Sunlight filtered through the high set windows of the ZPD, illuminating the massive chamber. Fang strolled through the double doors, side by side with Jared, each carrying a duffel bag. Jared wore his police uniform, while Fang wore black jeans and a Sliptheknotin T-shirt. The two of them were deep in conversation, discussing Fang's sleeping arrangements.

"Look, it's not a big deal. Your couch is more comfortable than literally every place I've slept in for the past three years. I really don't mind." Fang was saying. Jared waved his paw dismissively.

"No, you're my guest. You will not sleep on my couch while you're here. This is not up for debate. You will have my guest room, capiche?" He said, somewhat forcefully. Fang gave an exasperated sigh.

"You always were a stubborn one." He muttered.

"That had better be a yes. I can do this all day if I have to." Jared threatened. Fang rolled his eyes, but acquiesced to the lion's demand. As the two of them drew near the reception desk, Fang finally noticed the very...large cheetah, who was munching heartily on a bowl of Lucky Chomps. Said cheetah looked up as the two of the approached.

"Hey Jared!" He said enthusiastically once they were within earshot. Fang surmised that the cheetah was unusually perky. He gave a mental sigh. Perky people were usually tiresome for him to deal with, sometimes to the point of anger. Jared smiled at the cheetah in question.

"Hey, Benji. I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got to show my friend here to his new office." He said amiably. Fang even detected a hint of genuine regret in his voice.

"Oh. That's alright. Oh, I'm Benjamin Clawhauser. Nice to meet you!" The cheetah stuck his paw out towards Fang, who grasped it firmly.

"Specialist Dreson, S-F. Good to meet you as well."

"So what exactly are you going to be doing here?" Clawhauser asked.

"You'll see on Monday." Fang answered evenly. "Now, I don't mean to be rude, but I should really get to my new office. I also need to familiarize myself with the complex and meet the rest of the force." Clawhauser's features brightened slightly.

"Ohhh, I can show you around the precinct! Just-"

"That won't be necessary." Fang cut him off. "I'm sure I can find my way around on my own." The cheetah's face fell.

"Oh. Um, o-ok then." He said defeatedly. Fang turned to Jared, ignoring the disapproving look on his face.

"Which way to my office?" He asked. Jared stared at him in silence for a moment before rolling his eyes.

"Follow me." he said before striding off, Fang close behind him. They turned left and walked down a long corridor lined with offices on both sides. There were brass nameplates by each door, with two names engraved on all of them, save the last one on the left. It simply read "Fang". Jared opened the door and entered; Fang followed. The office was spartanly decorated, with a single desk and chair along one wall and an analog clock on the wall directly in front of the door.

"So where do you want this?" Jared asked, hefring the duffel bag.

"Just along a wall, any wall." Fang said. The two of them set down the bags.

"You know, you could've been nicer to Ben." Jared said suddenly. "He only wanted to help."

Fang sighed.

"I know. But you know how I loathe to deal with people, especially the perky ones. I work better alone anyway." He said. Jared chuckled.

"Yeah, you always were the loner. Well, I'll leave you to it then. But before I go: try to meet the fox and rabbit. I think you'll find them...interesting. Hell, you might even like 'em. See ya, Fang."

"See ya." Jared turned and walked out of the office. Fang sighed. "I need to get some posters and shit. These bland walls'll drive me crazy otherwise. Maybe throw get some beanbags in here too. That chair looks uncomfortable as hell." He grunted and shook his head. "I need to stop talking to myself…" He muttered. He turned to leave, and almost ran into the massive cape buffalo standing in the door.

"Settling in well, Dreson?" he asked nonchalantly. His nameplate read 'Bogo'. With a start, Fang realized that he was speaking with the chief of the precinct.

"To be honest, I haven't had time to settle yet. I only got here a few minutes ago." The chief nodded.

"I see. So, you start Monday, is that right?" He asked, his voice still betraying no emotion.

"That's correct." Fang answered evenly. "What of it?" Bogo entered the office fully, walking over to the desk. He didn't speak, but looked around the room. Fang was certain the buffalo had a reason to be here besides welcoming him. There was an air of tension around the chief that he couldn't quite place. Finally, Bogo's eyes fell upon the twin duffel bags resting against the wall.

"What's in those?" he asked.

"Supplies pertaining to what I'll be doing here." Fang replied.

"Which is?"

"Didn't S-F tell you?" Fang asked incredulously. Bogo shook his head.

"Not a word." He said. Fang snorted.

"Typical. Throw me into a new job and they don't even bother to explain the damn situation. Alright, listen up. Nineteen years ago. The Reapers incident in Europe. Remember that?" Fang asked. Bogo nodded and opened his muzzle to speak, but Fang pressed on. "Good. Well, it turns out that they might not be as dead as we thought. There have been several reports of sighted Reapers here in Zootopia. My job here is to train all of you on how to kill the fuckers. I'll be going over this in more detail on Monday. It should also be noted that throughout the duration of my mission, you will answer to me." Bogo's eyes widened at the last part. His expression quickly shifted to outrage.

"I will answer to you?" he asked incredulously. "And who exactly are you!?" He exclaimed. Fang furrowed his brow.

"Did they leave that out as well?" he asked. "No matter. I am Specialist Drake Linwe Dreson, also known as The Black Fang of Selena. Most people just call me Fang as a result. I am the only surviving member of the Night Corps. We were the elite fighting group that combated the Reapers. Again, I'll talk more about them on Monday. Does that satisfy all of your questions, Chief Bogo?" He asked. The buffalo's expression had turned from angry to neutral during Fang's speech.

"Yes, I suppose it does...for now." He said. He seemed to be thinking hard for a minute before speaking again. "They told me your name and that you would be working here for some time." He said quietly. "But when I asked them, they downright refused to give me any answers. But I will say this much: I'll follow your orders, if for no other reason then I must, but I won't be held responsible for any bad orders you may give me." He said with finality. Fang gave the chief a half-smile.

"Good. I wouldn't expect you to anyway." He said. He stuck out his paw. "I look forward to working with you, Chief Bogo." He said solemnly. Bogo nodded and gripped the proffered paw.

"And I look forward to seeing how this all pans out." He said quietly. Fang nodded.

"Well, if we're finished here, the precinct ain't gonna tour itself." He said. "Chief." With that, he turned and walked out the door. He backtracked to the lobby, where he was greeted by quite the sight. A rabbit and fox, presumably the ones Jared had spoken of, were strolling through the doors, a fully grown grizzly bear between them, paws cuffed behind his back. The rabbit wore a black vest over her uniform, and had grey kneepads and a utility belt. The fox on the other paw, wore a standard uniform with a tie, and a pair of mirrored sunglasses. He also seemed to hold himself at ease, possibly with slight disregard to the world. The bear was shirtless, and had wore a pair of blue jeans. A muzzle was fastened to his head, and unless he was mistaken, seemed to be casting fearful glances at the mammals guiding him.

"Oh. Em. Goodness!" Clawhauser exclaimed. "You two caught James Blödbeor!?" The cheetah's face displayed open awe.

"That's right, Spot," The fox said. "Although it was Carrots' idea."

"Yeah, but you pulled it off!" The rabbit said. The fox chuckled.

"True enough, Carrots." he said with a easy smile.

"Well, we should get him to the cells. C'mon, Nick." The rabbit said.

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!" Nick said cheerfully. The rabbit rolled her eyes, but said nothing. As one, the two mammals turned their captive and walked past the desk. Fang made a mental note to find out more about these two as soon as possible. They had definitely piqued his interest. He crossed the lobby, noticing the mezzanine as he did so. He stopped and did a quick three-sixty. He quickly realized that the lobby was a massive circle with the second floor mezzanine circling it. There were doors all around, presumably leading to the different parts of the facility. With a shrug, Fang picked a direction and started walking.

Three hours later

Fang rubbed his eyes sleepily. He hadn't slept since arriving in the city, and it had finally caught up with him. He rubbed his face, trying to remember where he was. He had just come from the armory(a rather standard one at that) and headed east, so that put him roughly...twenty yards from the lobby. Should be just up here on my left. He thought tiredly. By this point, he'd seen most of the precinct, and now needed to meet Jared back in the lobby. He rounded the corner and groaned in despair when he saw another dead end hallway. He ran a paw over the top of his head in frustration. He was lost.

"Fucking hell." He muttered. He leaned against the wall and sighed.

"Something wrong?" The female voice came seemingly from out of nowhere, startling Fang. He looked around in confusion, not seeing another mammal in the hallway. Only when she cleared her throat did he look down and notice the rabbit at his feet. Her features were arranged in a look of mild concern, her amethyst eyes looking up at him. Fang chuckled quietly.

"Yeah, I'm afraid I'm a bit lost. I could've sworn the lobby was right here." He said abashedly. The rabbit raised an eyebrow.

"Lobby's back that way about a hundred meters on your left." She said. "I'm Judy by the way. Judy Hopps." She stuck her paw out. With a mental shrug, Fang gripped it lightly with his own.

"Specialist Dreson, S-F." he said. Judy gave him a confused look.

"S-F?"

"Special Forces. And thanks for pointing me back, I've got to meet someone in…" He checked his watch. "Fifteen minutes. Oh damn, I'd better get going ASAP." He turned and jogged down the hallway. "Oh, and it was nice meeting you, Judy!" He called over his shoulder. He followed Judy's instructions and found himself back in the lobby with eight minutes to spare. He breathed a sigh of relief. He walked over to the center of the lobby, pulling a small volume out of his back pocket as he did so. He flipped it open to the page he had left off on and began reading. After about seven and a half minutes of reading, Fang noticed Jared standing nearby with his back turned. He dog-eared the book and returned it to his pocket. He waited patiently while Jared conversed with Clawhauser about a case he had been assigned to. As he waited, he noticed a certain fox sneaking around the counter. Being a smaller mammal, no on in the precinct seemed to have noticed him. He slipped a joy buzzer onto one of his paws, the strap color matching the fur on said paw.

"Hey Delgado!" The fox called up. The lion turned and looked down at him. "I just wanted to say congratulations on solving that last case. It's a real honor to work beside someone like you." He extended his paw, the one with the joy buzzer strapped to it for the lion to shake. Jared looked at him skeptically, before shrugging and reaching for the smaller paw.

"He's wearing a joy buzzer on that paw," Fang called out. The fox shot him a withering glare as Jared withdrew his paw with a laugh.

"Good try though," Jared said. "Although you'll have to try harder than that to get past that one." The fox rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses before sauntering over to Fang.

"You're pretty sharp there, friend." The fox said. Fang raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed." He said. "What of it?" The fox gave him an easy half-smile.

"Oh, nothing, just an observation." He said. He extended his paw. "Nick Wilde." He said amiably. Fang raised an eyebrow.

"Specialist Dreson." he said, making no move to shake the fox's paw. They stood like that for a minute before the fox laughed.

"I don't know what I expected." he admitted. He pulled off the joy buzzer and stick it in his uniform shirt pocket. He extended the paw again, and Fang gripped it. He gave the fox a half-smile that eerily similar to his own. He liked this guy. He was crafty, but not maliciously so to his peers.

"You ready, Jared?" Fang asked. The lion had been watching the proceedings with interest.

"Just about. I'll meet you by the car." Fang nodded.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Nick," He said. "But I've got to get going. See you on Monday." With that, he turned and walked out the doors, and into the dying sunlight. He made his way to the car slowly, lost in thought. Jared had been right. The fox and rabbit were indeed quite interesting. He looked forward to seeing them in action. Arriving at the car, he proceeded to lean against it. Reapers… he mused. I have to train the mammals to fight Reapers. Ain't gonna be easy either, at least for some of them. He thought of Clawhauser and his Lucky Chomps. That's a disaster waiting to happen, he thought dryly. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. He gazed into the sun, the orange disk just barely touching the horizon and bathing the city in its russet hues. It was quite a lovely sight. Fang sighed. I hope the training isn't too much for them, he thought. We're going to need every able-bodied mammal we can get to defend the city against these Reapers.

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(A/N) Shout out to sidraTheater for letting me use Sliptheknotin. If you haven't already, go check out his story, Hot Fuzz. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. I'll try to update this by next week, but I make no promises. See ya'll next time. -Sirix