Officer Clawhauser Zootopia Novels & Stories

I shook my head, “I—what? I didn't do anything! We were in a crash, Yasmine, a wolf—” Before I could finish, Yasmine lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up to my feet. The sharp pain in my scalp made me gasp. “That little stunt you pulled at the game!” She hissed right into my face. “The official's kid! They followed us back, Trixie! The Northern pack retaliated!” My heart stopped. “No... it couldn't have—” Yasmine shoved me back down to the ground with everything she had. “It did!” She screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks.

An alert would be sent for any unknown entry. And Hoon said he just saw everything, in less than a minute, and nothing even happened on the Chief’s phone. He parked hastily outside the building, he almost hit a homeless man. Muttering a weak ‘sorry’ he rushed inside and took the elevator. Cold sweat trickled down his nape and forehead. Now that Nightcrawlers are back, it’s not surprising that they would first target Claire as Max assumes she has been experimented. Just like what they did to Iris.

Cruella asked loudly and they immediately turned around to her directions, their guns aimed at her. The door to one of the SUV vehicles opened and Zina alighted the car alongside Mrs. Cushion. Cruella widened her eyes in shock when she saw the two of them. “Put your hands up where we can see them.” One of the officers ordered but Cruella didn't move. “I see you're finally showing your true colors.” Zina said, her face void of all expression. “I see you finally solved your case.” Cruella fired back, her expression cold and unwelcoming.

“See you later son, go be with Alicia.” Detective White followed the leading of his junior colleague into the ward of his son that has now been declared a crime scene. “Look what we have here sir,” said the junior colleague as he handed a sharp claw to Detective White. “A claw? That’s impossible.” “It’s now clear now that we are handling the case of an animal attack, sir.” “I still do not believe. I need the surveillance footage of St Leo’s hospital for the last four hours.”

What's more, the dose is only a little. The security guards heard Boston's voice and immediately ran toward the bathroom. Leon bumped into their bodies because of the darkness of the lights. The hotel clerk turned the electricity back on, which was only temporarily turned off. The electricity came back on. The security guards grabbed Leon's hand. "Oh, shit!" exclaimed Fox. Hearing that, Claire began to panic. "Fox, turn off the power again," said Claire. "He took my watch ..." Boston said, crawling over to the officers. Leon quickly took the opportunity while the officers were off guard. He punched one of the officers then ran away. He dropped his Boston Hopkins watch and ran away. At the sa

Xavier explained. I stared at him. “What?!” “Relax. I know it was you in his clutches and not the other way around. I think most sane law enforcement officers know that. It’s just that they’re looking for someone to pay for the murders, and you’re alive and ‘Hoot’ isn’t,” Xavier said, gesturing idly with his sandwich.

I remembered the boy with Logan though, I was sure he had told me to shut up. -Yes," I answered suddenly because I had been silent for seconds and that wasn't good, "The pizza never arrived, officer," I had to sound very convincing. -I understood. We have had certain cases of animals killing but this one was... there's something that tells me it wasn't an animal," the officer explained, "it's more than that. Would you mind checking your house, Levana? -he asks.

I can do it. And you'll burn. "Son," says Officer Tatcher, "we can do this the easy way, or the hard way." Cyprus stands still for a moment before he moves. He reaches for his Sig, but the lady officer and one of the other officers are on him before he can move. I would never move that lamely. Cyprus would because he's weak. They handcuff him, the cuffs clicking and tightening. "He's carrying a Sig, sir," says the lady officer. Her black hair is tied in a tight bun, and the nametag on her chest says Gomez.

Kairo, his elbows resting on the quickly melting snow, watched the quad appear. Not just any quad, but one with monster features, and a cross welded to its bow. Kairo felt a sudden emptiness in the pit of his stomach. The officer increased the magnification, and the unrecognizable blob leapt into focus. There was no mistaking the staring eyes, the contorted face, or the horribly bared teeth. It was Saul. Kairo felt an irritating surge of anger. Damn the miserable sonofabitch to hell! Damn him for allowing such a thing to happen, damn him for staying alive, and damn him for putting me in this position!

“I’m River. This is my boss Dahlia—she’s the property owner. She’s the one who had the encounter.” The officer’s eyes shift to me. “You’re the one it charged?” “Yes.” “You injured?” “No. It never made contact.” He makes a note on his clipboard. “Lucky. Rabid animals don’t have a fear response anymore. Once they fixate on a target they don’t back down until something stops them.” “Something did stop it,” I say flatly. “Multiple somethings, actually. It wasn’t just me out here.”