Following suit behind the rest of his squad, Ralph walked casually into HQ, trying not to show how impressed he was with its size. Everywhere he looked he saw commotion, constant and purposed. Everyone inside seemed to act with at least a small part of the drive that Ralph felt himself. Then Ralph remembered why he was there. The hurry displayed in the mannerisms of his fellow officers did much to remind him of the dire situation that someone must be in. Though distracted by pondering what the situation could be, Ralph noticed several features prominent within the ZPD. Perhaps the most eye-catching of all was the bronze plaque inlaid into the floor near the entrance, consumed in large part by the motto of the law enforcement.
Ralph followed his squad members, led by Joseph, into a conference room of sorts, where most of the new cadets sat in wait. Ralph immediately noticed the emptiness of a substantial number of chairs and figured what the chief would say before it was said. Who is Raddik? Ralph thought to himself as the chief addressed them. He figured some sort of crime boss, but asking would have to wait. Chief Onyx wanted a volunteer squad to investigate a specific location where 36 could be held hostage. The chief's request seemed strange to offer to fresh-of-the-bus cadets, but Ralph supposed it could be a great opportunity. At that moment, the fox in front of him raised a paw. “Sir, I volunteer Squad 66 to take part in this mission alongside Raven Squad.” Ralph was somewhat impressed by the fox's straightforwardness, but it didn't surprise him too much. After all, he was about to do the same thing. Great minds, I suppose, Ralph thought as Chief Onyx dismissed them. Squad 66 was to exit the conference room and head for the armory. Ralph quickly got up and followed Joseph's instructions.
As it turned out, the armory was as impressive as the rest of the ZPD was. Ralph figured that the weaponry held here was top-notch, more reliable than the black market arms they could potentially encounter today. He put on the kevlar protective gear given to him, holstered his pistol on his hip, and began inspecting the rifle. No live rounds, he thought as he pulled the magazine from the carbon fiber stock. Inside were large cylindrical capacitors, with three prongs sticking out of the end of each. Ralph estimated that each round could probably down a small lion. He replaced the magazine, sliding the bolt back as he did almost simultaneously. He let it go, listening to the well-oiled machine push a round into the chamber. As he did, the armorer handed him a scope, which he promptly mounted onto his rifle. The dial on top indicated that the lightup crosshairs were off, but Ralph checked to be sure.
The sun had begun its descent as Ralph walked back outside to the BEARCAT. As he neared, he saw that Lance, Joseph, and the bear had already made it there. Ralph shouldered his rifle and nonchalantly walked over to them. As he did, he heard the bear introduce himself as Zach. "Yish, for sure. Just means we get all the fun to ourselves." Ralph said with approval as he strapped in. The opportunity to begin his career came as a little bit of a surprise. But, after all, what better challenge than to be thrown into danger on his first day?