The Masked Fox Chapter 20: Lair of the Admiral
The next few hours following the sinking of the smuggling vessel, the name of which Judy had learned was the SS Furtanic, were quite frantic. The already overcrowded cells in the fort meant that they had to escort the prisoners to the city's jail, which was soon filled to capacity as the deputy on paw at the time, a goat by the name of Barney Plife, barely managed to cram the last of the criminals, the margay that Judy had knocked into the ocean, into the cell and closed it with an audible click.
"Well that should hold them in there for a while," Plife stated, clapping his hooves together in satisfaction before the cell door gave an audible groan before bursting open, inmates exploding out of the overly cramped cell like a bursting dam. Judy groaned, then ordered her soldiers to seek new cells for them while she designed arrangements to ship the prisoners to the next closest town's jail.
Why are there so many criminals in this city? she kept asking herself over and over a