AN: This is actually based off of the early zootopia concepts of The Savage Chronicles. It was supposed to be James Bond, but with animals. Sadly, it was dropped much to my dismay so I went ahead and did it. I actually rather like it.

March 10

The bunny enters the building with the mug of coffee in his hand. The ZIA offices are as always busy in a calm carry papers and files, tap away at the keyboard to their computers or talk on the phone. They don't convey a clear sense or purpose, but you can tell it's not something to interrupt. The bunny has grey fur with black stripes. Eyes a sea blue. Without even knowing his name you could tell he's far from an average rabbit. After all he's managing to make a name for himself in Zootopia. If he did actually tell anyone he's in the ZIA they would laugh, which they should. It's the reason they hired him. Who would expect a simplistic bunny to actually be a secret agent. No one that's who. You'd expect something like a panther, wolf, or maybe a Lion if you're looking for trustworthy. Not an animal who's not even a predator. Expectations are what damn you. It's why he prefers to start with none. Not expecting his day to be good or bad because that could easily cost him his life. His thoughts digress when a voice calls his name

"What are you heading?" the voice is petite and small. It belongs to a small mouse named Helen. She stands on top of a rolling device similar to a segway.

Jack turns in his swivel chair," where else am I supposed to do my work?"

"No, ya dingus, Boss wants you in his office." When he hears this his heart goes still for a second. In an instant he recomposes himself.

Jack stands up from his chair," thanks, Helen. If I was any later he'd probably skin me."

He waves goodbye as he steps into the elevator. The elevators made of glass letting you see all the entirety of the building as you go up. Looking at all the animals from here makes them all seem so small. The elevator stops bringing him to one of the higher floors. The higher floor you're own the higher your position. Jack gets a cubicle on the 30th floor of the building. He's higher than most, but there's still plenty above him. His boss gets a place on floor 40 of this 50-floor building. Even the person he answers to answers to someone else and the chain goes on and on. He walks down the corridor to his bosses office. He's done nothing wrong. Well, nothing that conflicts with the rules of any of his missions. Broken some laws, yes, but that's a part of his job. He opens the door to his boss's office. The name Dwight Horseman on the golden nameplate. His fur is brown with a black mane and a well-tailored suit. He puts down his pen, grabs some papers and looks at jack with an intimidating glare. The blinds are shut leaving the room mysteriously dark.

"Savage. We have another job for you. It's about the Savanna Central Drug Exchange" Jack's heard of the Savanna Central Drug Exchange. It's the broad term used for the drug trade in that section of Zootopia. The last good catch, in that case was around three years ago. Other than that progress has stagnated. The problem has been handed over from ZPD to the ZIA from the sheer number of drugs peddled through. Mayor Lionheart is forced to address the same issue every time anything happens.

He relaxes a little bit t those words. At least that doesn't mean he's going to lose his job or worse got to jail for stepping too far out of bounds. "Thank you." He takes the file looking over the name stamped on it with red ink. "Savage Seas". He can't help but wonder if it was named that way for a good reason or just a pun at his expense.

"This shouldn't be too hard. Just fulfill the mission objectives and get back without either of you being in a casket."

"I will do my best sir…. Either?"

"Yeah. Your partner for this mission."

"Sir I wasn't under the impression that my actions led to a decision that I needed assistance."

"Don't talk like that. Just because I'm your boss doesn't mean I'm not your friend."

"Excuse me, sir. Why do have to have another mammal tag along?"

"Because the big guys upstairs thought that he'd be good at this."

"Well. Where are they? I don't even see them anywhere over here?"

Dwight Horseman presses a button on his phone penning the secretary at the desk in front," where is the mammal that's supposed to be Jack's partner?"

"Oh right. Told me to tell you to mark off one of his vacation days."

"You can't just take a vacation day," Jack protest.

"I know that Savage. Go tell them that in person. Gloria where are they?"

"The gun range out in Savanna Central. Said they plan to get you a coaster or something."

"Savage. New mission. Prevent your partner from being an idiot."

"Got it, sir… ." Jack leaves the office the worry that was there when he first entered replaced with irritation.

He heads down to the garage and gets in one of the stock black vehicles that make their home there. He gets to driving. Making his way from downtown to Banyon street. Wouldn't be so hard if it wasn't all the way at the edge of Savanna Central. At least morning rush hour has ended. He's tempted to look at the file, but not while he's driving. He at least has to follow the laws while he's not on a mission. The name "Savage Seas" is still bothering him. The shooting range is a large one. The front being a huge venue for various forms of artillery. The Leopard at the counter reading over a catalog. The shooting range is out in the back. The sounds tell that there's only one person there firing a gun and it seems pretty heavy. Jack steels himself reaching for the door handle.

"What you headin' back there for?" The leopard only peeks over the magazine slightly invested in anything that's not the catalog.

"Looking for a friend," Jack explains," should be back here."

The leopard points to a barrel filled with the sound proof headphones and a sign that reads Please We Soundproof HeadPhones As A Safety Precaution. Jack puts on the headphones heading to the shooting gallery. It's open air with the sea air wafting to them. The sea is within walking distance of here actually. In the fourth stall over he can see the bright flash of a muzzle and someone shooting in it. Jack steps into the stall too see a fox. Wearing a finely tailored black suit with a clashing green tie. Jack's not one to bother to heavily with appearances, but black and green go about as well together as pizza and fox's fur is a deep red. Glasses hang over his face

"Sir." The fox doesn't seem to hear or notice the rabbit.

"Sir!" Still nothing.

"Excuse me, sir!"

That does get through. The fox stops. Takes off his noise blocking headphones and turns to him. His eyes hidden beneath the tinted sunglasses," excuse me? I was trying to ignore you."

They stand there for a few seconds. The fox still waiting for a response, and Jack too confused to respond. "If that's the case then…," the fox puts back on the headphones and resumes shooting.

"No wait, stop."

The fox grumbles taking off the headphones," what do you want? I'm enjoying the first vacation day I used in years."

"First, we don't take vacation days. We have them, but it's not something we take, second, will you take off the headphones because no is not the time for this we have work to do, third this has to do with the Savanna Central Drug Exchange-"

The foxes ears perk up," beg your pardon?"

"The Savanna Central Drug Exchange-"

The fox begins to laugh," oh dear. Never thought they'd ever throw me back on a case with anything to do with that."

The fox slings the gun over his shoulder," name's Wilde. Nick Wilde. Wild with an E on the end. You are?"

"Savage. Jack Savage."

"You know I have to ask. Why do all ZIA agents announce themselves like that with the last name first? No other profession does that, so why us?"

Nick decides to purchase the rifle. Throwing it into the back seat of the car. "I drive," he calls out.

They had a rough start, but they're actually getting somewhere now. "Savage Seas? Did they name it that because you're on it?"

"God I hope not," Jack flips past the page explaining Nick Wilde and the page explaining himself to the actual information," our job is to head into the Moby Dick Casino-"

"Ouu, the casino under the sea! I've been there a few times myself, but to think I'd be getting to go back. Whew!"

Savage clears his throat and continues," our job is to gather information about the owner named Le Chiffre-"

"You think that name is french? I think it sounds french. I may not be good at french if you look at my report card I got a D in that class, but I do know that Chiffre means number."

Jack clears his throat a little louder this time and continues," Chiffre's appearance is unknown so we're supposed to find out his identity and gain any information that could lead to his arrest and look into the drug exchange there-"

Nick's about to say something else, but Jack stops him," before you interrupt me again, wait till I finish."

Nick grumbles something to himself and Jack continues," -if you encounter any threats get rid of them with extreme discretion. Gather what information you can and get out."

"Are you done?"

"Yes, I'm done."

"Good because I have something to say. What are your dimensions?"

Again the fox has brought Jack to a loss for words or even anything... He sits their mouth slightly agape, eyes locked into the distant stare," I-, I-, I appreciate the offer, but I think it's too early for either of us to pursue a relationship like that. I barely know you-."

Nick takes a deep breath ad laughs," no you dink. I mean for clothing. We're certainly not going into The Moby Dick looking exactly like ZIA agents I mean. I love black suits and ties as much as the next guy this is the most conspicuous thing we can wear. Classic and awesome, but conspicuous."

Nick's got him there. He's always worn the black suit and tie because it's what everyone else wore. "I suppose, but what does that have to do with my dimensions?"

"My father was a tailor. I picked up some stuff from him. You don't know joy until you wear a finely tailored suit. It feels like a hug from clothing."

"You're a strange one."

They finally pull into Nick's place. It's not much, to be honest. It's on the edges of Downtown. It's a brick building with a shop installed and a living quarters above it. Owning such a place Downtown must be expensive. Jack knows that their paychecks are something to be envious of, but this place must wear his down to the bone. There's a van parked out in front. Doesn't seem to actually belong to Nick. The store on the lower floor is a tailor shop. Weird because he certainly needs no second When they enter it's clear Nick hasn't been here in awhile, but it looks rather lived in. Dirty dishes in the sink and the blinds opens. It doesn't look like there's been a forced entry, so he lives with someone?

"Who else is here?"

"Well, I'm not sure if he's here-"

"No. Someone else is definitely here."

Nick gives up putting his hands together and shouting," hey Finnick! You aren't dead are ya?"

The few seconds of silence are broken by the sound of light footsteps coming down the steps is a small fox with light beige fur. He looks like he just got out of bed and exceedingly grumpy. "That's Finnick," Nick answers.

"He's my son." Jack choked on nothing. He's confused and barely able to stomach that, that fox over there managed to actually have a kid.

"Nah, I'm just fucking with you. He's a friend who lives here."

"Eat shit, Wilde."

Jack stands there. He's seen a lot of things. Things that range from boring paperwork to the aftermaths of gruesome shoot outs. Somehow this fox managed to pull the same effect with nothing, but a few words. "Oh dear, I think I broke the bunny?"

"I'm fine."

"Finnick get me the scissors and some fabric. I got a job to do."

"What? Aren't you one of those secret agents now?"

"Yeah, but he can't go anywhere looking like that."

Nick gets right to work. Taking Jack's measurements and beginning to cut away at the cloth. The new clothing is just the same white shirt he was wearing but tailored to his size. He does kind of get what Nick means. It is like wearing a hug. Tailoring his shirt however only took an hour Nick has spent 3 hours in the bathroom. Doing what? He has no idea because whenever he ask Nick just throws back "I gotta look nice". Jack wanders around. Looking for something to idle his time while the fox does whatever takes so long. All the doors are shut except for one. One of them is cracked open slightly. Jack goes to shut it not before seeing a pin-up board in the room. Papers littered all over the place A dry erase board stuck on another wall with words scribbled all over it. Jack knew Nick was strange, but this is just insane.

The door is suddenly slammed shut behind him. He reaches for his gun out of sheer instinct to have the other hand grab his wrist to keep the gun pointed down."You ready to go?" He's finished changing. He wears a green Hawaiian shirt and a blue striped tie.

"Sure."

Nick goes to talk to Fennick for a minute; only then does he put his gun away. Nick's a bit sporadic and strange. A fox with a pure silver tongue, but he still works for the ZIA. Just like Jack.