Voyage ch. 2--Case

It was Wednesday morning in the Norwell district police station at Greenfield. Two foxes Rodney and Thomas were constables vying for the affection of a particular vixen. Rodney had red-orange fur, and ebony-coloured ears. On the other hand, Thomas’s fur was lighter, and he had brown ears. Both engaged in an indirect strife against one another—going as far as to send hired-thugs to do away with one another. They do not engaged directly since it would get in the way of their police work. The certain fox the two eyed for was Vix.
Vix had burgundy-coloured fur on her forehead. Her complexion was slightly lighter than Rodney. She wore a standard dark-blue police uniform like anyone else in Greenfield. Both foxes gave presents ranging from jewellery to food for the vixen. But she still does not acknowledge them, nor the gifts for some reason. This quandary bewildered the unfortunate duo.
Rodney, who was adjacent two rows back from Vix’s work space, was about to walk over to speak to her about the apple he gave to her earlier when the police captain entered, “Everyone, listen up! There’s a weapon smuggler who’s selling firearms to militants in The Southlands, and department want us to look into it.”
The brawny fox ordered commanding officers including Vix into the debriefing room to discuss details.
Sometime later, the group came out. Being a higher rank, Vix ordered her group (that included Rodney and Thomas) at her station to discuss her plans, “Okay, we’ll head out to southern part of Norwell to get any leads on the suspect’s exact location. Right, let’s move out!”
Yes, this gives me a chance to impress Vix! Rodney thought, If I apprehend the suspect, she’ll go out with me!
Perfect, I can get to be with Vix! Thomas also thought before turning his gaze towards Rodney, Though it looks like he’ll also be getting Vix to be with him. I should keep an eye on him.

The coast guard called Rikki at noon—saying they were unable to find any clues to their whereabouts, “…if we continue to search further south, we’ll trek into pirate waters. We don’t have permission to travel over there.”
“What d’you mean you don’t ‘ave ‘permission’ to go over there!?”
“It’s too dangerous. It makes no sense losing many beasts and ships to rescue a few of your crew from rogues which could bring Vulia into the conflict.”
“Do the pirates ‘ave battleships? Vulia is already involved with our citizens getting captured by them! Brin’ naval vessels if they’re too much.”
“We don’t have evidence that it was the corsairs. The matter is still under investigation. It’s no use getting into unnecessary trouble if it can be avoided.”
“Fine, whatever.”
“Once the police make any leads on who, or what was responsible, then we’ll act within our powers. Until then, sit tight. We’ll call you if we have news.”
The otter hung up, angered that they were powerless to do anything. He was about to have Angela gather Willis and his crew when the phone ranged again.
“Rikki? This is The Dock’s Police Department calling.”
“Any info ‘bout my crew?”
“We’ve checked with Roger of the Bean Estate. He denied he or any of his fishing crew were involved with your crew’s disappearance. Further follow up had confirmed his accuracy.”
“Okay, anythin’ else?”
“Nope, that’s it. We’ll call you if we have more.”
“Thanks, bye.”
Rikki then called Angela on the intercom to gather Willis and the otter’s crew. After a few minutes, they congregated in his office, “Right, listen up!” he started, “It’s been four day’s since the crew of Sky Surfer, Sapphire, an’ Laima went missin’. The police were unable to fin’ anything, an’ the coast guard refuse to help further because of pirates. If they’re captured, they’ll likely to die ‘long with our business if we continued to wait for obvious leads. That is why tomorrow, we ‘ead out to search for the crew ourselves!”
The group widened their eyes in surprised. There were private conversation about the matter, but were stop when the otter raised his paw, “I know it’s risky and dangerous, which is why I’ll brin’ alon’ armed beast for protection. We’ll be loadin’ the Mystia before the day en’d. While we’re gone, Willis will watch the homefront, and dear Angela will run the business. That is all.