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She hurriedly collected herself and struggled to her uneasy feet, trying to quickly recover from the blow.
The bunny was just slammed through a window of the closed restaurant and onto the pavement. Thankfully, it was in the first story of an apartment building, and was relatively low to the ground.
She managed to catch her footing and grab the brief case, menuvering through the broken glass on the ground and darting to the right direction. It was late at night, so there were little to no pedestrians on the road, but it was also dark. Too dark, even with the minimal street lights.
She could hear one of the gang members call out, ordering her to stop, but she kept running. The sound of the three workers' heavy footsteps were getting closer.
She knew she could not outrun them for long. She had to think of an escape, fast.
She made it to a bridge on the road. Around fifteen feet below it was deep, black harbor water.
It seemed there were no other options. She hugged the case close to her and stepped onto the wall hesitantly.
The aggressors finally caught up and ran at her to try and take the case, but they were not fast enough. She held it closely under her arm and jumped off the bridge and into the cold, dark abyss of the harbor.
"Where the hell'd she go?!" A frog going by 'Happy' ran to the edge and peered down the bridge in alarm.
A man stepped forward to stand beside her, following her gaze in confusion.
"I-I don't know... but now the case is gone. What are we gonna' do?! This is just like-" A hippo going by Harrison ranted.
"This is bad, Mr. Hippo! If the boss finds out we screwed up this badly, we're dead!" Happy panicked.
"H-hey! Let's not panic just yet! If she drowned down there, then so did the suitcase! Nothing will get out, anyway!" An elephant going by Orville spoke up from behind them.
"Besides, the boss isn't unreasonable. I'm sure he'll understand..." He assured.
Mr. Hippo nodded in agreement. Everyone was paused at the sound of police sirens approaching.
"We need to get out of here, fast!" He gestured for them to flee the scene.
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"Our informants are right, she didn't just jump off a bridge if she didn't know how classified those documents were. She's up to something."
Freddy hummed. "Couldn't it have just been money? It was likely just a robbery."
Roxanne shook her head. "Freddy, she and her boss have been on our asses for years... I don't think she's in it for money, I think she's taking it to give to her boss. And that is very bad for us."
Freddy nodded. "So... we have to get it back from her, then. Before it gets to him."
She nodded. "The problem is, we don't know where she's taking it. It'll take her a while to bring it back to him, and she has connections everywhere. She could have taken that case anywhere."
"So we'll need to find a close informant and figure out where she went." Chica added.
"I have a good idea of who," Chica set down a rolled map of the city, unrolling it to show Freddy. She pointed to one area in particular.
"She frequently travels to that one club on the other side of town, the Golden Shell. She speaks to the owner a lot, so he might know something about her whereabouts."
Freddy hummed. "Well... seems easy enough. We go there, catch the owner, and ask him."
Roxanne shook her head with a sigh. "It isn't. None of us are familiar with that side of town, or the club itself. And that's on enemy territory, so any wrong move can put us in danger. We're outnumbered over there, hundreds to one."
She glanced back at him. "... Bonnie lived there for years, and he used to perform around there. He must know the area well, so he could possibly help with this."
Freddy shook his head immediately. "No, that... that won't work. Surely there is something else we can do?"
Chica scoffed. "Not much... you're just gonna' put us in more danger unless we have extra help."
He scowled. "You guys know the answer already... I've told all of you, we're not getting him involved in any of this." He warned.
Roxanne rolled her eyes. "Come on, Freddy. Don't be like this-"
Monty hit his arm. "Listen, Fred! Quit the bullshit! We need this." They stated bluntly.
Freddy went silent, knowing Monty was correct, but not wanting to accept it. He leaned over his elbows on his desk as he thought about it.
He sighed and turned to Chica. "... You can let him know... but all he's doing is helping you guys get in. Once that's done, you leave him out of this." He ordered.
"But Freddy, we don't know where he is. And Foxy has been unwilling to give us any information on him." She argued.
Monty scowled. "I'll talk to him. Let him know how important this is. Bonnie's like a little brother to him, he just wants to keep him safe."
Chica nodded and followed Monty and Roxanne out as they were dismissed. Freddy watched them go with a disappointed look.
He leaned back into his velvet seat with a long sigh, dreading what was to come. His gaze traveled to a framed picture on his desk.
He smiled sadly at it and lifted it up for a better look. It was an old portrait of Freddy and Bonnie with their son, Gregory. He promised himself he would keep them out of this life... but it seemed they always ended up involved somehow.
Freddy made sure the home was spotless, thanks to the workers and maids. It was a large property, a nine bedroom mansion on a cliff looking over the sea. Nowadays, it felt like less of a home to Freddy, and more of a center of operations. It is where he and the others would prepare and discuss plans.
Against his wishes, Freddy was a Godfather now. He ran an entire Mafia he was born into. It was originally run by his father, and he always hoped that one day, he could get out of it. But that wasn't possible. They made most of their money in the 20's, when alcohol was made illegal. They smuggled and dealed alcohol for a while, which gained them a lot of money. Now, they just benefited from public unrest.
They had connections with the mayor of the city, who had connections with other government officials. As long as they continued to make the city unsafe, they would make those corrupt goveners more money, and those governers would pay them well. They also made money from buying out casinos and taking their profits, drug trafficking, and by their many 'doners' who had debts to pay to them. It was a massive operation that Freddy was stuck in. That he also got his family roped into.
Having so much power meant he had a lot of enemies. This city had high crime and gang activity. Their only major threat was a massive mob that ruled the other side of the town. The group that the woman belonged to.
Freddy paused as one of his closest friends, Chica, called out to him.
"Freddy, are you coming??"
He sighed and quickly touched himself up by the nearest mirror. He hoped his nervousness would not show as he hurried to the front door where the others were.