*Hey, guys! I'm so sorry that I uploaded this late! I'm pretty busy doing homework and finals and that stuff. Anyways, the next episode will come out...hopefully by next week. If you like this part, please comment/vote. That will be greatly appreciated. This is published on May 15, 2020. Have a blessed day!*

Goat and Michael, with Jean on his shoulder, took the fox criminal, Dylan, into the interrogation room in the B.A.D.G.U.Y.S. precinct. Michael sat Dylan down on the chair across from the two chairs and cuffed him onto the metal table.

"You thought that you could escape from us, huh, punk?" Goat growled while walking over to the table that had a pitcher of water and a plastic cup. He poured the water pitcher into the cup.

"I would've if it weren't for the fact that you hit me in the head with a frying pan!" Dylan growled aggressively at Goat as Michael sat across from him.

"Look, Dylan, you almost got a couple of people killed out there in the street," Michael pointed out the criminal's mistake.

Dylan hardened his glare at Michael. "I was aiming for you! And you ducked your head! Uh...I don't recall me intentionally hurting someone in the middle of the street. It was an accident."

Goat poured something in the cup of water with a small smirk.

Michael furrowed his brow. "Well, that accident almost got someone killed."

"You know, I wouldn't mind if it took your life--"

Goat immediately slammed the cup of water on the desk in front of Dylan, scaring him. Goat gave the fox criminal an angry glare while flicking his ears. "I'll kill you if you ever said that again."

Michael gasped in complete shock and confusion at his partner. "Goat...chill."

Goat huffed a bit while shaking his head and sat next to Michael, keeping his glare at Dylan. "Look here, amigo, we're not here so that you can bash at my friend for whatever past reasons you have against him. We're here because maybe you're the link to our case."

"I thought you already solved your case," Dylan responded, crossing his arms.

"With you, yes...with something else new...we figured you're the one who will help us figure out what to do." Goat took out a picture of a man in a lab coat and mask with three scopes. There's a tiny microscopic golden pin attached to his lab coat.

Dylan lost his glare and his eyes became enlarged by the sight of the photo with pure horror.

"This man is known as the Biologist. He's a mass murderer that killed animals and knoxes alike. Dissected them into bits and pulled their guts out. This man committed a lot more crimes than you realized. However...we noticed a little detail," Goat explained while Dylan gazed at the golden pin, that was circled by a red sharpie pen.

"That pin had the symbol that looked exactly like that sweet tattoo on your paw...so...you must have some connection with the Biologist," Goat continued to explain while keeping his glare at Dylan.

"I never knew this man," Dylan immediately denied, sweating profusely. "I swear I never knew of him."

Before anyone could say anything, Dylan drank the water out of the cup while licking his lips to stay hydrated.

"Are you sure you don't know this man?" Goat asked, showing off a small smirk.

"No, I'm sure I know this man completely," Dylan blurted it out and then his eyes went wide.

Michael and Jean slowly glanced at Goat, who's smirking at Dylan.

"What the heck?!" Dylan shouted while checking his empty cup.

"I slipped in the truth serum into your drink. A classic trick that any agent in this precinct would use on a stubborn criminal. Don't worry...it'll only last a day. Now--" Goat pushed the photo of the Biologist. "--talk."

Dylan tried to resist the urge to speak the truth.

Goat smirked a bit more, knowing that both he and Michael were gaining the upper hand. "There's no point in resisting it, compadre. Believe me, I know."

Dylan growled at Goat. "Fine. I know the Biologist. But I don't work for him...and that man ain't no man...he's a yipping machine."

"Machine...? Alright, then who's the real boss behind the Biologist?" Michael persisted with the questions.

"I-I don't know the real boss's name. All I know is that I'm supposed to steal eggs for him and that's it. I knew the Biologist...he ain't worth messing around with. In fact, you three should leave this case alone."

Jean arched his brow while crossing his arm. "Why?"

"Because--this case is much bigger than you think. More intricate and complicated. It's best if you all stay ignorant," Dylan responded, his tone becoming desperate.

"Where did you get that tattoo?" Goat asked, flicking his ears a bit.

"From Darrell's Bar...it's out in the country," Dylan responded, twitching his head a bit while groaning a bit in pain. "There's a tattoo artist named Daniel Stargood. He might be able to provide more information than what I can give you...I can't believe you used this stupid truth serum on me!"

"I know that bar. I don't have any good reputation in there," Goat recalled, remembering all of those men he had to beat down. That's where he received a mission to steal the chickeraffe from Sam and Guy and delivered straight to Mr. Snerz.

Michael twitched his ears suddenly while moaning a bit in pain. Goat noticed this with a raised brow.

"Is everything okay, Michael?" Goat asked, concern taking over his voice.

"Y-You hear that too?" Dylan stuttered with his sights focused on Michael, his head twitching some more.

"Hear what? What's going on?!" Goat interrogated Dylan immediately.

"I-I've said too much!" Dylan barked while covering his ears. Michael began to cover his head while burying his face on the table.

Goat quickly connected the dots and patted Michael on the shoulder so that his fox partner could look up at him. "Michael, get out of this room. Before it gets worse."

"A-Alright," Michael uttered while hearing nothing but screeching sounds that seemed to torture him. The fox got up from his seat with Jean still seated on his shoulder. That's when it got worst.

Michael stumbled onto the ground while Dylan cried out in pain. Goat and Jean became confused. Jean climbed down from Michael's shoulder and examined him.

"What's going on, mon ami?!" Jean shouted his question at Michael.

"It's the fox whistle!" Michael answered loudly.

"The what?!" Goat questioned as Dylan's eyes snapped open from being shut for a quick moment. His eyes were pure red as he ripped the chains off of the table and flipped it over to charge at Goat.

Goat raised his arms to defend himself as Dylan pinned him against the wall.

"Goat!" Michael screamed out for his partner, noticing that his partner was getting attacked by the fox criminal.

"Dylan, snap out of it!" Goat barked at Dylan.

Dylan took out his razor-sharp claws and dug them into Goat's stomach, causing Goat to yelp in pain. Goat kicked Dylan off of him, causing a small piece of his flesh to tear off. He clenched teeth in pain as Dylan picked up the table he just threw away and attempted to thrust it at Goat. Luckily, Goat dodged it by rolling out of the way and then he charged at Dylan to put him down.

"Dylan! What's going on with you?!" Goat interrogated as Dylan punched him in the face.

Michael glanced up just in time to witness Goat getting punched in the face by Dylan with tears in his eyes. "GOAT!!!"

Goat had a bruised eye from getting punched so many times. Then, Dylan took out his claws and was about to slash at his face until Goat put his hoof into his palm.

"Stop this, amigo!" Goat yelled as Dylan was pushing his weight on his hand that was on Goat's hoof and shoved him on his knees. Goat growled to use his strength to resist the fox criminal's attack.

Michael began to hear voices around him.

"Aren't you that stupid fox that let his own friend die?"

"You're too stupid to even stand up for someone you cared about."

"He's going to die because of you."

Michael gritted his teeth, while tears were streaming down on his cheeks.

"Michael?" Jean called out softly, confused about what to do with this situation.

Michael sniffled and squeezed his eyes shut as he pulled out his handgun from his holster that he had to wear since he's in the B.A.D.G.U.Y.S force. "SHUT UP!!!"

That's when the fox himself pulled the trigger, letting a couple of bullets fly across the room. But the bullets didn't miss. Dylan stopped pushing his weight on Goat as his eyes were back to normal. There's blood trickling down on the side of his head while a sprinkle of the fox criminal's blood landed on Goat's face. Goat broadened his eyes in complete shock as Dylan's blood oozed out his skull some more.

Dylan slowly turned to Michael, who just reopened his eyes. Then his pupils shrunk in horror. Michael's lip trembled...having no words to explain himself.

Dylan pointed his finger at Michael, also horrified himself. "Y-You shot me."

That's when Dylan collapsed on the floor, blood pooling around his warm body.

Goat shifted his focus on Michael, who dropped the gun and his tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Oh my gosh...WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?" Michael shouted his questions, crying.

Goat immediately bolted to Michael and hugged him tightly. "Shh. Shh, it's going to be okay, zorro--"

"I just shot him! I just--I just--ugh...I didn't mean to!" Michael sobbed into Goat's shoulder.

"Calm down, Michael. Calm down," Goat soothed while hearing footsteps running into the interrogation room.

Jean, who's witnessing the whole thing, just stood there idly. Then, a familiar someone with dark pink fur barged into the room.

"Murray?" Jean recognized instantly as Murray glanced around the room.

"Oh, my Seuss! What the yip happened here?! Who shot him?!" Murray interrogated both Goat and Michael.

"Was it the fox?!" Murray pointed at Michael. "I knew foxes could have monstrous intentions, especially towards each other--!"

Goat breathed in and out heavily as he discreetly took Michael's gun. "It was me."

Michael perked his ears up while whipping his glance up at Goat.

"W-What?" Murray inquired.

"Don't you see the blood on my face? I did it," Goat took the blame while holding out a gun. "I shot him in self-defense. As well as for both Michael and Jean's sakes."

"G-Goat, what are you doing?" Michael uttered his question.

"Then, why is the fox scared?" Murray pointed at Michael.

Goat stared at Murray sternly. "Because he has never seen anyone slaughtered before...it dramatized him."

"Alright...well...the Big Man heard the commotion. If you're the one responsible for what happened, then go talk to him," Murray instructed calmly. Jean twitched his muzzle while glancing back up at Goat.

"Okay," Goat responded as Murray exited out of the room, presumably to call the hospital.

"G-Goat, why are you taking the blame?" Michael inquired, stuttering. "It's not even your fault."

In all honesty, Goat didn't know why he took the blame. There are a million reasons to take the blame for Michael. One of them could be the fact that Michael stated once that people saw him as a monster. Maybe he wanted Michael to not be looked at as a monster by the force. Or it's probably due to the fact that Goat had done these actions before...so, it was expected for him to do something like that...as for Michael...Michael would never hurt a soul and he if does hurt someone, he wouldn't mean to. Maybe it's because Michael was scared...or Goat was scared for Michael to place that guilt over his heart. But, there's another reason...another reason that was way more than what meets the eye.

Goat stood up to his fours and walked out of the interrogation room, leaving Michael and Jean more confused.

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Goat entered the Big Man's office and shut the door quietly behind him. The Big Man, who's just a short red-furred man, stood on his wooden desk. He gazed softly at Goat.

"Have a seat, Goat," The Big Man gestured the wooden chair in front of the desk as Goat sat on it. "You know why you're here, right?"

"Of course...are you going to fire me?"

"No...you're one of the best agents we got. What you did was justified...unless...you didn't really do it."

Goat glanced up at the Big Man, confused. "What do you mean, sir?"

The Big Man turned on the cameras for the interrogation room that showed Michael shooting his gun at Dylan.

"You didn't really do it...you lied. Why did you lie, Goat?" The Big Man questioned, crossing his small arms.

Goat lowered his head and gazed at the wooden floor, trying to think of a solid reason that he did that.

"Well?" The Big Man inquired after a brief pause of silence.

"He's-He's my friend, sir. I don't want anyone in this agency to look at Michael as a monster. He already had enough people looking at him like that...he doesn't need his reputation to be thrown down in the toilet since he took a shot to save my life."

The Big Man had his eyes widened a bit in realization. "Something tells me that he meant something more to you than a friend. You know what foxes are capable of, right, Goat?"

"You weren't in there when Michael shot Dylan...Both of the foxes were in pain...they couldn't fight back whatever is causing them to be violent. Michael just told both me and Jean about the fox whistle...I don't know what that is but I think it might have something to do with happened in the interrogation room."

"So, that means that it's controlled...whatever happened in there...something was causing it."

"Yes."

The Big Man sighed deeply. "I will have to suspend you both. Just for a couple of weeks."

"A couple of weeks? But, sir, we need to solve that case--"

"Let Jean take over. I'm sure he got the information he needed to continue on with the investigation." The Big Man paused for a moment and then sighed. "This is the best thing I could do for both you and Michael. Mostly for Michael. Mind control can take a lot of impact from the brain. He'll have plenty of rest and time to fully understand what's going on."

Goat pondered about it, knowing that Michael's health was more important than that case. He glanced up at The Big Man.

"Okay." 

To Be Continued...