Zootopia Cops Novels & Stories

"Well, sorry to disappoint you but with the current relationship Mrs. Bailey has with President Zaborowski, that is already a huge reason to go berserk and do something craz~" "You've been slandering her since you saw us together. What is your problem?" it was me and I was this close to giving this asshole cop a knuckle sandwich. "All right! Enough! Agent Diaz, start the interrogation with the guards first. Separate them. Agent Hart, question the nanny, too. I will handle President Zaborowski and Mrs. Bailey myself!" the captain commanded authoritatively. This asshole cop whose surname was Diaz sneered first before he went to the room where the guard who asked for our IDs earlier was waiting

"Zach, how about this? I'll divorce you and take nothing from our marriage. Then, you take out the money to help Raven and her family. "If you don't, you can foresee the consequences. Once they post this online, you'll lose your job for sure." The mention of my job made me waver. Sylvia turned to the crowd and bowed repeatedly. "Everyone, our goal is to get Officer Weber the treatment she deserves and help her family. Please delete the videos. I'm begging you." The police officers followed her lead and bowed as well. Their synchronized gesture left a mark on the entire crowd. Many people's eyes reddened as tears welled up. Even Harlan wiped away his tears.

Cops dressed in black and white outfits stood in the midst of the scene patrolling with shotguns and rifles in their hands while more cops dressed in overall black outfits walked out of the motel chattering. ZOOM! A red highlander zoomed in and halted rapidly before the scene, the chattering cops were attracted by the car and they walked towards it. Form the car he emerged. He was more like a remarkably built man, too muscular to be the sheriff. He was Scott Evans, a very bald man with narrow eyes and pointy nose, he also had a canine tattoo on his left shoulder that peeked through his white short sleeve t-shirt, he wore a brown trouser and white trainers. He was more like the Dwayne Johnson

The bald cop said, with his shiny badge, his cap and the leather boot, he looked like a cowboy from a movie than a police man but she brushed up off. "I want to make a report about a man, a mafia lord. A gang leader and a kidnapper and what's worse? He can disappear into walls." I explained and I saw the look they had on their faces. It wasn't a Perry or a cherry one "Wait what?" The cop mouth was wide open and his eyes widened. "My name is Zion, what's yours?" He asked me with a hand shake. "Please let's have a seat!" He offered, and I went on.

He turned angrily and the other cop fired him as well. Unfortunately for Zayn it caught him at his injured stomach. The pain was excruciating that he could not withstand, he dropped to his knees fighting hard not to pass out when he felt the healing aura of his wolf, one that came with a strength to unplug the taser hook from himself one more time. 'Mate!' The faint voice of his wolf slowly vanished inside his head. Zayn was weak to the bones giving the cops a chance to get a hold and cuff his hand behind immediately. He was pushed into the waiting vehicle of the cops and was drove away at that moment leaving the other cop to attended to the attacked man, or the attacker instead.

The man waddles up to them confidently and flashes his badge. “Detective Maximo Diaz. Anti-Cybercrime Group. You Nathaniel Policarpio?” Nate nods hesitantly. “I received your tip about the Boogeyman. Is he in the building?” “Yes, sir!” Nate blurts out, fighting the urge to make a salute. The detective finally spares the other cops a glance. “Who are you supposed to be?” The ranking officer of the four stiffens and shouts: “Sir, backup, sir!” ****

He pushed it and entered, only to be met with a chaotic scene. Two cops were holding the twins in their arms, trying to drag them out of the apartment. Alicia was standing behind them, shouting and pointing at the kids. The twins were kicking and squirming, trying to free themselves from the cop’s grip. Leo saw Matteo’s eyes change color from gray to yellow, a sign that he was about to use his powers.

"We're on our way now, sir," one of the ten cops with five automobiles ranging from patrol dodge chargers to an SUV Ford Police Interceptor said to a walkie talkie that hung from his shoulder. He had me and Amaya locked up in the secondary trunk of his dodge charger. Mrs. Spikes and Maisie in another then Sheryl and Sal in the third vehicle. We were all handcuffed because as one of the cops said - a man with saggy beards that rested comfortably on his huge lips, "you are threats to the safety of the community and we have to do our jobs well and keep our citizens safe," with that he'd claspsed ugly looking cold handcuffs round our wrists.

"Let's take them in." The cops move closer, and I see their eyes widen in recognition when they see me. I can tell they're afraid, but they don't approach the car. Instead, they order us to move on, their voices quavering. "You're hunting witches?" one of them asks, his voice shaking. "I... I wish you luck," he stammers. The other cop nods, his face pale. "We'll leave you to it," he says, and they both turn and hurry back to their patrol car. Adam, still behind the wheel, bursts out laughing. "Those cops ran off with their tails between their legs," he says, his voice tinged with amusement. But I don't join him in his laughter. I remain cold and silent, my thoughts elsewhere. I can't shake t

He was the chief of police for Gillespie un-Lar, the Commander’s counterpart in the local hierarchy, and apparently the leader for tonight’s mission. I could sense the undercurrent of worry and indignation from the rest of the cops assembled in the room. For the local police, Estacio was a really big fish that they had spent months to reel in, and just as the decisive moment came for them to finally catch him, predatory birds under the guise of the Anomaly Guard swoop in to steal their prey, their achievement, their hard work. This made them less than amiable and almost hostile towards us. Though I could sympathize with the cops who worked in this case, the same couldn’t be said with their C