Sorry about all the typos in the last chapter,MS word was all fucked up, but I think I fixed it. Anyway hope you enjoy.

I am also looking for an artist to make me some cover art, leave a comment or PM me if you are interested.

One hour before Nick and Judy arrive at the prison

Jack was skulking in the woods just outside of the Zootopia correctional facility. There was far more security than Jack wanted but this was the only way that he could bring Zootopia to its knees. As he looked through a pair of binoculars he saw multiple armed guards and snipers in towers across the facility. He also saw a building that looked to be an on site power plant for the prison.

As Jack walked back to his truck to retrieve his weaponry he thought about how much fun this was going to be.

"There is nothing better than a little target practice." He said to himself.

When he got to the truck he looked at the pile of weapons and picked his three favorites, an old M2 flamethrower, dual M45's, and a Russian armory RPG7.

Truth be told Jack's favorite weapon was the flamethrower, it suited him, it was the perfect tool for death and destruction. He loved to see the faces of his enemies as the terrifying weapon spewed out huge jets of fire.

Jack hefted the RPG up on his shoulder and aimed at the power station. He fired, and the rocket sailed from the launcher straight as an arrow. When it hit the station there was a huge explosion and a tower of sparks shot into the sky.

The lights inside the prison went out and alarms started blaring.

Jack grinned, hopped in his truck and floored the accelerator, heading for the main gate.

The truck easily smashed through the gate and came to a halt. Jack stepped out of the truck and immediately was confronted by three guards who he gunned down with ease. He then hauled the flamethrower up onto his back and lit the pilot light. He also put on a pair of welding goggles to protect his eyes from the light of the flamethrower.

Jack walked up to the front door and kicked it in.

Jack was surprised by the defense that the guards had managed to mount in the time they had. The guards were crouched behind upturned tables and were leaning in corners.

One of the guards threw a flash bang at Jack, the device landed at his feet and exploded, Jack's welding goggles protected him.

The guards all nervously looked out from behind cover to see if the threat was eliminated, to their horror Jack was smiling. A brave lioness drew her sidearm and fired ten times, every bullet hit Jack in the chest.

Jack stood there a moment, looking rather annoyed. He looked down at himself and smiled, all ten bullets had indeed hit him, but they had all stopped short when they hit the steel ballistic plate nestled in his vest.

Jack looked up at the stunned guards and spoke two chilling words, "my turn". With that, Jack proceeded to bathe the hall in fire, the roaring of the flamethrower covering the screams of agony from the guards.

Jack battled his way through the prison until he found the high security area, a block of cells containing some of the most evil criminals in zootopia, including the criminal mastermind, Dawn Bellwether.

Jack peered in at the small sheep and thought to himself, "this can't be the horrible criminal I've herd so much about".

There was just one problem, the massive security door on the cell.

If he tried to blast the door open, he might kill Bellwether.

Jack looked at the door a little longer and spotted a keycard reader. Under the reader, printed in big block letters were the words "director level clearance required". Jack groaned and whipped out one of his M45's, firing three shots into the glass window. The glass cracked but did not break.

Bellwether was cowering in the corner of her cell, looking up at Jack. "Who is this psycho?" She asked herself.

Jack looked in at her through the intact portion of the window and rolled his eyes " this stupid sheep had better be worth all this trouble" he thought.

Jack turned on his heel and went off in search of the warden. About twenty minutes later he found the wardens office, a small honey badger was trying to hide himself in a corner.

Jack walked over, picked the badger up by his shirt collar and asked for his name.

"Casey Atwood" the small mammal stuttered.

"Are you the warden?" Jack asked in return.

Casey nodded meekly and Jack ripped the security pass from around his neck, once Jack had the badge he threw Casey aside and went to retrieve Bellwether.

When he stepped out of the office Jack was immediately confronted by his two least favorite people, officers Wilde and Hopps.

Jack smiled at the duo and yelled to them " I'd love to stay and play, but I've got a city to destroy". He fired a blast from his flamethrower and ran off to release Bellwether.

When he got to the cell, Jack scanned the warden's security pass. The scanner flashed green and a lock clicked open. Jack opened the cell and grabbed the small sheep and held her at eye level.

Bellwether wasn't fighting to be let go, this surprised Jack. "Aren't you afraid of me?" Jack asked.

"No" bellwether said back flatly.

"And why not?" Jack asked, putting her back on the floor.

"You went through a lot of trouble to get to me and get me out of that cell safely" Bellwether replied dusting herself off and taking a breath "so I can only assume that you want my help".

"Well, seeing as I no longer have to explain myself, let's get the hell out of here" Jack said.

As the pair were running back to Jack's truck, they ran directly into a large buffalo. The guard looked down at Jack and snorted, as Jack looked up at the large prison guard he gulped hard and shrank back slightly.

The buffalo stepped back and drew a nightstick from his belt. Jack raised the nozzle of his flamethrower and fired. A small burst of flame shot from the device and then it quit working.

"I picked a great time to run out of napalm" Jack said to himself.

The guard grinned wickedly and charged at Jack with his nightstick raised. When he came in range the guard brought his weapon down hard, and Jack barely had any time to react.

He threw the sprayer arm up and braced with both hands. The baton bounced off and Jack countered with a kick, knocking the buffalo off balance.

Jack took the opportunity to shrug out of the heavy flamethrower and draw his M45's. He fired until both of his guns were empty.

The buffalo looked down at the large red stain that was spreading across his chest, and he fell to his knees and then flat out on the floor.

"Nice shootin' wolfy." Bellwether said as she looked at the dead guard.

Jack looked at her coldly and replied "call me wolfy again and it'll be you laying face down on the floor in a pool of blood".

If you guys liked this chapter please leave a comment. I plan to continue to write the occasional chapter from the villain's perspective. The next few how ever will be through Nick and Judy's eyes.