I struggle and squirm,,attempting to escape the chains binding me to the chair, but to no avail. I'm chained to a wooden chair, in a dark room. The only light source being the dying lamp above my head, which flickers occasionally. I feel the usual twitch of my ears, as they pivot towards the sound of footsteps, approaching from within the darkness. A short, robed figure emerges, a hood shrouding their face in shadow. The figure reaches into its robes as it approaches, and from within it draws a small handgun, which it levels with my head.

"You failed me Wilde. Now die."

"AAH!" I scream as I quickly sit up, kicking off my blankets.

"Oh good god, It was just a dream…"

I sigh, as I look over at my alarm, which reads 6:37 AM. I'm late.

I groan, rubbing my temples, as I get out of bed and hobble into my bathroom.

I glance in the mirror, then relieve myself, I then head back to my bedroom to get dressed.

-10 minutes later-

I sigh as I pull into the ZPD Parking lot, the building seeming to cast a shadow over my parking spot, almost as if shaming me. I quickly climb out and rush inside the building, and slam right into someone.

"Oops, sor-"

I'd ran into Judy, my partner. Great, just great.

"Watch it Wilde! I'm your partner, not a crook!"

I facepaw, then help her up.

"Sorry, I'm just in a bit of a rush, I am late after all."

"It's okay, just, follow me, ok? Chief Bogo said he needed to speak to us in his office."

As she begins walking towards the stairs, I follow.

"Why not just tell us, er…you, at briefing?" I ask, as we ascend the stairs and continue towards Chief Bogo's office.

"I don't know, he said it was both private, and important." she says with a shrug.

"Alright." I say, as we arrive at the office of the police chief.

I knock, and get a response.

"Come in."

We enter, and are greeted by the sight of Chief Bogo standing in front of his desk. His large frame blocking the window. The blinds have been closed for some reason.

"I have a case that I chose to reserve especially for you two, but more so for Officer Wilde, as a, test of loyalty, you could call it."

The large oxen produces case file from within one of the drawers of his desk.

"We've been getting numerous reports of citizens being scammed in horrible ways throughout the city, and we've narrowed the suspect down to one mammal, whom I believe you know personally Officer Wilde."

The ox sets the case file on the desk, and opens it.

"The suspect you need to catch is a small fox. Here's a picture."

I gasp when I see the picture, as the image startles me.

"No, it can't be!"

The suspect, is my old accomplice. Finnick.