Rocket woke up slowly and got up fast, ignoring the small pain in his leg, and walked into the kitchen quietly to see Judy awake and drinking coffee.

"Hey, look who decided to wake up!" Judy cheered sarcastically.

Rocket brushed it off and didn't think much of it, just then another knock came at their door. The only thing the raccoon heard was a click of a pistol and the door being barged into. Judy was immediately overpowered and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"No!" Rocket charged the masked attackers and he was quickly pushed against the hard tile, his head throbbing. Judy winced then looked up to him in fear and started calling his name.

"Rocket!" The tone becoming calmer, "Rocket."

Rocket jolted up, realizing he was dreaming.

"Hey, you ok? You were talking and twitching a lot in your sleep," Judy asked, genuinely concerned.

"Nothin just a flarkin dream," Rocket assured the bunny, who was sitting to his right gently running her paw down his arm.

"Flarkin?" Judy snorted

"Just. Nevermind." Rocket said quickly, obviously blushing.

Judy chuckled and said, "C'mon, I made waffles."

Rockets ears perked up, man he loved waffles, too bad he didn't know a thing about cooking/baking to be bothered to make it. Judy attempted to get Rocket up but was met with a cry of pain from the brown creature.

"Hey, hey, hey." she gently placed Rocket down again, "Your knee bugging you again?"

Rocket nodded, cringing at the pain then settled. Judy brought him a plate of waffles drizzled in maple syrup, it smelled great. They both ate on the couch and talked about nothing in particular.

"Hey, so about last night... who were those people?" Rocket asked finally.

Judy sighed and started, "Oh, just old fuckbags that needed money after I put 'em in lockup"

Rocket chuckled and attempted again to get up, then a shockwave of pain shot through his body like lightning and he fell limp.

"Fucking hell!" Rocket yelped as he flopped back on the couch.

Judy quickly got up and got a few painkillers from the medicine cabinet, then gave them to the hurt raccoon.

"Thanks" Rocket said through slight exhales of pain. 

(Big's Mansion)

"FUCK" Screamed a small rat as he smashed his tiny glass on the table he was sitting on, "Nick didn't kill him?!"

The bear sitting across from him nodded and the rat angrily gestured to a small filing cabinet, the polar bear opened it.

"Agent 713, name Jack Croft" Mr. Big said with finality, "Get him here, now, I need that damn raccoon dead!"

The polar bear leaning across the wall close to the filing cabinet grabbed the file and opened it, scanning the file and everything in it.

"If I may sir?" The polar bear (named Henry who was still sitting across from him) asked calmly, Big gave a slight nod, "Why do you want him... dead exactly?"

Big sighed and just said, "He's good... too good, scarin' away the competition and he wants more and more each time, no other offers, no other contracts, just him, we're losing money and I doubt he could take me giving him the out very kind, don't you think?"

Henry nodded, "Get the cars ready, we have a target, code orange," He belted into a walkie talkie he had strapped on his shoulder.