blake: See those men? They're working for one specific Bengal tiger. Yeah.....it's him.
Zack: Ra.....Raphael?
Blake tears up.
Zack: Raphael.....
Zack lets out a low growl of frustration, prompting Blake to gently rest his paw on Zack's shoulder.
Blake: I need to avenge my family.
Blake sniffs as Zack wipes his tears with his paw.
Zack: I promise you that retribution will find him. He will confront the repercussions and endure significant pain. I will support you and remain by your side until the very end, my brother.
Blake: Thank you!
Blake embraces Zack warmly. Suddenly, a UBC Operative hurries over to them, bearing troubling news.
Zack: What did I just tell you?!
UBC Operative: Sir! It's urgent! Watchdog Nine just called in! They spotted BBPD cars heading this way! What are your orders, sir?!
Zack: Everyone! Hold your positions!
Zack walks to the road to look around.
Zack: What a bloody mess.
Terrified bunnies peer out from their windows, observing the entire group.
Zack: Look at them shivering inside their houses! There are so many eyes looking at us right now! I wish I could just massacre every single one of them right now. I may not be a monster, but it feels like I am on the verge of becoming one.
Blake: All of this is making me pretty dispirited.
Zack: Don't like you are not used to this kind of bloodshed. Prepare. I hear them coming!
Blake: What are you doing, Zack? We're going to die here if we stay! We need to get moving and leave Bunnyburrow!
Zack: I won't run from our enemies. Never.
Zack orders everyone to get their weapons ready as there are four BBPD cars racing toward their location in the distance.
Blake: Okay, we're screwed. We have to go!
Zack: Silence. I said I wouldn't run from our enemies. My innermost feelings are telling me to treat everyone with contempt here. The BBPD is just a minor obstacle we'll overcome effortlessly. We're sending them back to the depths of hell, where they belong! Everyone, hold on for my signal!
The operatives from UBC and GFC assemble and position themselves side by side in front of Zack, preparing their weapons for action.
Blake: You lost your mind.
The BBPD vehicles pull up and come to a halt on the road ahead of them. Bunnies, cougars, and leopards emerge from the cars.
Zack: FIRE!
The officers of the BBPD find themselves outmatched by the firepower wielded by Zack's men, leading to numerous casualties among their ranks. The BBPD is quickly overpowered. The remaining officers call in reinforcements while seeking shelter behind their vehicles. However, their respite is short-lived as two grenades are thrown into the area between the cars, causing a massive explosion that eliminates all responding BBPD units.
Blake: We are truly fortunate to have experienced the miracle of still being alive.
Zack: I told you we'd send them back to the depths of hell. Now, clear the perimeter.
The operatives from the GFC and UBC fan out to assess the burning BBPD vehicles and the surrounding casualties, while Blake and Zack discuss their next move.
Blake: You do realize they're going to call for reinforcements? The ZPD?!
Zack: You do understand that by the time they get here, we'll have already left for Zootopia, right?
Blake: Easily said. And how?!
Zack: Good question.
Blake: We're screwed. Really.
Zack: We'll have to look for a ride.
Blake: Why don't you just call in for reinforcements too? Where's the rest of your "army" Zack?!
Zack: Back in Zootopia. Unluckily. And I don't want to call in reinforcements because it would take them too long to get here, and I can't afford to waste more time. We need a car, but the problem is, every damn car here is designed for rabbits, meaning they are small as heck. Just look at them! We certainly won't fit in any of those minuscule vehicles.
The operatives from GFC and UBC discover an BBPD officer who is still alive. One of them informs Zack about the situation.
UBC Operative: Sir, we've found one BBPD officer still alive.
Zack follows the UBC operative, who guides him to the wounded BBPD officer. The officer is a fox, strikingly similar to the ZPD's first fox officer, Nick Wilde. This resemblance triggers a series of flashbacks for Blake, prompting him to urge Zack that they need to exit Bunnyburrow without delay.
Blake: Zack, I don't like this one bit. We should make a run for it; get the hell out of here!
BBPD Officer: Your buddy is right, Wolf. You should run as far as you can, but know that you won't get far...
Zack kneels beside him, his voice tinged with irritation as he addresses him.
Zack: It would have been wise for you to remain at your post. Did you really believe your limited forces could halt my progress? Your bravery has ultimately resulted in your downfall. Facing me and my team was a significant error, my friend.
BBPD Officer: Causing havoc here was what I would call a significant error instead, you weird wolf-looking creature! You'll be all ultimately detained and taken into custody by the ZPD, who are, by the way, already dispatched to this exact location, just so you know.
Zack: That's it!
Zack seizes the officer by the neck and swiftly breaks it, resulting in the officer's death, before discarding the body carelessly.
Zack: I find it quite tremendously vexing when people refer to me as a creature or treat me unjustly based solely on my appearance. It's time to put that aside and focus on finding a way back to Zootopia as quickly as possible.
Blake: I am sorry, Zack.
Zack: It's alright! I got used to it. Welcome to my life. Now....
Zack orders all UBC operatives to line up and turn against the GFC operatives...
Zack: Execute order Red Phoenix!
All UBC operatives swiftly draw their weapons and launch a surprise attack on every GFC member, resulting in their complete elimination.
Blake: What just happened?!
Zack: This directive mandates that all my men must turn against their allies, in this case, the Golden Fang Clan. At this juncture, the alliance is dissolved, and we must operate independently.
Blake: Interesting. And why would you do this?
Zack: You expressed a desire to seek retribution for your family, correct? I am merely attempting to assist you in making this task easier. The quest for vengeance starts now! We no longer require their presence. Our mission concludes here, and a new chapter begins, my dear friend!
- On the fringes of Bunnyburrow -
A GFC vehicle is making its way toward the Bunnyburrow sign before coming to a stop beside it. Jacob and Gerald step out of the car, having arrived later than expected due to mechanical issues. In a hurry, Jacob heads straight for the sign to relieve himself.
Gerald: I told you to refuel the damn car! Now we are running behind schedule! We should have been assisting our clan by this time. I feel quite embarrassed now. Are you aware that we are both slowly declining each day? Raphael will not be satisfied with our efforts if we continue to be ineffective in all aspects. We must improve! Our lackluster performance can no longer be accepted. We need to demonstrate to him that we are deserving of his trust and investment! Do you comprehend?
Jacob concludes his "restroom break" and makes his way back to the vehicle.
Jacob: Mate, it was you who was told to refuel the car and not me! Besides, we might've missed a shootout or something. So you should be happy that we arrived late. I want to die as a senile old wolf in a wheelchair. I am way too young to give away my soul to the reaper right now.
Gerald: Oh shit! COPS!
The convoy of ZPD cars is about to pass by Jacob and Gerald.
Gerald: Act like we're just ordinary civilians, dumbass.
Jacob takes out a cigarette, lights it, and settles himself on the car's hood. As he smokes, the ZPD convoy drives past him and Gerald, making its way directly to Bunnyburrow.
Gerald: What a close call!
Jacob: See? Always remember to bring some cigarettes. Smokers are unobtrusive.
Gerald: Oh Jacob, you're so unnoticeable and awful. Look, the cops might be heading to restrain and eliminate any members of our clan. Something bad happened! I feel it in my veins!
Jacob: We can only hope they're all alive in Victor's house, drinking some hot cocoa!
Gerald: Or buried underground. We can't go there to help them now that the ZPD is engaging! We need to go back to Zootopia and report everything to the boss.
Jacob: Alright! I like that idea!
Gerald: Well, c'mon! Let's go!
Gerald gets in the car, but Jacob just keeps smoking.
Gerald: What the hell are you doing? Get in!
Jacob: Smokin'? Let me finish what I started! I'd feel terrible till the end of my life if I threw this cute teensy tube on the ground without sucking the living tobacco out of its life!
Gerald exhales deeply and ignites the engine, pressing down on the accelerator. As a result, he sends Jacob tumbling off the hood and onto the ground.
Jacob: Are you out of your arctic mind? You could have run me over!
Gerald: Then get in already! We need to hurry back to Zootopia!
Jacob: I am coming!
He gets into the car, taking a seat on the passenger side. They turn the car and begin their journey back to Zootopia.
- Outside Victor's residence -
Blake and Zack continue their conversation about their next steps when the sound of ZPD sirens approaches from afar.
Blake: Shit! We gotta get the hell outta here!
Zack: We need to get a move on! Everyone, we need to disperse! We go our separate ways, my boys!
UBC Operative: Sir, why can't we just come with you? Together, we're unstoppable and powerful! It's a very bad idea to split up!
Zack: Together, we're vulnerable and way too conspicuous! Me and Blake are the most important assets here! So, you better cover our six and hold them off as long as you can! Or choose the cowardly way, run for your lives, and try to find a way to travel back to Zootopia.
UBC Operative: Well, we pledged ourselves to serve you, do your bidding, and most importantly, to protect you, so we will hold them off, sir!
Zack: Consider it done! C'mon Blake! It's time to get the hell out of this detestable place! I'm still curious about where Mr. Barker took off to! I've got some loose ends to tie up with that trash-talking rabbit.
Blake: We'll deal with him later! There's no time to search for him!
Zack and Blake start running away from the gang.
Blake: I still can't believe that syringe worked. You got no wounds whatsoever. That's unreal! And how did you survive that explosion to begin with?
Zack: After years of rigorous training, my body has become resilient to extreme conditions, as you can observe. I feel incredibly energized! However, I will need to undergo a medical examination at headquarters to ensure I am in top-optimal condition.
Blake: Hey, look! There! A bus stop with bunnies going on board!
Zack: How about we hop on that bus and catch a ride back to Zootopia while I cook us some hot, delicious soup with bunny meat?
Blake: Excellent idea! Not a fan of the second one with the bunnies. I know you completely hate them, but try to just threaten them, and they will scurry away in no time!
Zack and Blake hurriedly approach a bus stop where several bunnies are boarding the bus. Zack shoves each bunny aside to make his way onto the bus and talks to the driver, who is also a bunny.
Zack: Hey, rabbit! You better tell your sapless, long-eared passengers to disembark because me and my friend over here are taking over your bus!
Bus Driver: Who the hell do you think you are? Did you come here to catch a free ride? Kindly pay first!
Zack: Well, I certainly didn't come here to wrangle with a petty rabbit and waste my time. Leave now, or I'll tear you and your passengers apart!
Blake: Zack, contain yourself!
The bunnies chilling in the back of the bus are totally freaked out while Zack chats with the driver.
Buss Driver: Sir, I kindly ask you to leave. Threatening us will only get you to jail.
Zack lets out a derisive laugh and forcefully slams the driver's head into the steering wheel. Panic erupts among the passengers on the bus as they scream and scramble to escape, but the doors are locked tight. Meanwhile, the bunnies at the bus stop quickly hop away in fright.
Zack: Pathetic nincompoop!
Blake: Here we go again, using force and anger.
Zack: If you want something to be done right, you have to unleash the beast in you!
Zack seizes the unconscious driver and tosses him out of the bus. Next, he asks Blake to pass him one of his Beretta guns. He takes aim at the back window of the bus and fires.
Zack: Here's your way out, you despicable beings!!!!
Each bunny leaps through the broken back window and scurries away from the bus. Zack lets out a groan, takes a seat, leans his head against the headrest, and shuts his eyes.
Blake: Are you okay?
Zack: Yeah. Pretty okay. You drive. Get us out of here. I need to rest.
Blake: You're not so tough now like you thought, eh?!
Zack: Everybody has their limits and weaknesses. I am exhausted, and I feel like shit.
Blake: Just take a nap. It looks like the side effects of that syringe are starting to kick in. Just keep resting. I will drive.
Zack: Come on, let's move! The ZPD is just a few blocks from here. If those rabbits tell them about a stolen bus, they'll be on us before we know it. We're an easy mark.
In the distance, the sound of gunfire echoes. A fierce clash has erupted between the surviving UBC Operatives and the ZPD.
Blake: Shit! Let's go....
Zack: My guys are out there risking their lives for us. I feel bad for them.
Blake lets out a deep sigh as he fires up the bus and pulls away from Bunnyburrow for the last time. He attempts to reach out to the Golden Fang Clan through his headset, but all he gets back is a bunch of static.
Blake: This is Blake Thunder speaking, over. Can you read me? Anyone?! Shit. There's no remaining GFC members left. You really killed all of them back at Victor's house...
Zack: That's right! Also, why would you try to contact them, goddammit? I thought you were against them.
Blake: I AM! I just have an important message for them. Wait, hold on! Someone's on the line...
The last two remaining GFC members, Jacob and Gerald, answer Blake.
Jacob: Blake? Is that you? I thought you died! Thank God you're alive!
Blake: Jacob, if I were you, I wouldn't be so cheerful! I am coming for you all, you dirty rats!
Jacob: What are you talking about?!
Blake: Where are you?!
Jacob: We're...
Gerald joins the conversation.
Gerald: We're on our way back to Zootopia to fill Raphael in on everything. Blake, where are you? What went down over there?!
Blake: Everyone's gone! We took them out, you dirty rat! Let Raphael know I'm on my way to feast on his soul! I'm going to tear him apart and break every bone in his body! You're all going to meet the same end!
Gerald: Dude, Blake, seriously? What's up with you? We haven't done anything to you. Why are you acting so harsh?
Blake: You can give all the credit to Raphael for this mess! He took out my family! I'm declaring war! Do you hear me?! Anyone connected to the Golden Fang Clan is going down. No mercy! I've teamed up with Zack, so your clan doesn't stand a chance! You're all as good as dead, and you just don't realize it yet! Mr. Vengeance is on its way! I'm coming to wipe you all out, you immoral parasites! Blake out.
Blake yanks off his headset, crushes it in his hand, and tosses it aside.
Jacob: That was such an overly dramatic declaration of vengeance.
Gerald: Wow, I have never seen this version of Blake. The anger, the hostility. Did Raphael actually take out his family? He believes we had a hand in this mess. We're in deep trouble, then. What are we going to do, Jacob?
Jacob: I think this is the perfect moment to hang up our boots, buddy.
Gerald: We'll tell everything to Raphael, and then we're OUT!
Jacob: Yeah! I agree!
Gerald: I see Zootopia in the distance! Finally!
Jacob: Keep driving!
- Back to Blake and Zack -
Zack: And you told me to control my emotions...
Blake: Zack, not now. This is much more serious and important!
Zack: I understand you want to take vengeance on the Golden Fang Clan, but remember our main goal is to go to the headquarters of Onyx Technologies.
Blake: That's where we are going first, no worries.
Zack: Thank you.
Blake and Zack departed from Bunnyburrow, passing by its sign. They have a journey of one hour ahead of them.
- Thirty minutes later at the Golden Fang Clan, Raphael's Office -
Raphael is seated in his chair, with Gregory positioned behind him. As Raphael smokes and examines rare jewelry contained within a briefcase on his desk, Gerald and Jacob burst into his office, clearly out of breath. Raphael stands up shocked...
Raphael: What are you two doing here? I hope the operation was successful and that you have loaded the goods into the vans, along with that rabbit!
Gerald and Jacob stand apprehensively before Raphael's table, filled with trepidation.
Jacob: Gerald, you tell him everything!
Gerald: No, you tell him everything!
Jacob: Hell no! You're older than me, so I suppose you have the guts to tell him the truth!
Raphael: TALK!
Gerald: Fine, boss, we're really sorry, but we brought you terrible news! The operation was...
Gerald pauses...
Raphael: The operation was WHAT?!
Jacob: A failure...
Gerald: Yep. We've been betrayed. All GFC members who were sent to undertake this operation are K.I.A.
Raphael becomes extremely frustrated.
Raphael: Bullshit! This is unacceptable! You two have chosen to retreat rather than confront the enemy. You are both displaying a lack of courage!
Gerald: I know, boss. I am sorry. But I am done. I mean, we're done! We're retiring!
They both set their weapons down on Raphael's table. In a fit of rage, Raphael overturns the table, creating a significant disorder.
Raphael: You are not entitled to retirement; rather, you should face the consequences of your choices! Both of you have proven to be entirely unavailing in your roles. Why did you not support your colleagues? You have let down our brotherhood! This act of cowardice is subject to the most severe penalties conceivable in our clan!
Gerald: We got there too late. The ZPD was already heading out to look into the shootout. They likely rounded everyone up, or worse. Our crew was outmatched! Please, boss, we hope you can forgive us.
Raphael: NEVER!
Gregory: Boss, would you like me to grind them?!
Raphael: No! Greg! You just stand still. I got someone else here who will gladly take care of these two!
Gerald whispers to Jacob:
Gerald: Let's get out of here, Jacob.
Raphael: WHAT WAS THAT?!
Gerald: Nothing?
Raphael draws his gun and fires at Gerald, hitting him in the chest and ending his life.
Jacob: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! BROTHER!!!!
Jacob crouches beside Gerald, gently holding his head as he mourns for him.
Jacob: Why would you go and kill him, you wild and reckless tiger? He meant the world to me! I loved him so much!
Raphael: He was a gigantic disgrace to our clan, and so are you!
Jacob cries over Gerald's dead body.
Jacob: Just so you know, before you make any moves with me, Blake is coming for you, and he's out for revenge! I should've figured it out earlier that you were the one who killed his family! You just used him to line your own pockets. He helped you rake in cash without you lifting a finger. You exploited his fighting skills and his pain! You're a despicable, greedy bastard who only cares about money! You have no clue what love and family are all about, and you couldn't care less about your crew! SHAME ON YOU, ROARLINGTON!
Raphael: How does he know? enough! Quit prattling you fool! I will take care of him! Kyle! Come here! You got a death nominee waiting for you over here!
Kyle steps out from the dimly lit corner of the room and approaches Jacob, who remains on his knees beside his deceased best friend, tears streaming down his face.
Kyle: Do I hear a birdie warbling over here?!
He crouches beside Jacob and begins to speak to him with a tone of sarcasm.
Kyle: What happened? This is terrible! I feel compelled to share in your sorrow. When is the memorial service scheduled? Rest assured, we will handle the cremation together. Hold on, what am I saying? It will actually be just me managing the cremation for both of you simultaneously! However, before doing that, would you be interested in some fun, gory activities filled with agony in my torture chamber? How does that sound?
Jacob: SCREW YOU!
Raphael: Kyle! He is a condemned wolf! So make sure he undergoes insufferable pain before you put his miserable life to an end!
Kyle: Torture chamber it is then! Well, c'mon wolfie, perpetual damnation awaits!!!
Kyle cackles with delight as he seizes Jacob by his tail and begins to pull him out of Raphael's office.
Jacob: Please no! spare me! Don't do this to me!!!!!
He gets dragged out of Raphael's office...
Gregory: What are your orders, boss?
Raphael Notify all individuals engaged in criminal activities that they are permitted to move freely within this facility while armed. We must gather as many armed men as we can. Our organization is at a critical stage, and we must take every possible measure to avert its dissolution. It is possible that the ZPD is aware of our whereabouts now, so we must brace ourselves for the worst.
Gregory: I am on it, boss.
All criminals have been granted the freedom to move about the entire complex. The hideout of the Golden Fang Clan has been significantly reinforced. In the meantime, Zack and Blake are making their way to the headquarters of Onyx Technologies to devise their next strategy.