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Next chapter. Nick brings Judy up to date on some things and, she, in turn, tosses a monkey wrench into the "works".
Chapter 2: Getting Up to Speed/Deal with It
Nick Wilde’s eyes scanned the road and surrounding countryside ahead. Outside of two parallel running lines of low mountains set to the left and right sides of the road, there wasn’t much to see in the arid 40 some mile-wide valley they drove through.
“Miles and miles of nothing but miles and miles,” he mentally repeated an old local saying.
In a way, it was soothing, hardly anything to jolt eye and the mind. He canted his eyes to the right to look at his passenger. Like himself, Judy was belted in with a six-point safety harness whose anchor points were bolted to a reinforcing plate that was, in turn, hard welded and bolted to a couple of chassis frame members. In matter of fact, the whole heavy duty SUV contained an insane amount of safety and collision impact dampening devices. On top of all of that, there were four, four, emergency beacons built in that would activate if and when a forceful enough impact was detected. The fox smiled as he recalled what Bogo said about it:
“I don’t like you, Wilde, not one damned bit! But I have to have you. And that means keeping you safe and in one piece in all the ways that I can. Losing you to a traffic accident is not in the cards!”
“Gives me a nice warm feeling that he cares so much,” Nick thought with a toothy smirk.
Another look to the right to see that the expression on his charge’s face was still the same; a faraway look that gave not one indication of what she was thinking. There is a saying, a directive, among problem solving experts that ‘says’ that when someone has one or more unpleasant tasks to do that they do it/them first and as soon as possible to get things over with.
“Dandy advice that I’ve taken most of the time….”
Another glance to Judy, her expression hadn’t changed one bit.
“…but when you have a number of full on body blows to deliver you have to space them out and prioritize when they hit.”
* * * * * * * * * * * *
“How?”
One word, but it asked so much.
“Honest answer is that we don’t know,” Nick, settled back in his oversized chair, said. “Speculation is that the cocoon you were in put you into some kind of biological stasis or suspended animation. I brought up a few pieces of that material with us and the lab types are going over them with everything they have.”
He let her digest that for a few seconds.
“Miss Hopps…”
” Judy, please,” she interrupted. “After what you’ve done for me it seems a little silly to be so formal.”
“Very well, Judy.”
He paused, marshalling his thoughts.
“Judy, while you were recovering, I boned up on the predictions made in the 1950s on what they thought this time period would be like. I have to say it made some pretty interesting reading. Item; cheap, fast, and safe interplanetary travel. We’re not there. We manage to put 14 mammals on the moon and they brought back some 1500 pounds of dust and rock samples for study. As yet, no moon bases of any type. We have a non-rotating space station that’s about 900 miles up that has an average of four mammals on it at any one time. We’ve sent robot probes, flybys and orbitals, to all of the planets in our solar system and landed, successfully, landed five probes on the planet Ares. Three are rovers that travel over the surface. Thirty years ago, we launched the first space telescope, it ‘sees’ in the visible light range, into orbit. Over those years, its observations have shaken up and confounded the astronomical sciences. Two years ago, they lobbed a second space telescope into an orbit of a million miles from Terra. This one ‘sees’ in the infrared light range, and like its predecessor, it is finding things that have our science mammals having to readjust their outlooks and theories about the Universe. And we’ve managed to recover and bring back some dust and other particles from three comets plus samples from two asteroids. So, while not living up to all of the 1958 predictions on space we haven’t done too badly.”
The rabbit doe listened attentively as Nick ran down her time’s prediction list. To be honest, even with her bright eyed outlook of the future, she had tempered it with the knowledge that past predictions of what her own time period would be like had been woefully off the mark. From time to time, she asked questions to clarify something
“Now, to other things. The world population has almost tripled since you got ‘wrapped up’. There are places, all too many, where life is pretty much to downright shaky. There seems to be more conflicts going on in the world today than in your time but I’m not so sure that the number has grown, more of a case that we so easily know of them these days. Our communications system is very good now and as a result it’s more and more difficult for governments and other groups to keep things secret.”
He pulled something out of a shirt pocket and held it up for Judy to see. It was rectangular in shape, with the corners rounded off, that measured some six inches by two and a half inches.
“This is referred to as a smart phone. With it, one can talk to anyone else in the world with a similar device and a connection to the communication net. And, by the way, no wires needed.”
He used it to take a few pictures of her (no film to develop!) and even a short movie (with sound!) and showed all of that to her. Then, showed her that he could access and play Hollywood movies and shows on it. He shifted to another ‘site’ and pulled up all kinds of scientific information. There were literally thousands of short movies, videos Nick called them, explaining anything from basic science to incredibly advanced theories, hypotheses, and speculations into things that she had never heard of in her time.
“And anyone can…access these?” she asked.
“That, and even participate if they wish. There are increasing numbers of small science projects that are being ‘crowd funded’. That means that the people doing the project have, usually, explained what they are working on and are asking mammals to contribute money towards that project. With access to so many people there is quite a bit of this going on.”
It was sundown when they called a stop. Judy’s mind was close to reeling with all the stuff she had learned.
“Get a good rest tonight, Fluff. I’ve stalled off the Chief about as long as I can and he insists on doing a debriefing of you. That is set for tomorrow,” Nick told her.
“Sigh, that’s to be expected,” she replied.
“A warning to you, Bogo, and some who work for him, have a bad habit of not knowing when to let up or quit. So be prepared to be pushed hard.”
“Will you be there?” Judy asked.
He heard the anxiety in her voice.
“Yes, if you want me to be.”
“I do want you, there.”
“Alright, I will be.”
“Nick, one more thing.”
“And that is?”
“Have you found any others?”
He knew whom she referred to.
“Nope. So far, you are the only one.”
* * * * * * * * * * *
“What are you doing here, Wilde!” growled Bogo.
“I am here at the request of the lady,” Nick said in a nonchalant voice tone.
“You can leave,” the cape buffalo said.
“I could, but I’m not going to,” said the fox, coolly.
Judy marveled at the interchange. Bogo out massed Nick several times over and likely out muscled him by at least a multiple of four. Still, her fox showed no sign of concern.
“He’s either crazy or there’s something super important about him that keeps that big bull in check,” she guessed.
The exchange decided something for her and she steeled herself for what she was sure would be a difficult time over the next several or so minutes.
“Miss Hopps, take the seat in front of the table,” Bogo directed.
As she did so, Nick hauled a chair out of a corner of the Spartan room, set it close to hers, turned the back of it towards the table, and then seated himself in it where his chin rested on the top of the chair back. The table was beveled at its ends which gave it the look of a boomerang, with her chair, several sizes too big for her, situated in front of the center of the curve. Sitting in three chairs on the other side, were, right to left, a tiger, a moose, and the biggest gray wolf she had ever seen.
“All of this designed to make me feel small, vulnerable, and intimidated,” she evaluated.
That was fine, it stiffened her resolve.
“Judith Lavern Hopps, this debriefing is in session,” declared the Moose, the biggest of the three.
“Now!” she thought.
“Gentle mammals, before we go any further, I will point out something that needs to be addressed here and now!” Judy stated.
Hesitation.
“And that is?”
“That I know none of you.”
She looked to where Bogo stood at one end of the table.
“Nor you.”
Then, she looked at Nick.
“And while I am grateful for your rescue of me, I do not really know who or what you are, either.”
Her eyes returned to the moose.
“None of you have shown me any security clearance paperwork and even if you did I would have no way to authenticate it.”
Nick fought down an urge.
“As such, due to the nature of my work, workplace, and in adherence to my security training and directives…”
Nick struggled.
“…I must, respectfully, decline to say anything unless and until you have proven, to my satisfaction, that you have the proper clearances and that they are valid.”
Silence, though, if anyone bothered to look his way, they would have seen the room’s one vulpine shaking. It took a few seconds for the others to process her statement and its meaning. One could hear the grinding of teeth coming from Bogo’s direction.
“Miss Hopps, I can assure you….” started the moose.
A hand paw shot up, forestalling any further words.
“Until I am convinced that you, all of you, do have clearances, and the proper ones, there is nothing further to say or discuss!”
Impasse.
“She’s…snicker…got you…giggle…and even me…chuckle…dead to rights on that!” the shaking Nick gasped out.
He gave the bunny a bright eyed look of admiration.
“I said I admired your security awareness. Good call, Fluff. Damn good, and proper, call!”
Yipping vulpine laughter fills the room for a long time.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
“Good grief! I get any closer to Bogo, or him to me, I’ll end up with a bad case of heat burn!” Nick thought as he looked at the fuming buffalo. “And he grinds his teeth any harder the tooth fairy is going to have to lug in twenty plus pounds of quarters to purchase the damage.”
The Chief looked up from the papers he had read through several times. They were copies of the 1950s National Secrets Act and Judy Hopps’s clearance paperwork and security record.
“Not helping, Wilde,” he said.
“Chief, own up. You know she’s right. By the regs, we have to prove to her that; one, we are who we say we are and, two, that any of us have the clearances to hear what she has to say,” Nick reiterated. “She doesn’t recognize any of us and since her last security chief, one Samuel H. Gordon, departed this mortal world eleven years ago, there’s no one around that she knows with the authority to tell her any differently.”
Bogo thought that over.
“You don’t think any amount of paperwork will convince her otherwise?” he asked.
“Doubtful. I mean, what would authentic security clearance and authorization paperwork look like these days? Add to that that she’s already figured out that, with our advances in imagery and printing, that virtually anything can be forged…”
“How do you know that she knows that?”
“She told me right after the debrief that didn’t happen.”
Nick thought something over for a few seconds, then…
“On top of that, I think she has suspicions that she might be the subject of some elaborate deception to convince her to talk,” he added. “All things considered, I don’t think I can really fault her on that account.”
Nick could almost hear the gearworks running in Bogo’s head.
“So, what do we do?”
“You’re asking me?” Nick said with raised eyebrows.
“Wilde, if there’s anyone who can convince, wheedle, trick her into telling us what she knows, it’s you! I’ve interviewed some of the mammals you’ve pulled out of bad situations and they all agree that you were the only one who could have done the job successfully. So, I’m assigning you the task of convincing Hopps to tell us what she knows.”
“My way?” Nick asked.
“As long as you get the results we need.”
“Alright, I’ve got a few things in mind that I think will get us there. I do need one thing from you involving this.”
“What is that?”
“I need her security clearance elevated to my level.”
Pause.
“You’re serious,” Bogo said at last.
“Very. Part of my idea involves her having access to stuff that only you, I, and a very few others are cleared for. After all, how’s she going to trust us if we don’t trust her?”
The chief thought on that for a few heartbeats.
“Very well, it’ll take about six weeks for this to clear…”
Nick gave him a look of exasperation.
“…but I can…no, wait.”
Bogo tapped his intercom.
“Miss Howlverson, is there anyone out there with you?” he asked.
“Yes sir.”
“Who are they?”
“Mr. Potter and Mr. Benson are here for the 2:00 PM appointment…”
Pause.
“…and the mail room carrier has just shown up.”
“Corral all of them and bring them into the office. Bring your recorder with you.”
Seconds later, the door opened and in trooped Miss Howlverson, a cheetah, a male otter, a deer stag, and a female elk.
“You are all here to act as witnesses to a verbal order I am about to give,” Bogo said. “Howlverson, you know the drill.”
The cheetah held up something she had in her right paw.
“This is a UHD audio/video recorder used for situations like this,” she explained to the three other mammals. “As I point it at you, I need you to state your full name, service number, and job position.”
One by one, the three did as instructed, then Howlverson turned the recorder to herself and she did the same. That done, she stepped back until she had Bogo, Nick, and the other three all in the field of view. She nodded to her boss.
“Mr. Nicholas Piberius Wilde has requested that the security clearance of one Judith Lavern Hopps be upgraded from its present level. I have made the decision to grant his request.”
He looked to his receptionist.
“Fill out all of the needed papers and I’ll sign them when they are ready.”
The cheetah fem nodded.
“However, due to the need to get things going as quickly as possible, I do not have the time to wait for the request to complete its way through the channels. So, as of…”
Bogo looked at the digital clock on his desk.
“…2:11 PM local time on the 8th of May, 2019, I elevate Miss Hopps’s clearance from 3 Beta to 5 Alpha.”
He looked to the witnesses.
“Do you understand and stand witness to all of this?” he asked.
Four mammals answered “Yes.”
“Very well, thank you for standing in. Mr. Potter and Mr. Benson, please wait outside. We’ll begin our meeting in a few more minutes.”
With that, the four filed out of the room and Howlverson closed the door behind her.
“You’ve got what you want, make it worth the effort,” Bogo said.
“I’m on it,” Nick said as he got up and headed for the door.
“And Wilde.”
“Yes?”
“Be aware that we have hypno-interrogation drugs available that make anything from her time look like distilled water.”
The fox nodded once, then left.
Chapter 2: Getting Up to Speed/Deal with It
Nick Wilde’s eyes scanned the road and surrounding countryside ahead. Outside of two parallel running lines of low mountains set to the left and right sides of the road, there wasn’t much to see in the arid 40 some mile-wide valley they drove through.
“Miles and miles of nothing but miles and miles,” he mentally repeated an old local saying.
In a way, it was soothing, hardly anything to jolt eye and the mind. He canted his eyes to the right to look at his passenger. Like himself, Judy was belted in with a six-point safety harness whose anchor points were bolted to a reinforcing plate that was, in turn, hard welded and bolted to a couple of chassis frame members. In matter of fact, the whole heavy duty SUV contained an insane amount of safety and collision impact dampening devices. On top of all of that, there were four, four, emergency beacons built in that would activate if and when a forceful enough impact was detected. The fox smiled as he recalled what Bogo said about it:
“I don’t like you, Wilde, not one damned bit! But I have to have you. And that means keeping you safe and in one piece in all the ways that I can. Losing you to a traffic accident is not in the cards!”
“Gives me a nice warm feeling that he cares so much,” Nick thought with a toothy smirk.
Another look to the right to see that the expression on his charge’s face was still the same; a faraway look that gave not one indication of what she was thinking. There is a saying, a directive, among problem solving experts that ‘says’ that when someone has one or more unpleasant tasks to do that they do it/them first and as soon as possible to get things over with.
“Dandy advice that I’ve taken most of the time….”
Another glance to Judy, her expression hadn’t changed one bit.
“…but when you have a number of full on body blows to deliver you have to space them out and prioritize when they hit.”
* * * * * * * * * * * *
“How?”
One word, but it asked so much.
“Honest answer is that we don’t know,” Nick, settled back in his oversized chair, said. “Speculation is that the cocoon you were in put you into some kind of biological stasis or suspended animation. I brought up a few pieces of that material with us and the lab types are going over them with everything they have.”
He let her digest that for a few seconds.
“Miss Hopps…”
” Judy, please,” she interrupted. “After what you’ve done for me it seems a little silly to be so formal.”
“Very well, Judy.”
He paused, marshalling his thoughts.
“Judy, while you were recovering, I boned up on the predictions made in the 1950s on what they thought this time period would be like. I have to say it made some pretty interesting reading. Item; cheap, fast, and safe interplanetary travel. We’re not there. We manage to put 14 mammals on the moon and they brought back some 1500 pounds of dust and rock samples for study. As yet, no moon bases of any type. We have a non-rotating space station that’s about 900 miles up that has an average of four mammals on it at any one time. We’ve sent robot probes, flybys and orbitals, to all of the planets in our solar system and landed, successfully, landed five probes on the planet Ares. Three are rovers that travel over the surface. Thirty years ago, we launched the first space telescope, it ‘sees’ in the visible light range, into orbit. Over those years, its observations have shaken up and confounded the astronomical sciences. Two years ago, they lobbed a second space telescope into an orbit of a million miles from Terra. This one ‘sees’ in the infrared light range, and like its predecessor, it is finding things that have our science mammals having to readjust their outlooks and theories about the Universe. And we’ve managed to recover and bring back some dust and other particles from three comets plus samples from two asteroids. So, while not living up to all of the 1958 predictions on space we haven’t done too badly.”
The rabbit doe listened attentively as Nick ran down her time’s prediction list. To be honest, even with her bright eyed outlook of the future, she had tempered it with the knowledge that past predictions of what her own time period would be like had been woefully off the mark. From time to time, she asked questions to clarify something
“Now, to other things. The world population has almost tripled since you got ‘wrapped up’. There are places, all too many, where life is pretty much to downright shaky. There seems to be more conflicts going on in the world today than in your time but I’m not so sure that the number has grown, more of a case that we so easily know of them these days. Our communications system is very good now and as a result it’s more and more difficult for governments and other groups to keep things secret.”
He pulled something out of a shirt pocket and held it up for Judy to see. It was rectangular in shape, with the corners rounded off, that measured some six inches by two and a half inches.
“This is referred to as a smart phone. With it, one can talk to anyone else in the world with a similar device and a connection to the communication net. And, by the way, no wires needed.”
He used it to take a few pictures of her (no film to develop!) and even a short movie (with sound!) and showed all of that to her. Then, showed her that he could access and play Hollywood movies and shows on it. He shifted to another ‘site’ and pulled up all kinds of scientific information. There were literally thousands of short movies, videos Nick called them, explaining anything from basic science to incredibly advanced theories, hypotheses, and speculations into things that she had never heard of in her time.
“And anyone can…access these?” she asked.
“That, and even participate if they wish. There are increasing numbers of small science projects that are being ‘crowd funded’. That means that the people doing the project have, usually, explained what they are working on and are asking mammals to contribute money towards that project. With access to so many people there is quite a bit of this going on.”
It was sundown when they called a stop. Judy’s mind was close to reeling with all the stuff she had learned.
“Get a good rest tonight, Fluff. I’ve stalled off the Chief about as long as I can and he insists on doing a debriefing of you. That is set for tomorrow,” Nick told her.
“Sigh, that’s to be expected,” she replied.
“A warning to you, Bogo, and some who work for him, have a bad habit of not knowing when to let up or quit. So be prepared to be pushed hard.”
“Will you be there?” Judy asked.
He heard the anxiety in her voice.
“Yes, if you want me to be.”
“I do want you, there.”
“Alright, I will be.”
“Nick, one more thing.”
“And that is?”
“Have you found any others?”
He knew whom she referred to.
“Nope. So far, you are the only one.”
* * * * * * * * * * *
“What are you doing here, Wilde!” growled Bogo.
“I am here at the request of the lady,” Nick said in a nonchalant voice tone.
“You can leave,” the cape buffalo said.
“I could, but I’m not going to,” said the fox, coolly.
Judy marveled at the interchange. Bogo out massed Nick several times over and likely out muscled him by at least a multiple of four. Still, her fox showed no sign of concern.
“He’s either crazy or there’s something super important about him that keeps that big bull in check,” she guessed.
The exchange decided something for her and she steeled herself for what she was sure would be a difficult time over the next several or so minutes.
“Miss Hopps, take the seat in front of the table,” Bogo directed.
As she did so, Nick hauled a chair out of a corner of the Spartan room, set it close to hers, turned the back of it towards the table, and then seated himself in it where his chin rested on the top of the chair back. The table was beveled at its ends which gave it the look of a boomerang, with her chair, several sizes too big for her, situated in front of the center of the curve. Sitting in three chairs on the other side, were, right to left, a tiger, a moose, and the biggest gray wolf she had ever seen.
“All of this designed to make me feel small, vulnerable, and intimidated,” she evaluated.
That was fine, it stiffened her resolve.
“Judith Lavern Hopps, this debriefing is in session,” declared the Moose, the biggest of the three.
“Now!” she thought.
“Gentle mammals, before we go any further, I will point out something that needs to be addressed here and now!” Judy stated.
Hesitation.
“And that is?”
“That I know none of you.”
She looked to where Bogo stood at one end of the table.
“Nor you.”
Then, she looked at Nick.
“And while I am grateful for your rescue of me, I do not really know who or what you are, either.”
Her eyes returned to the moose.
“None of you have shown me any security clearance paperwork and even if you did I would have no way to authenticate it.”
Nick fought down an urge.
“As such, due to the nature of my work, workplace, and in adherence to my security training and directives…”
Nick struggled.
“…I must, respectfully, decline to say anything unless and until you have proven, to my satisfaction, that you have the proper clearances and that they are valid.”
Silence, though, if anyone bothered to look his way, they would have seen the room’s one vulpine shaking. It took a few seconds for the others to process her statement and its meaning. One could hear the grinding of teeth coming from Bogo’s direction.
“Miss Hopps, I can assure you….” started the moose.
A hand paw shot up, forestalling any further words.
“Until I am convinced that you, all of you, do have clearances, and the proper ones, there is nothing further to say or discuss!”
Impasse.
“She’s…snicker…got you…giggle…and even me…chuckle…dead to rights on that!” the shaking Nick gasped out.
He gave the bunny a bright eyed look of admiration.
“I said I admired your security awareness. Good call, Fluff. Damn good, and proper, call!”
Yipping vulpine laughter fills the room for a long time.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
“Good grief! I get any closer to Bogo, or him to me, I’ll end up with a bad case of heat burn!” Nick thought as he looked at the fuming buffalo. “And he grinds his teeth any harder the tooth fairy is going to have to lug in twenty plus pounds of quarters to purchase the damage.”
The Chief looked up from the papers he had read through several times. They were copies of the 1950s National Secrets Act and Judy Hopps’s clearance paperwork and security record.
“Not helping, Wilde,” he said.
“Chief, own up. You know she’s right. By the regs, we have to prove to her that; one, we are who we say we are and, two, that any of us have the clearances to hear what she has to say,” Nick reiterated. “She doesn’t recognize any of us and since her last security chief, one Samuel H. Gordon, departed this mortal world eleven years ago, there’s no one around that she knows with the authority to tell her any differently.”
Bogo thought that over.
“You don’t think any amount of paperwork will convince her otherwise?” he asked.
“Doubtful. I mean, what would authentic security clearance and authorization paperwork look like these days? Add to that that she’s already figured out that, with our advances in imagery and printing, that virtually anything can be forged…”
“How do you know that she knows that?”
“She told me right after the debrief that didn’t happen.”
Nick thought something over for a few seconds, then…
“On top of that, I think she has suspicions that she might be the subject of some elaborate deception to convince her to talk,” he added. “All things considered, I don’t think I can really fault her on that account.”
Nick could almost hear the gearworks running in Bogo’s head.
“So, what do we do?”
“You’re asking me?” Nick said with raised eyebrows.
“Wilde, if there’s anyone who can convince, wheedle, trick her into telling us what she knows, it’s you! I’ve interviewed some of the mammals you’ve pulled out of bad situations and they all agree that you were the only one who could have done the job successfully. So, I’m assigning you the task of convincing Hopps to tell us what she knows.”
“My way?” Nick asked.
“As long as you get the results we need.”
“Alright, I’ve got a few things in mind that I think will get us there. I do need one thing from you involving this.”
“What is that?”
“I need her security clearance elevated to my level.”
Pause.
“You’re serious,” Bogo said at last.
“Very. Part of my idea involves her having access to stuff that only you, I, and a very few others are cleared for. After all, how’s she going to trust us if we don’t trust her?”
The chief thought on that for a few heartbeats.
“Very well, it’ll take about six weeks for this to clear…”
Nick gave him a look of exasperation.
“…but I can…no, wait.”
Bogo tapped his intercom.
“Miss Howlverson, is there anyone out there with you?” he asked.
“Yes sir.”
“Who are they?”
“Mr. Potter and Mr. Benson are here for the 2:00 PM appointment…”
Pause.
“…and the mail room carrier has just shown up.”
“Corral all of them and bring them into the office. Bring your recorder with you.”
Seconds later, the door opened and in trooped Miss Howlverson, a cheetah, a male otter, a deer stag, and a female elk.
“You are all here to act as witnesses to a verbal order I am about to give,” Bogo said. “Howlverson, you know the drill.”
The cheetah held up something she had in her right paw.
“This is a UHD audio/video recorder used for situations like this,” she explained to the three other mammals. “As I point it at you, I need you to state your full name, service number, and job position.”
One by one, the three did as instructed, then Howlverson turned the recorder to herself and she did the same. That done, she stepped back until she had Bogo, Nick, and the other three all in the field of view. She nodded to her boss.
“Mr. Nicholas Piberius Wilde has requested that the security clearance of one Judith Lavern Hopps be upgraded from its present level. I have made the decision to grant his request.”
He looked to his receptionist.
“Fill out all of the needed papers and I’ll sign them when they are ready.”
The cheetah fem nodded.
“However, due to the need to get things going as quickly as possible, I do not have the time to wait for the request to complete its way through the channels. So, as of…”
Bogo looked at the digital clock on his desk.
“…2:11 PM local time on the 8th of May, 2019, I elevate Miss Hopps’s clearance from 3 Beta to 5 Alpha.”
He looked to the witnesses.
“Do you understand and stand witness to all of this?” he asked.
Four mammals answered “Yes.”
“Very well, thank you for standing in. Mr. Potter and Mr. Benson, please wait outside. We’ll begin our meeting in a few more minutes.”
With that, the four filed out of the room and Howlverson closed the door behind her.
“You’ve got what you want, make it worth the effort,” Bogo said.
“I’m on it,” Nick said as he got up and headed for the door.
“And Wilde.”
“Yes?”
“Be aware that we have hypno-interrogation drugs available that make anything from her time look like distilled water.”
The fox nodded once, then left.
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The "complex watch" team is pretty small so the ones seen in the story, thus far, are the ones "in the know" of what is involve with her. And, in some ways, even that information on her is limited.
Currently, there are only two mammals, aside from Judy herself, on the team who have any real idea of what she and her team were working on. You care to guess who they are?
Currently, there are only two mammals, aside from Judy herself, on the team who have any real idea of what she and her team were working on. You care to guess who they are?
I really dislike Nick's massive rant about science fiction.
Is that really the most important thing to say to someone who has, for all intents and purposes, just come out of a coma? Should he not think that maybe Judy would be more interested in her family, her old friends and colleagues, anything like that?
And besides, what indication does Nick have that Judy even knows or cares anything about science fiction?
Is that really the most important thing to say to someone who has, for all intents and purposes, just come out of a coma? Should he not think that maybe Judy would be more interested in her family, her old friends and colleagues, anything like that?
And besides, what indication does Nick have that Judy even knows or cares anything about science fiction?
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