(7:00AM)

At the same time...

"Alright, Hopps. What do you see?"

"Suspect's red car. Suspect getting out of red car. Suspect walking into stadium. A 9mm USP Compact tucked in his waistband. Yeah, this is definitely our guy."

"Well, obviously. He's too dumb to know that keeping that gun in his pants, he's bound to shoot himself in the nuts."

"Wilde, focus. He may be dumb, but not too dumb. He knows his way around situations like these."

'Yeah, it's true... Weaselton can shot himself in the groin.' "Listen, Nick. Chief Bogo's right. This guy's our most liable lead in six months; I don't want to lose him this time."

"Well, if he sees us coming, Carrots, that shouldn't be a problem; he kinda hates us."

Their names were Nick Wilde, Judy Hopps, and Chief Luther Bogo. The first two were respective police officers, the last one was their boss. The first two were surveying the situation from a'near, the first two was surveying the situation from afar. The first two were aware of the collateral damage they were about to instantly instigate, the last one wasn't.

Judy watched as the suspect, the one and only Duke Weaselton, entered the stadium and flashed his ticket to the cashier. You'd think that after the Night Howler Conspiracy, he'd learned his lesson in working for or with dangerous criminal masterminds. Granted, for the most part, he did. However, he seemed to only go back to his roots as a last resort to make a decent living for himself. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Nick watched from afar as he sipped his coffee, posing as a customer at a coffee shop. He couldn't help but compare himself to Weaselton: Both were common criminals to make a decent living, but only one turned straight. Sometimes, he and Judy would visit him in prison, discovering some shocking sympathetic secrets geared towards him, namely domestic abuse. He was trying to decide if it was enough to feel sorry for him.

Judy and Nick both watched as a koala ran his way towards Weaselton's car. Their respective pair of eyebrows furrowing, they both glanced at each others, each with different looks:

'Who is that?'

'No idea. Call it in.'

Judy reached for her radio and contacted Chief Bogo, "Chief, we have a third party."


From Buster's Point-Of-View:

Buster exited the train and followed the directions the following text messages sent had given him. Glancing down at his iPhone, he ran towards the entrance of the city, glancing around in wonder. 'It's been a long time since Bonnie and I have been here. Things haven't certainly changed.'

Buster's phone beeped and glanced down for directions; running straight ahead and taking a right, he then took a left, another right, and another straight ahead. He then found several buildings: a construction place, a workplace, a coffee shop, a baseball stadium, and an embassy of some sorts. His phone beeped again and Buster took notice to look out for a red car.

Buster glanced towards the baseball stadium and finally found the red car, a 2013 Honda CR-Z Ex, running towards it and not noticing two police officers observing his very moves.


"Species?"

"Koala."

"Age?"

"Mid-30s, early-40s."

"Clothes?"

"Blue suit, blue vest, blue pants with black leather dress shoes."

"What do you make of it?"

"Well, he's certainly no cop, but no criminal either."

"He is a sharply-dressed man, I'll give him that."

Judy glared at Nick, while Bogo (on the other side) glared at his radio, rolling his eyes, "We have to assume that he has ties with Weaselton. Follow him."

"Yes, sir." Hanging up and gesturing her partner to get up, Judy and Nick both made their way across the street and towards the stadium, just as the koala broke into a bolt inside, despite the cashier's attempts to prevent him from entering. Sharing glances once again, both officers broke into a bolt and followed him inside as well.


From Buster's Point-Of-View:

Buster ran into the stadium and searched around for Weaselton. Not getting anything, he decided to head on up. He glanced down at his wristwatch, which read 7:15. He needed to find Weaselton now or never; he was betting on now, obviously. He ran up the stairs and glanced left and right down the many rows of many seats. After almost giving up and heading back from Zootopia, he found him. He finally found him.

Duke Weaselton wasn't always a family man, but there was a time where he would have to rise to the occasion. A skunk whom he once dated for a good amount of time, a grey one named Cass, had arrived on his doorsteps and abruptly announced her pregnancy straightforward. How she found him and how she ended up pregnant was a mystery to him for the following weeks. He knew, though. He found it. He finally found it.

Buster and Duke both locked eyes with each other. Buster and Duke both shared uncertain looks. Buster and Duke both glanced down at the stadium's floor level.

Two police officers, a rabbit and a fox, were making their way up. Buster glanced over at Duke, who gently gulped in visible fear; he raised his hands up in reassured response. Glancing back down at the police pair, who haven't seen him yet, Buster gestured Duke to wait for his signal. The moment the police duo glanced up at the two, all time slowed down in super slow motion.


Judy, Nick, Buster, and Duke all exchanged glances. A Mexican Standoff ensued.

The four slowly went for their guns.

The four slowly drew deep breaths.

The four pulled and aimed their guns at each other.

"FREEZE!"


"FREEZE!"

("African Rundown" - David Arnold/Nicholas Dodd) [From Casino Royale]

Nick aimed his Beretta 92FS, Judy aimed her Glock 17, Buster aimed his Glock 21, and Duke aimed his Heckler & Koch USP Compact. The former two fired upward, the latter two fired downward; the respective pairs were careful not to hit any innocent bystanders. Nonetheless, the shots fired were enough for everyone from the audience to the players to run away in panic, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. Buster and Duke both split up, the former running right (left in the pair's eyes) and the latter running left (right in the pair's eyes). Judy and Nick shared a look with each other before deciding to go after them separately, Judy following Buster and Nick following Duke.

Judy, being an European rabbit, hopped up the stairs and casually caught up with Buster, who ran off and up towards the top of the baseball stadium, ultimately unfazed by this bunny's particular set of skills. It was her definite determination to catch him, however, that immensely impressed him. Climbing up the ledge, Buster glanced around for anything that provided an escape for him. Then he saw it by his feet: a banner that led all the way down. Just as the bunny officer was gaining up on him, too; talk about timing.

Buster slid down and rolled on his back, getting right back up and running away as fast as his little legs could take him. Judy trailed behind and was joined by Nick, who pointed at the speeding vehicle heading towards Buster. In the midst of speed, the passenger door opened and Duke pulled him in, picking up the pace after doing so. Judy and Nick slowed to a stop and watched as the car sped off, passing by one of the many bulldozers on their way to the construction site.

Judy rubbed her chin before turning to Nick:

"Nick, we're going to do something crazy."

"Oh, Carrots, you know how much I love crazy."

Judy pulled Nick in response and led him to one of the many bulldozers.

The Honda CR-Z slowed at the traffic light, Buster and Duke glancing behind them to see any sign of Nick and Judy. However, all of a sudden, everybody started exiting their vehicles and sprinting far away as possible. They both shared a confused look before they saw in repulsing realization what everybody was running from: a bulldozer in broad daylight.

'Oh, shit.' Was the thought they both shared as they both shared looks again, this time looks of pure dread as they both ran the red light, swiftly swerving all over the place in vain to avoid the blasting bulldozer heading their way. Buster took control of the wheel and made a hard right to another construction site. Suddenly, the bulldozer had caught up with them and carried the car all the way there itself. The four of them ended up crashing on the concrete stage. Buster, Judy, Nick, and Duke all exited their damaged-beyond-repair means of transportation upon retrieving consciousness. Buster and Duke split up again, prompting Judy and Nick respectively to pursue them again. Buster led Judy all the way up to the skyline by a crane; glancing all around, he had nowhere to go...except down.

Buster turned and aimed his Glock 21 at an arriving Judy, whom he expected to collapse with grace and one shot. Unfortunately/fortunately (somewhat) for Buster...

BANG!

The shot missed Judy completely. Well, that surely spared Buster the trauma of shooting an innocent bystander, cop or civilian. Still, it disappointed him by the fact that he intentionally missed her.

Buster holstered his empty handgun and carefully charged at Judy, who carefully charged as well. Throwing the first punch, Buster grabbed Judy's fist in midair and elbowed her arm down; she responded by using her free arm to judo chop his neck and grabbing him there. She threw him over her and he landed back first against the metal, flipping onto his stomach and pushing himself upward to kick his opponent by the back of his legs. It worked to an extent and Judy fell backwards as well, but she stopped herself by propping her elbows behind her head and pushing herself upward much like Buster. Both taking a fighting stance once more, Buster and Judy sufficiently sparred for a precise period of time, with Judy blocking an outside strike from Buster and Buster blocking a groin attack from Judy. All the while, Buster's impressed inducement of Judy gradually grew as she noticed her fighting style: a combination of Krav Maga, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Savate. 'She's trained well. Very well.'

Buster disarmed and disoriented Judy by separating her two legs and performing a leg swipe. She would've fallen down...if it weren't for him. He pulled her up and placed her gently on the crane, aiming her own Glock 17 at her; both were careful not to lose their balance, unlike a nitrogen tank that had fallen down during their fight,

"Why?" Judy could breathlessly make out.

"You and I are using Mr. Weaselton to get to someone. I need him first."

"I saw him first. Well, my partner and I did."

"Don't worry, he won't be killed. Not yet, at least."

"Why?" Judy could only repeat, "What do you want with Weaselton?"

"Need, not want, officer. He has information my self-proclaimed boss needs; I intend to get it out of him, no matter what I have to do."

"Don't kill him. Please."

"I'm not killing him. She will."

Buster turned and opened fire on the now leaking nitrogen tank, causing a chain reaction of explosions that would've consumed both Buster and Judy had they not ducked for cover. A while later, just as Buster slid down to the surface, Duke dug himself out of debris resulting from the explosions and found himself being led away from the action scene by Buster. Nick and Judy met up with each other as they were bombarded with a slew of questions from arriving reporters; as they both answered the questions they were given, Judy couldn't help but dwell on her mysterious opponent:

'Who was that?'