. . Clarabelle's woke to her cellphone's alarm as usual, and only had to tap the snooze button twice this morning. She stretches and yawns as she leans out and takes her plush brown and white, fleece hooded onesie off its clothes hanger and hung the hanger back on its hook near the bed. Clarabelle stroked her hand over the extra thick brown and white plush fleece and smiled as she put it on and zipped up the front of it and put on the custom fit, bunny-morph shaped face mask that acts like part of her face moving when her facial expressions changed. Bending over next to the bed, raising her fluffy butt in the air as she slides the rabbit foot-paw-shaped slippers out from under the bed so she can slide on Her brown and white slippers, that matched and completed the outfit, as the slippers looked just like rabbit foot-paws, including the thick pink footpads on its sole. The thick footpads protecting her feet from the cold bare wood floor in her Apartment, an extremely welcome item at 5:12 am this cold Fall morning. She giggled softly, as she saw herself in the full-length mirror, with a fluffy bunny tail on her backside at the same height as her butt, giving her a bunny-morph shape, with its long bunny ears on it. One bunny ear was somewhat straight standing up, while the other bunny ear had a slight bend about where the white tip started that was about, a fourth of the way from the ear's tip that was attached on the close-fitting hood with its face mask looking extremely realistically similar to a Bunny-morph, as she paused for a moment and posed, and smiled. The whole outfit made her look like some kind of brown and white cute Bunny-morph. She was then off to the bathroom to follow her usual morning routine with a cold shower to wake herself up fully. After cleaning herself up, as usual, she slid her fursuit back on, so she could get used to looking like a bunny- morph as much as possible to prepare her for transitioning. She quickly headed for the kitchen slowly, drawn to it by the smell of fresh hot coffee in the coffee pot. She smiled and enjoyed how well the timer, kept working, by making the brown life-giving potion known to most, as coffee on time, every day while she showered. She opened the refrigerator and smiled even more, as she slid the covered cake keeper out and placed it on the kitchen counter. She thought out loud, " this will be, extra yummy this morning with my cup of Hazelnut coffee", while she cut off a nice thick slice of her homemade carrot cake, with its cream cheese icing. "They can keep all the doughnuts and cakes, as long as she could have her homemade carrot cake with cream cheese icing. Detective Bunnie giggled again after stating a simple fact. "This is definitely not a typical quick breakfast for a Chicago police detective, it is more like something an anthro Rabbit-morph or Bunny-morph might crave and enjoy. She quickly cleaned up her morning mess and headed back to the bedroom. Grabbing her usual uniform, consisting of thick black leggings and a black semi-utility kilt that was slightly less than regulation length, and when worn properly it was only 2-fingers above the top edge of her knees when she was standing up straight. Then her white three-quarter sleeved blouse and her black, modified utility, vest, with its bulletproof lining, and, the two concealed inside holsters for her two favorite firearms, a Smith & Wesson, revolver with its 8- shot .357 mag titanium cylinder concealed inside the right side, cross-draw, vest holster, and a suppressed Bruno FN 7.5mm semi-auto field pistol, concealed inside the left side cross-draw vest holster. She had altered the vest to look more like a regular vest, so it hid the vest's true functions. She quickly slid on her all-black, leather running shoes that looked somewhat formal which, hid that they were all-terrain running shoes. Over the years she found, that she could move, easier and faster in this outfit, than any other she had tried on, plus it looked slightly cute and sexy, which had allowed her to catch many a criminal or suspect completely off guard. This type of dedication to her job allowed her to advance quickly with her arrest and conviction rate being the highest in the precinct, allowing her to achieve the position and rank she was today. This was her second day as a Lieutenant, which caused some tension with the other detectives, that were now under her supervision, especially that lazy putz Roberts aka Bob. He looked for a shortcut in almost everything he did, which caused him to fail too many times both in life and at work. She shook her head and mumbled, "that Roberts had, just bungled another investigation, so she had no choice but to recommend him for desk duty for now, which hopefully would teach him to do his job and stop taking shortcuts, while he was investigating a criminal or suspect." Going through her verbal checklist as usual," Badge with ID in its regulation holder: check, extra magazines and Speed-Loaders for my firearms: check, kevlar motorcycle jacket and open face helmet, with wrap-around sunglasses with mirrored lenses: check, combat; knife and combat stick: check, two-way radio, and cellphone: check, keys and thin slightly weighted pigskin gloves: check." She quickly locked the door as she headed out and turned to the control panel, "That's almost everything but the alarm system," which she now turned on: "check ." That's everything covered. "Time to get to work." She loved the career she had chosen. Taking the stairs as usual she hustled outside to the secure garage and down, three flights of stairs. As usual, she checked out her bike's oil levels and a quick safety check before starting it, with a simple press of the button after turning the key. Letting the old Triumph Bonneville, that had been her Grandfather's, before her, slowly warm-up, before she, put it through its paces on her way to work. The motorcycle was not as tall as a normal Triumph Bonneville, especially for its model of bikes. It had a custom frame and suspension, allowing it to be lower, to fit her specific needs, and helped, improve its handling, as an added bonus. She needed the small change, due to her short height. Heck, she just barely met the minimum height requirements to be a police officer, but even with her shorter height, she had proved herself at the police academy and later on in the field. All this was a credit to her Grandfather's teachings and being her mentor. Thinking back while she rode into work she started reminiscing a little, to prepare for this morning's interview, she was going to give, as part of being promoted to Lieutenant. It was a little, newsworthy, especially since she was the youngest lieutenant and detective, the city of Chicago had seen during this precinct's history. ---------- The interview ------------ I met with the two reporters at my new office this morning, as planned, both were local media, with one from the local newspaper and the other from a local TV station. I sat relaxed in my office chair but not slouching. With my Detective shield showing fully with the other half of the ID. wallet tucked into my vest pocket. Both news reporters had the typical questions. They both looked at me and, almost in stereo they asked, "How was it when you first started down this path to become the Youngest Lieutenant and Detective in this Chicago precinct's history?" Lieutenant Bunnie smiles and softly snickers, "was it my goal at any time, to be the youngest Lieutenant and Detective in the precinct's history no it wasn't." She gets a serious look of determination and then smiles softening the look slightly, " It is a passion of mine to make sure that those that would harm others be stopped, using the laws that exist and common courtesy towards others, without any prejudice, concerning race, species, gender, sexual orientation, or nature of origin. Btw I keep on saying fluffy butt, because it helps suppress others from the bunny puns and jokes, plus over the years, I have both grown accustomed to them and enjoy them. Even my partners have enjoyed the lighthearted way I allow and enjoy it. Here's an example, " Officer Bunnie(Bunny) could you get your fluffy butt over here please? ", of course when things go haywire or crazy when I am around it's "the situation is going down the rabbit hole again, my reply is usually, "hey! I resemble that remark, then giggle or laugh light-heartedly about it. I even have a sign over my apartment door that says," Down The Rabbit Hole," with arrows pointing down towards the door. There were four cases that stood out while Working at my Grandfather's old precinct. Clarabelle Bunnie's brow furrowed slightly, "I remember how they kept harassing me, at the Police Academy trying to get me to quit, daily, especially with my last name of Bunnie, just like they did my Grandfather when he went through the Academy. I heard all the puns and jokes, they tried to use throughout my whole young life, so those were useless as attacks. But There was only one word that got me upset, and that, was calling me cute, which I may be cute, but at that time it made me feel like I was looked upon as a weakling at that time when it was used." Ledford and I both enjoyed our work, even when dealing with the darker side of humanity, for we pushed harder together to stop them before they did it again. With Ledford he had a new edge mentally and physically, using the wolf-like traits of better sight, hearing, and smell, put us above normal, in most cases. There were a few comical antics, at times comparing us and a well-liked animated movie, that both children and adults dearly loved at the time. Especially since I almost became a Bunny-morph. The animated movie had two main characters, that were both police officers, and partners, with one being a rather short cute female anthro-bunny and the other being a male anthro-fox who was almost a third taller than her which had some resemblance to us. When they started referring to us mimicking the movie, I would usually comment, with "Hey We resemble that remark" then laugh softly or giggle, and blush. Which usually got a chuckle out of the other officers and detectives. Clarabelle Bunnie, smiled sweetly, "Nowadays if I am called cute the only reaction you might get, would be me blushing and smiling" "I wanted to be like my Grandfather, who raised me with Grandma's help. I kept the family name, as my mother never married, and she passed away a couple of years, soon after I was born. So her parents stepped in and helped raise me. At that time my Grandfather was the Chief of detectives at the same precinct where I am now, and even occupied that same office, across the hall." Clarabelle Bunnie gets a focused look for a moment, "He trained me in every subject he could, think of, as I was growing up and taught me how to defend myself, plus he pulled strings so I could train at the same Dojo as some of the other officers." She takes on a solid focused, and fierce look on her face, "So many other officers learned quickly, that I may be short, but I am tough and quick like a bunny, to defend or attack, as needed, which they found out the hard way. " " My first assignment was walking a beat, in the older and rougher part of the city, where I proved both my value and tenacity, to those in the area and my fellow officers." "There had been a series of robberies in the area before getting assigned there. Which stopped for a while, when my partner Ledford and I started patrolling the area, then the robberies started again about 3 months later. I kept changing up the route's direction so that my partner another rookie cop called Ledford and I were walking various paths together, so there was no pattern to follow, by anyone planning to cause trouble. Then it happened just as we rounded the corner of our beat. We spotted them going into an older market with weapons drawn and with masked faces, like a typical bandit using bandanas. I knew the back door to this market was welded shut, from talking to the owners earlier that week, so we only had the front door to watch. We positioned ourselves outside the front right side of the little market, with my large anthro wolf-morph partner, just out of sight, of the storefront with a parked car as a partial barrier, shielding him from being, spotted by the gang that was inside the market, and with me slightly around the corner of building with my fluffy butt hidden partially by the front right corner of the market in the alley, since I was the smaller target and easier to hide, than his large 7-foot Anthro wolf form, so I could cover them from my vantage point, so they couldn't retreat into the store, hopefully stopping a possible hostage situation from happening if we could. So far this gang of thugs hadn't done anything more than break up items of little value in any of the stores, and only taking expensive items or cash for protection money." "Yeah right protection from themselves that is." "We couldn't go in and start the confrontation without risking the owners, so we waited and watched till they were all out front of the store on the sidewalk, which, thankfully, didn't take long at all for them to come back outside, in front of the market." With our weapons drawn we told them to lay down their weapons and kneel on the ground with their legs crossed and hands behind their heads with fingers laced. I kept my weapon drawn, as I had them knee walk and scoot over so they were in a line on the sidewalk facing the street, giving my partner, a clear shot at the front of them. They did comply at first, till I went in close to cuff them, after reading, them their rights. All five of them figured to jump one of us since it was 5 to 2, but Ledford was a crack shot, and he carried a multi-shot bean-bag gun across his back in a scabbard while we walked the beat. which was now steadily aimed at each gang member as I was cuffing them. We were saving the use of lethal force as a last resort. The biggest one of the group knew what the normal bean-bag gun was from the slight look of fear on his face, but this was a custom dual-purpose version my Grandfather used that had a 5.56 barrel along the bottom lined up with the sights, it was both a semi-auto, non-lethal and a semi-auto lethal weapon totally under the officer's control. The big guy tried to fight back when I tried cuffing him, forcing me to use a wrist lock and armbar almost breaking the arm and dislocating the shoulder before he finally submitted, letting me know all the years of martial arts and combat training was worth it. My quick action caused the next three of the other gang members to go along easily with being handcuffed with zero resistance. When I was cuffing the next to the last gang member, the last gang member thought he found an opening and tried to lunge at me. He caught a beanbag round to the midsection, thanks to my partner Ledford and collapsed on the sidewalk, for his trouble. I cuffed and shackled him with the zip ties we carry and then Shackled the others the same way at their ankles, leaving no chance of further problems from any of them, till their transportation showed up to transport them to booking. When the Sargent and detectives showed up to take over the investigation, the Sargent started immediately chewing my fluffy butt out, for use of an unauthorized weapon, till I showed him my authorization from the current chief of police, for my partner Ledford to use the large weapon, that my Grandfather was both famous and infamous for using. when I and my partner got ready, to head back to the precinct to fill out our reports we had to surrender our weapons since there was a shooting even if it was a non-lethal weapon that was fired. I met Ledford before he, became a Wolf-morph when I went to the medical center for testing to make sure my MS was still in remission. We talked about his Lupus and my MS over lunch and then dinner a few times. Over time becoming closer and closer friends as we shared our hopes and fears. I offered him support as he was preparing to transition into a Wolf-morph and discovered both of us were scheduled to go through the police Academy at the same time. We talked about what a combination we would be as a human named Bunnie and wolf-morph and even with me being a bunny-morph and wolf-morph partners. If I ever had to transition, if my MS was no longer in remission, he would be there for me too. We decided right then and there to make a pact, to be there for each other as life sent us headfirst down the rabbit hole. I was there for him through all the pain and anguish he went through. I was allowed to watch the transformation and be there when he was removed from the tank. They revived him, bringing him out of his induced coma, with me holding and petting his paw. He gave me a big wet slurping lick across my face and nuzzled me softly, as he smiled and hugged me tightly, then looked me in the eyes, "Thank you, my sweet Bunnie. ------photo------ I couldn't talk while I was out, but I heard you with my family and, the support you gave them helped me while I was in the tank. I owe you my peace of mind, dearest Bunnie. You kept your word as I will keep mine." We were partners long before we arrived at the Police Academy, and even better as partners on the streets after we graduated from the Police Academy. Lieutenant Bunnie gets a faraway look in her eyes and tears to flow down her cheeks as she tells what happened to her friend and partner. Ledford was my friend and partner, from early on, in my career, that was sadly killed by a drunk driver while on vacation with his family in the car, killing all of them when their car was knocked off a bridge in the middle of the night while they were driving back to Chicago. The car wasn't discovered for weeks. Thankfully the driver turned himself in and confessed what he had done and was remorseful. He was sentenced to life in prison with no possibility of parole instead of lethal injection because he voluntarily turned himself in. I do miss Ledford but I cannot change the past, so I must move forward. Both Ledford and I discussed that subject many times, as police face death every moment of every day, even when not at work because of the repeated threat of those we put in prison wanting vengeance, or their friends and family wanting vengeance for those you have sadly had to shoot and died or were crippled. As police officers, we accept that risk with the job. I was assigned to go undercover and work with a mainframe computer manufacturing company to help discover how their products, a tiny cluster of integrated circuits, that they manufactured for their line of main-frame computers was disappearing. The computer chips were somehow being smuggled out of the plant at an alarming rate. Since I had some electronics background and due to my size and gender, I would be the most likely person, to not be suspected of being law enforcement. Since the tiny integrated circuits were also a guarded United States secret and illegal to export the FBI was called in too. My unassuming undercover job was being a chip stuffer who installed these disappearing chips, as well, as other chips onto computer motherboards. I would be close to the main source of the chip supply in the plant, so I could keep a close eye on the chip supply. Day after day for a week things were rather tense, in many ways, especially with everything I heard and said being recorded. On the eighth day, employees started to relax and say almost anything, as I was being accepted, as just another drone like them. I started catching little hints and phrases from one employee in particular who complained about money problems and then openly stated, that he had figured out how to make the company pay him in an inventive way, without them knowing about it. That went on for three more days till I caught him in the computer chip supply room, helping himself to the tiny computer chips, which I knew he wasn't authorized to do or should have access to in any of those integrated circuits. I ignored him and just watched him with my google glass, with my body turned slightly I kept watching and recording him with the lapel video camera while I weighed and counted out my own computer chips for my assigned task. He was sticking the chips to anti-static thin packing foam and then rolling it up like a roll of paper towels around a small piece of semi-hard anti-static foam, approximately 4 in long by. .5 inch square, rolling it till it was almost 3 inches in diameter and taping it so it couldn't become unrolled. I stated," that's an interesting way to transport chips" his reply sent a chill up my spine," if you know what's good for you you'll forget seeing me or the chips, and If I find out differently and you rat me out, you will beg me for death before I'm done with you." My earpiece was going nuts with orders, from the vans monitoring my progress, but I kept a calm cool head not reacting openly to what the FBI or my Senior detective, said through the earpiece, and just nodded and meekly said, "Yes Sir whatever you say, Sir" then swallowing hard I squeaked, " I need to go.", So it looked like he had scared me. He then ordered me to remember what he said and repeated it, in an even more threatening manner," if you know what's good for you, girly you'll forget seeing me or these chips, and If I find out differently and you rat me out, you will beg me for death before I'm done with your stupid ass after I have my way with you." I went back to my station and then shortly went to the bathroom, to see if he was around the area. I could hear someone that sounded like him through the ventilation system that connected both bathrooms. I hoped my hunch was right, as I waited just out of sight in the recessed doorway of the women's bathroom and straightened my clothing like I just used the restroom, as he went by. I quickly scanned over him, gotcha you thief, there it was in his hand a vacuum thermos bottle. Who the heck takes a coffee thermos bottle to the bathroom when it's neither lunch nor break time. I went directly back to my workstation and sat down and started stuffing chips into motherboards again. The next thing I caught was movement out of the corner of my eye when I saw he was him lurking in the shadows of the doorway watching me suspiciously. Oh my, that turd followed me. That cinched it, I did catch him with the way he was smuggling them out. I just needed to catch him leaving the facility with them, so the whole case would be a lock. I went back to the women's bathroom and used the throat mike hooked to my cellphone to quietly let them know how he was doing it. "With the size of the roll of chips he had, there had to be a false bottom on the coffee thermos he was carrying" They signaled back with affirmative. I headed back to the break area, but stopped for a moment just outside the bathroom door to check my clothes, going through the motions of looking like I had been using the facilities, again too, just in case I was being watched by his partner in crime if he had one. It was eventually nearing quitting time and I had a knot in my stomach that usually happened, to me on stakeouts. I kept way back chatting with the other girls and staying away from him so he didn't get spooked. Finally there he was at the security, exit checkpoint with his lunch pail handing it to security, and walking through the metal detecting doorway. Following procedures security examined the lunch box inside and opened the top of the thermos bottle, and as usual and peeked inside then resealed the lid and handed it back to him. Clutching the lunch pail tightly to his side he continued down the ramp to the parking lot. The FBI and the rest of our investigation units were in vans on each side of his car, waiting like cats ready to pounce him. The moment he opened the door to his car and placed the lunch pail on the passenger seat, they poured out together overpowering him and cuffing him. About that time I showed up, he was starting to freak out, when he saw me and started calling me every foul name he could think of. I then flashed my badge, and Identified myself as detective Bunnie of the Chicago PD, and read him his rights. He started to lawyer up during the reading of the charges by the FBI, including charges of treason and espionage. He immediately fainted when he heard those charges, and dropped to the floor like a lead brick. A full video of him carrying the lunch pail along with my lapel camera video showing him taking them made the case a solid lock. With Video cameras rolling the bottom of the large thermos was opened there in the car revealing, a false compartment with the entire bottom inside of the thermos full with a well-packed, roll of computer chips matching the ones I saw. which we knew had his fingerprints all over them, especially on the double-sided tape he used to attach them to the anti-static foam. It didn't even have to go to trial, as he accepted a plea-bargain, giving up everyone he knew that handled his stolen chips, this kept him from being charged with treason, and since our country was involved in another war, making it a strong possibility he could face a firing squad. So he is not so happily serving a life sentence, doing hard time in federal prison. As I think back and reminisce on all the cases that I ended up on there is one that still causes sadness and tears. ****3 rd case missing and trapped children*** I was on a mandatory leave of absence, after not taking my 30 days vacation for 3 years. I was staying at a cabin in the high desert in Oregon that a friend and I co-owned. With an extra workshop under the main house that I used when I wasn't upstairs enjoying my long-time friend's company. After quite a few trials I had a build-up of admin leave and stayed out at my friend's cabin in the high desert in Oregon, th was centered on a 16-acre ranch 13.5 miles away from any city. Neighbors pulled together when tragedy strikes and support each other. A somewhat new neighbor, that just moved in three months before the incident that mobilized a whole community. She was a single mom with twin boys both 8 years old and extremely curious about what was outside of their new home. According to the police report. The children had taken their mom's keys off the hook with a grabber like one would use to pick up small items off the floor without bending down or bending over. They used the mom's keys to unlock the keyed deadbolt lock on the front door and go out exploring. They just started walking and left the main housing area far behind. Walking out into the lightly forested and scrub brush-covered hillsides. They finally ended up on a local recluse's property that covered 147 acres. Passing junk cars, old storage lockers, old freezers, refrigerators, and old mining equipment. Alfred R. Grey had multiple properties. That was all poorly maintained and was currently sitting in the county jail for non-payment of fines for illegal dumping on his own properties. Some time under two hours after the boys had left their house, mom called the police, asking for help in finding the two wayward children. By this time it was 5 hours after the estimated time of their departure from their home. By this time it was getting dark and cold with temperatures forecast to drop below 40 degrees Fahrenheit, at night. Almost every law enforcement and rescue team were mobilized, to help find them before it was too late, and the low temperature at night increased the chances of not finding them alive. I had just arrived at the property after driving from Chicago when night had fallen. And local law enforcement tried restricting my entrance into the area until I showed them my badge and, then was immediately asked strongly if I would help with the search. I was tired after the long drive but pushed myself for the children's sake if nothing else an extra pair of eyes, might make a difference. I grabbed my off-duty gear, with 2 of my 5 cell flashlights and 2 fully charged battery packs, and my tan kilt so It was visible to others. 10 minutes after pulling into the driveway I was walking through an area that should be condemned with all the hazards and improperly disposed materials and chemicals. By this time it was, 1 am and nearing a dangerous time when the children could become victims of the low temperature. I had just started walking down my area making my 6-th pass of the area zig-zagging back and forth across the section I was given. When I started to walk through a freezer and refrigerator scrapyard of some extremely old models, many with locking doors that were still mounted on the refrigerator or freezer. I radioed into the base and requested assistance with checking out every one of them for the missing, children. I had twenty-three search personnel there within minutes assisting me. A new hazardous situation had taken priority, as the children could be suffocating in any of those abandoned freezers or refrigerators, which not one searcher had investigated yet in all the hours they had been searching for the two children and turning up empty. 17 minutes later after the focal point of searching the refrigerators and freezers the children were found, in each other's arms by a local county sheriff. Sadly the one boy with asthma suffocated sparing the other, from a similar fate. I was glad they were found but was saddened by the loss of the one young life. The senseless Death of anyone diminishes all of us. Searchers had passed that massive collection of refrigerators and freezers continuously and not one searcher even entertained the thought. I knew better from experience in Chicago, from finding children trapped inside the same style of locking refrigerators or freezers, thankfully all the ones the Chicago PD found were still alive. When I finally arrived back at my friend's and mine house we co-owned, I was completely drained and just took off my shoes, kilt, and jacket, and took a nice hot shower, then put on my reddish-brown and cream-colored hooded bunny fursuit and curled up on the couch to try and sleep. I had barely drifted off when I heard pounding on the front door, that sounded like a "cop knock" and checked the security camera it was 4 officers and a news crew. I shook my head and sighed. I should have closed and armed the outer perimeter gate that way nobody would be able to bother me tonight," Clarabelle sighs loudly, "here we go down the rabbit hole again." Rather than changing I answered the front door and immediately had a news camera almost shoved in my face. The news crew was taken off guard by what I was wearing and finally asked why the fursuit? Let me clear up a few things before someone gets the wrong idea. I have been diagnosed with MS and it is no longer in remission so I am going to transition like a large number of my family have. The best choice for me is to become a bunny-morph according to medical tests. It is strongly recommended that anyone needing to transition, is to wear a fursuit that represents the final morph body shape that you will have after transitioning. I have already gone through all other options and this is my last and only hope of not dying a long tortured existence suffering through the pain and suffering of MS. Detective bunnie comes straight to the point Why in the Gods names, are all of you here at my door at such an unforgivable hour at night? Couldn't whatever your need, wait till a civil time of the day to interrogate me? Miss Bunnie, was it you that directed the search teams to concentrate on the junk refrigerators and freezers? She sighs and gathers her thoughts. Did I get on the radio and request that teams focus on the spot and the appliances in that area that a child could climb into? Yes, Yes I did. Why did you make that request? I made that request based on my experience, as a law enforcement officer. If you want to see the facts about that subject? Call Chicago PD or check out respectable news archives for the last 9 years in Chicago. I have had a similar case twice since I joined the Chicago PD. My grandfather had it happen 4 times while he was a detective for the Chicago PD. Do you have any more questions? Where were you this morning when the boys disappeared from their home? I was finishing my shift on duty in Chicago which can be supported by body cams, and fixed cameras located in Chicago, IL. This whole thing just plunged at extreme speed down the rabbit hole with that question. Any further questions should be directed to the police department's law firm and my supervisor the chief of detectives 2nd precinct Chicago, IL. Detective Bunnie we would like to come in and talk if possible? You may come in, but the media must leave the property or face charges of criminal trespass. You have 2 minutes to leave the property. Btw there are anti-drone measures on this property and that warning is posted in 5 languages, along all sides of the property. Media will leave now, or else! You do not want to find out what the else is or means! I turn to the officers, Where are your vehicles at? They are outside the property. Good emp measures won't reach out there but here on this property, their electronics is toast. I hope they listened when I said 2 minutes. I did nothing it is the aggressive defense system my friend has here. Can he do that? Yes, he can he works on classified military projects, so they protect that information. Pardon me Officers but, this fluff butt bunny is tired so, I am sitting down. I pull out a chair and turn it away from them and sit backward on the chair. The oldest officer looks at me and gets up the courage to as me a question. Why did you join the search lieutenant? Because it is what I do. The public is rarely trained to do what we do and won't have the hours and years of experience. An extra set of experienced eyes can make a difference. Do you have any coffee here? I do and wouldn't mind a cup myself. Please follow me to the dining room table please, and have a seat while I fix the coffee. Do you have any further questions? Yes, what is a Chicago PD detective doing taking a vacation in the Oregon high desert region? I have friends here. I needed to get far enough away from Chicago so they or I would not be able to be easily be called in. That was an order from my Captain the chief of Detectives 2nd precinct. I have not taken a vacation in 4 years. I am an extremely, dedicated police officer. The last time I worked, for swat as a sniper instead of working my usual job. When I was supposedly on vacation. All of sudden the situation went down the rabbit hole again. We have a proposition for you. It's down in port Orford, Oregon. What is the case? It is a chop shop stolen car ring. Why not get one of your own to handle it. Because all of our officers are known and they bug out and move their operation again and again. I will take the case on one condition. Wait a minute, are we going to let this city cop dictate to us and set conditions? I bet my pension this little girl couldn't last 1 minute in a fight or brawl. I looked at him sizing up this big 7-foot tall Sheriff for a moment. That's a mistake you will regret Sheriff. Shall we step outside then to the back building? We walk out back and I unlock the door after turning off the alarm and shutting down internal security measures. After you gentleman. He looks at me and grins wickedly, Women and children first cute Bunny. I roll my eyes and enter first and wait till they are all inside before locking the door and turning on the main lights. I hear a loud gasp from these men as they realize they are inside my training room with inside shooting range, Dojo, and exercise room. I wave my arm and point towards the Mat part of the Dojo, shall we Sir after you since you challenged me, and set the wager.The protective equipment is hanging on the wall for you. I strongly suggest you use it. I won't need it since you won't be able to lay a paw on me cutie. this whole thing is being recorded with video and audio including my body cams. I need to warn you I am a 3rd-degree black belt and a mixed martial arts master. Your cute little butt doesn't stand a chance, little girl.I sigh and walk over and put on my black martial arts uniform and hand him one his size that was Ledfords old white workout uniform he wore when we sparred. the dressing room and bathroom are over there in the corner. The other two Law enforcement officers finally recover from the shock of what they are seeing. Robert this doesn't seem like a wise path to choose. Are you sure you want to do this and bet your pension too? Never so sure in my life. This little soon-to-be cute Bunny is going to get her fluffy little butt handed to her on a platter by me. I look at him and shake my head. Back out now before it is too late. No way in hell is some soon-to-be fluff ball vermin going to kick this human's butt let alone cause me any serious harm. gentlemen you need to act as referees. It's your challenge big boy let's see what you've got. He comes at me like a wild wrestler from one of the TV wrestling matches, charging like a crazy bull. I sidestep and catch a solid double punch under his left arm as I sweep his leg causing him to crash hard onto the mat without the use of his left arm. I step back and wait patiently for his next move, and taunt him. Come on little boy is that best you can do little boy. He growls at me and gets ready to charge again. Hold still you future misfit vermin, so I can end your suffering little girl. You have been warned, if we continue you won't like the outcome of this match little boy. He charges again even before his left arm recovers from my last attack. This time I attack rather than disable him. I kick backwards at his body and solidly kick with intent to break his knee, sending him falling and stumbling backwards landing on his back. Quickly semi-straddling in the air with my feet coming down on hard on the outer edge of his rib cage, breaking his ribs with both feet then neck head, and groin strikes. What my Kenpo instructor called the dance of death striking hard leaving him unable to move or continue. with his right hand, I see him reach into his pocket and start to pull out a revolver and weakly try to aim it at me. I rush forward to the other side of the dojo and grab a set of throwing knives off the wall and throw three of the six knives impaling his hand between the thumb and index finger causing the gun to drop then through the forearm a few seconds later causing him to scream with pain than through the other forearm through the mat and into the thick wooden flooring beneath it. Suddenly he had an outburst claiming no stupid city cop can stop his well-organized chop-shop operation, especially some stupid little girl. I stand there shaking my head, I knew you had to have a mole in your police department, considering how much information they had. When he quietly took my picture earlier and sent it out on the web made him my number one suspect. If you doubt me check his cellphone. The captain thumbed through the cellphone and found not only the picture of me but information on others involved in the chop shop ring. including the mechanics from both police departments and state troopers. Gentlemen if you would be so kind to get this pile of garbage out of my dojo and under arrest. If you don't I will and let the state's district attorney deal with the paperwork and fallout. by the way gentleman, all video and audio are up in the cloud waiting to be sent to all law enforcement agencies in Oregon, Washington, California, and Idaho, as well as the FBI, the Governor of those states, and Washington DC. so you need to follow through or he won't be the only one in the hot seat. Are you threatening us? No Sir just doing my job as a law enforcement officer and detective. How did you know how to fight like that? My Grandfather was a mixed martial arts master and my mentor. remember you gentleman came to me. The first move you made was to use the media to cast a dark shadow across my life. You don't have my sympathy at all Clean up your own house before it crumbles down on your head. We could stop your broadcast from the cloud and take you down. I see both reaching for their guns and implale their hands disabling them from holding their firearms in their dominant hand Gentleman the next move is yours. I would rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6. my next moves could be lethal to you both. what are you going to do future vermin with only one knife? I open my top and reveal my Bruno 7.5 field pistol and wrap my hand around the grip and pull it out slowly. You gentlemen and I use the term loosely. need to sit on the floor back to back with your legs crossed and your hands behind your neck and fingers laced. I summon one of the drones verbally. If they move stun them. I pull out a pouch of zip ties and bind their hands and ankles and then bind them together. I then bind the other confessed self-proclaimed ring leader. and put the drone in guard mode. the police should be here shortly along with representatives for every agency represented in the four bordering states plus the FBI. I don't threaten and this has been a live feed going to all agencies. You three triggered me instantly when you arrived at my door. That news agency you brought has also received this broadcast and access to the archived footage from the moment you crossed onto my property. The signs read all privacy rights end the moment you cross that property line it's in 6 different languages too. you were notified in writing. I read them their rights and sat back and waited for the real law enforcement to arrive. I made a quick cup of hazelnut coffee and kept my eye on the monitor so I could unlock the main gate remotely, from the dojo's security center, when they started arriving. The first to arrive were the local law enforcement, police, sheriff, and state troopers, followed by an ambulance, which I let in after they showed their identification. Surprisingly the local FBI unit from their field office arrived next. The local news media were the last to arrive and were reluctant to enter till I assured them no EMP devices were enabled. my suspicions towards them were proven correct that all three of these fake cops were ex-police officers that had joined a criminal underground and were wanted by the FBI on multiple counts of robbery, fraud, and grand theft auto, including impersonation of police and law enforcement. Their vehicles had multiple Identification documents including fake vehicle registrations to match their fake identities. I had flash drives for all agencies and copies from my front and rear-facing body cams for them too. Well detective Bunnie you have been busy today, haven't you? Not really this was just my typical day exposing criminals to the light of day. Detective do you have a name you typically go by? Yes, I do it is either Clarabelle or Bunnie officially, or Bunny to friends and neighbors. Weren't you concerned about them overpowering you or using one of those firearms against you, as they are all loaded weapons? They couldn't pull it together as a team and none of those weapons have firing pins in them. they are all bait to catch a possible criminal off guard and set them up to be overconfident of their ability to cause me harm. the only weapons that really worked were my own hidden firearms and I have hidden-edged weapons, that only I knew the location of. After those throwing knives are used. After their trials, I would appreciate them being returned, as they are Japanese steel and not cheap Chinese knock-offs. Bunnie, What tipped you off that they were not real law enforcement? They had too much knowledge about me that the police aren't known to have, and some that was just plain wrong. The biggest mistake they made was not knowing I am a registered MMA fighter. They also had such out-of-control hate for Morphs, especially Bunny-morphs which are in Law enforcement on my dad's side of the family. My last count was 19 of them being in law enforcement, with 12 of them assigned to different precincts in Oregon. I bet my Uncle could help with these idiots since last I heard, he was assigned to a precinct in Portland, Oregon. I have hope that some of them will be convicted in Chicago since they were attacking a known Chicago police detective so they could possibly be given the death penalty or life in prison with no hope of being paroled and spending the rest of their life behind bars in state prison. The other charges could be tried here since that is where they committed their crimes against people who are residents of Oregon. I just hope they get what they deserve and it teaches others not to attack people so violently. I looked at the video on the way over to your house from my last location and was surprised to discover how good you are as a fighter and police officer. What do you mean by that? You tried to discourage him from continuing the fight at first. When you determined he intended to do great bodily harm, you tried to do things to disable him not kill him even though you could have ended his life, you chose not to. Even when he pulled a gun you didn't use lethal force. Instead, you disabled him and his cohorts in crime. Then restrained all three of them and waited for local law enforcement to handle the situation. Here is your pistol and magazine back detective Bunnie. I haven't seen a pistol like that before. how powerful is it? It is a little more powerful than a 44 magnum revolver and its penetration is similar to a rifle cartridge. unless a bulletproof vest is rated to stop rifle cartridges you are still unprotected if your opponent is using this firearm. it also can be quickly converted by just changing the barrel and firing 10mm rounds that a Glock would normally use. If you will excuse me for a moment I will be back in three minutes. I will wait here for your speedy return. You walk over and go into the changing room and return to finish the conversation with the local detective and return wearing my reddish-brown and cream bunny fursuit including the mask that's facial expressions change when the wearer's changes beneath it. The detective tries to suppress a smile but fails completely when he chuckles. Detective, if I may be so bold why are you so happy suddenly? I just pictured you as a Bunny-morph taking these three down, as you did. That would make a funny home video, wouldn't it? That is till the body piercings started with the throwing knives. I don't need to put any officers here to protect you, do I? Bunnie giggles softly. Not really to protect me but they could possibly protect the trespassers from my Wrath. here is my card, if you need me just call me or call dispatch. This officially ends the Chop-shop's operation, since they gave us all the information we needed after I threatened to not arrest them and leave them here in your capable hand-paws. I did ask them why the sudden change of attitude? Detective, their reply was slightly surprising. Detective Anderson chuckles, You can't leave us here with her, she's a demon that fights like a bloodthirsty creature found in nightmares. Detective Anderson looks into my eyes trying to determine if I am a risk to others or himself. "What was the name of that move you performed that broke his ribs?" Bunnie smiles slightly, "The full version is a blackbelt move called, "Dance of death." "If it's not altered by the martial artist, the outcome is always lethal within 7 minutes after you start the move." That's what I like about Kenpo it is an extremely fluid form of martial arts allowing and encouraging the martial artist to change the path of the form, as needed depending on the attacker's choices. Detective Anderson smiles slightly. "If I may be so bold, I need to ask why the cute brown and white bunny fursuit?" I have MS and it's no longer in remission. So I am transitioning to become a Bunny-morph, as that has the highest possibility of elimination of MS from my body and saving me from a slow painful death. I am not sure you will get the respect that an officer of the law should have to look like you do right now unless they have seen the video from tonight. funny you should mention that part. By the time this trial starts, I will be a Bunny-morph. I paid for a few enhancements that are totally legal, that will give me an extra edge when and if I end up arresting a morph no matter which species they are. Detective Anderson stands there with What enhancements are you talking about. improved vision, improved stamina, improved speed, improved skeleton structure, and improved strength. I will already have improved hearing and improved sense of smell. Those are some major enhancements how are you paying for them? My Grandparents knew this day might come so they had an account set up to cover the cost plus the deductible. My insurance at work covers the normal cost of transitioning including any follow-ups appointments. I am going to be even better physically than I am now. Your a formidable opponent now aren't you? I hope I am, so I can do my job, and protect others from criminals like these. I will come down to the precinct tomorrow morning to help with whatever details that are needed including being grilled by the district attorney if needed. Bunnie starts walking out the door of the dojo when a young rookie pulls out his taser and aims it at Bunnie, as he didn't recognize her. She drops to the ground and kicks upward to deflect the weapon then grabs his arm and pulls forward as she uses both feet and legs to flip him over her and put him in an armbar and disarms him of all weapons. Detective, could you please take care of this rookie cop. I am tired and sore from searching and locating those children today, on top of this foolishness with these idiot criminals tonight. I hand Detective Anderson all of the rookie's weapons and walk slowly back to the main house. listening to the Rookie getting his butt chewed out and quietly giggling to myself. As I enter the house I hear someone coming up behind me and take a defensive stance then relax slightly when I see it's Detective Anderson again. How can I help you, Detective Anderson? I would like to apologize, for, the local police department, and for that Rookie's actions. Anderson, that's ok, I can remember a few mistakes I made too as a rookie. I was very impressed with your actions, and your ability to keep him from shooting me by accident. I would like to come back here and spar with you sometime, and hopefully pick up some new skills. I would enjoy that, as it looks like my time here will be extended thanks to those dumb rookie criminals stunt they pulled tonight. I know the City will only pay me for 60 days, without submitting an extension. I will need to supplement my pay here while I await their arraignment and trial here in case the extension takes longer for approval. Anderson smiles, I may be able to help in that department. I have a cousin that manages an RV park south of Portland, Oregon, that has a family emergency and on my recommendation will hire you sight unseen. Does that manager job include pay and free rent? Yes, Bunnie, it does even though it's only minimum wage there is the benefit of free rent and free utilities which makes it worthwhile. The job lasts through the last day of November so keeping your doctor's appointment in January will be easy. When do I need to take over the management position? the first day in August is the day you start working there. I will report there the month prior so I can help out and learn what's needs to be done plus get the repeat and long-term tenants there accustomed to me working there. Of course, I will pay my space or cabin rent for the month prior to me starting to work there. I am already glad I offered you the position. If anyone could handle it any better than you they would be hard-pressed to find. How are you going to travel there? I will take my custom Triumph Bonneville with its motorcycle trailer, I will be traveling incognito in the Bunny-morph suit my Grandfather left me. wait a minute you will be wearing What? let me explain It's a Bunny-morph fursuit loaded with Nanites that moves on its own or with my emotions including the fluffy bunny tail and its ears. It allows the wearer to go undercover as a Bunny-morph. I have seen this fursuit but not the other Suit I would be able to tell if it's a fake fursuit and not a real bunny morph. you would be hard-pressed to tell the difference between me and a real Bunny-morph. you still need to take it off if you need to use the restroom, don't you? No sir you don't, and it doesn't have a zipper either. I know you are tired, but could you please show me the Bunny-morph suit before and after you put I on. I have to see this firsthand with my own eyes. Ok come on in then and have a seat on the couch. Detective Anderson, give me a couple of minutes to bring it out so you can see all of it and closely examine it before I wear it. I walk into the bedroom and bring out the suit's heavy-duty storage case. and put it on the coffee table in front of him and slowly open the storage case after unlocking it. just don't pick up the black item that looks like a police officer's flashlight I will explain after I put it on. This feels like real bunny fur. and there are openings where there should be openings on the human body and a tiny speaker near the human ear and electronics to control the tail and ears too. This looks frighteningly realistic. From what I have learned so far, my uncle on my Dad's side of the family made this working prototype suit. He now works in the special projects section of the CIA. Anderson sits there with his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. I have a feeling what you are about to show me is a high-level secret. That may or may not be a Government secret. I feel I can, completely trust you, so relax and enjoy your head first trip down the rabbit hole. The big question is how deep does this rabbit hole go? I am going to put this suit on Infront of you so you will know it's me in the suit and not a Bunny-morph employee working for me. I bring out my black kilt and plug the black flashlight-looking wand into the charger to fully charge it while I get dressed. Slowly unfastening the foot-paws and facemask and headpiece and take them off near the recliner and place the parts of the fursuit on or near it as I remove it piece by piece. unfastening the hooks in the groin area on the bodysuit top before working it off over my head. I stop and look over at Detective Anderson and smile impishly. What is your first name or nickname Sir? He clears his throat with a slight cough and smiles. "My first name is James but most friends just call me Jimmy" "Jimmy, my close friends call me Bunny or Bunbun that's your choice. I unfasten the hidden zippers along the inside of the ankles and unfasten the fluffy bunny tail's harness then bend over and slide it slowly down my legs and step out of the bunny fursuit bottom exposing my violet open back and crotchless panties that match my violet sports bra I am wearing. I grab the one-piece suit and slide it over my feet as I bend fully over giving Jimmy a perfect view of my Butt and bits. I giggle softly as I hear him softly whisper under his breath, wow this is a nice view from back here on the couch. I pull the special projects fursuit up and slide my arms into the suit and work my fingers into the hand-paws and slide the hooded part over my head and put on the mask feeling it semi-fit in place. I slide on the foot paws which force me to walk on my tiptoe like high heel shoes without the heel. I look over my shoulder and giggle softly. Jimmy shakes his head, Sorry Bunbun this looks impressive but it still looks like an expensive high-tech fursuit. Jimmy, you haven't seen anything yet. I pick up the wand and wave and point it at the fursuit and watch with Jimmy as the fursuit seals itself around me and tightens feeling like a second skin and part of me including sealing around my tailhole and against my soft folds of the labia, making me look like a real naked Bunny-morph. within seconds the ears tail and face conform to me and act like real parts of my body. Reaching over I pick up my purple kilt and put it on in front of him. I turn around and watch him as he takes all he has seen in and seems suddenly sad for a moment.May I touch you Bunbun? Sure go ahead touch me anywhere you want to I don't mind at all. I giggle as he touches certain places, and moan and blush as his large hand pets me between my thighs and pets my butt under my fluffy bunny tail. This is as real as the bunny-morph I met and talked to downtown at a brothel. Did you notice anything else? Yes, your voice sounds higher to me and extremely cute. I can't take this fursuit off for three days or risk getting extremely ill and even dying. What do you mean? You are really stuck like this for at least 3 days? Yes, I am stuck looking like a cute little Bunny-morph. Bunbun smiles, "What are you doing for the next three or more days? " Jimmy blushes, "Well, now that you mention it, I was supposed to be off Friday through next Saturday." Next question, "Are you married, or do you have a girlfriend? Jimmy shakes his head, "No I'm not married and I have no girlfriend. With my line of work, they would be constantly in harm's way, and I won't do that to someone." I softly stroke my paw along his inner thigh and murrr softly. Want to test how much I'm a Bunny-morph, hmmm?