Negotiations and Minutiae.

The shadowy figure picked up the phone and spoke quietly.

"Yes?"

"You wanted an update... the farm is heavily guarded. Last night we detected a few roaming patrols, communication on a few radio frequencies, and the local sheriff's deputy made rounds inside the farm. Looks like they ain't taking chances."

"As we knew they would. Alright, keep me posted."

If patience was a virtue, he had it in spades. He also had other techniques available, ones he could use at any given time. Such as the one which would be perfect to use in the upcoming negotiations. If he played his figurative cards right... not even the council itself could stop him. How can you stop something you do not expect?


"I say we go down there and clear out the whole bloody mess and be done with it!"

Governor Randolph Darcy, an elder stag, looked at his staff member with incredulous eyes. "Really? All over simple mistakes... procedures that in days gone by had served a useful purpose? Back at a time when law enforcement was non-existent and it was up to the male of the household to protect it? Those days are long past us, Gary. The council admits it themselves; this type of trial is very rare. We must help them to identify what changes are needed without disrupting their purpose in Lapin Society. Remember Gary; we would be up to our ears in bunnies if the council didn't provide strict guidance on their reproduction."

"Governor," Secretary of State Gary Muckelow, a middle-age beaver, pulled out a report and handing it over to him. "You need to see this. Lapins have a growing crisis; it seems their young does' are becoming increasingly being rendered sterile. They know where this occurs, when it occurs, why it occurs... but they don't know who exactly performs them or exactly what procedure is used. This is why I want to send a small team to their medical facilities. This alone doesn't forgive the council's actions... and most likely is irrelevant to the issue at hand. It could explain why the council is taking such a harsh stance towards mix-species couples."

"Solution seems simple enough; kill the non-rabbit and hand over the bunny to next available one." Governor Darcy said half-jokingly.

"Governor... you're assuming this is a Doe involved."

Governor Darcy started looking through the papers on his desk, and then pulled out the one he was looking for. "Officer Judith Hopps. Female age 26, top in her class at ZPD Academy, solved the Nighthowler case almost single-handed. Highly regarded by her fellow officers, and on the fast-track towards Detective. Quite the over-achiever, wouldn't you say? She also has quite the nice body!"

"I saw that as well" Secretary Mucklow held his copy of paperwork."The other mammal involved is her partner. Officer Nickolas Wilde, age 33, also top of his class at ZPD Academy. He is given credit for assisting Officer Hopps in solving the Nighthowler case. His background is typical of his species; former con-mammal involved in small-time fraud schemes, with exception of defrauding the ZIRS... which he is currently paying back the taxes he owes."

"Alright... two law enforcement officers are involved. Still could do same solution."

"Governor... these two are the centerpiece of success in Mayor Lionheart's Mammal Inclusion Initiative. If they fail, it would be seen by the Prey species in Zootopia as a deliberate attempt by us to keep the Predators in control of city hall."

Governor Darcy sighed and put his hooves over his eyes. "Gary... you're giving me a migraine. First you tell me we gotta kill everyone involved. Next you tell me it might stem from a female shortage. Then you tell me we can't do this because the two mammals involved are the shining examples we want so the Prey species are kept pacified. What next? If we dissolve the Council of Elders it will cause the collapse of Lapin Society?"

"In essence... that is precisely what would happen." A voice said from the doorway.

Everyone turned around to see what mammal said those words.

"Mr. Jacob Bufford Longears... it has been quite a long time since you last visited us. What is it your law firm is seeking this time?" Governor Darcy motioned towards an empty seat.

"I merely wish to help you solve this nasty little problem. I have my own reasons... suffice it to say, it so happens to benefit you. And the negotiations your office just so happens to be starting soon."

"That is classified information, Mr. Longears. How did you find out?" Garry asked.

"Not important right now. I would be foolish if I didn't have informants who could get me such things. But how I found out doesn't matter; your office could use a skilled negotiator who happens to be a resident expert in all things Lapin Society. I am offering you my firm's services... for a modest fee, of course."

"Mr. Longears, I highly doubt removing an archaic institution will cause the city hall in Bunny Burrow to collapse."

"That is true. The offices in city hall will remain... they are elected positions, fillable by any mammal and we know the are other mammals serving in them. No... I'm referring to the other problem."

"Other problem?" governor Darcy asked.

Mr. Longears continued. "Our elders look forward to the time when they can serve on the council. This enables them to have a chance to make changes they think will better Lapin Society. Some elders are content to remain the head of their burrow; others to serve as public officials. It is those who want to steer the society as a whole... this is where the Council of Elders comes into play."

"I'm still not following your train of thought" Governor Darcy muttered.

Mr. Longears paused for a moment. "There is a certain prestige every public office conveys; none more so than the Council of Elders. Their many years of wisdom have guided Lapin Society through many periods of darkness and uncertainty. They also have smoothed-over the waves of great prosperity; keeping in check our species ability to multiply quickly... even with this longer gestation and pregnancy our does' have in today's world."

"Our elders, especially the council, spend most of their time involved checking on many of our civic institutions; they regularly attend city council meetings, spend time with the chief of police, the sheriff, and fire chief. These institutions benefit greatly... because these elders pass what they learn down through the burrow's governing structure: elder of the burrow to the older rabbits then to the parents and down to unmarried adults. It is the direct involvement of our elders that allow these government institutions to have a lower level of mammals than other cities this size."

"Our elders convey what the elders of the burrows have concerns with, via the governing structure of their burrow, and convey these up to the various civic offices. In this manner our elders help our civic leaders by keeping our younger generation obeying rules and regulations while getting our civic leaders to make changes when change is needed."

"To sum it all up, governor... the Council of Elders does more than hold trials and punish rabbits who stray from social norms. Unfortunately, this seems to get way more attention."

The governor looked at the Buck with distrusting eyes. True, in years gone by his law firm did greatly help his office solve some particularly nasty problems, and their fees were quite reasonable. Still... something told him there was an ulterior motive at work, but for now he needed to get this problem swept under the proverbial rug as quickly as possible. Without appearing to favoritism, or leniency, or any number of things which could negatively affect his re-election chances.

"Alright Mr. Longears, see Mrs. Holt; she'll get the usual paperwork started. Soon as you have your team in place, inform Mr. Holt so she can arrange our first meeting. I want ideas how we are going to proceed."

"Of course. I'll leave you gentlemammals to your previous discussion" he said as he exited the room closing the door behind him.

"Governor," Gary was waving his paw "about my proposal to send a team to investigate the doe problem?"

"Yes yes by all means. Just don't forget to we have negotiations to start soon."


He noticed his informant peeking out from a room down the hall. As he walked towards it, it slinked back into the room. It was a middle-age male weasel who never failed to provide him with first dibs on high-value government upcoming projects.

"Told you it was valuable. And your name has been erased from all paperwork."

"Yes you did. Here's your fee, plus adequate increase to match the value. Now git, before someone sees you."

The weasel slinkered off down the hall. As he watched the mammal leave, he started formulating his plan.


Director Audrey Wilde's mind was obviously somewhere else; because there was a whimsical look upon her face as she was looking at a recent picture on her carrot notebook. Bonnie's daughter, Jenny, had sent it to her only moments ago. This was a series of pics showing Nick being kissed by her siblings.

A knock on her door brought her back to the Present. "Enter."

Mindy Softpaw, a vixen about same age as the director, entered. "Director, we have guests. Oh... did you get the pics from Judy's sister?"

"You didn't view them, did you?"

"Director, that's why we have a computer program to scan it. But no, I haven't."

"Come... Nick is absolutely adorable!"

Mindy walked around the desk to better see the pics.

"Ahhh... yes he is. I remember when my boys were that age. Their aunts loved doing that. What is it with males and their female relatives?"

"They may not be his In-laws yet, but yes... he is treating them as such. Did you know Judy has a sister who is almost a spitting image of her?"

"No, I bet they tried tricking him."

"Yes they tried. He almost fell for it, but he said her sent was off That is how he knew."

"OMG... how did she make amends?"

"You're a female, how do you think she did?"

"Sorry Director... my special underwear drawer isn't so special anymore."

Audrey and Mindy shared a chuckle.

"You really do see Miss Hopps as Family, do you?"

"Yes I do. Nick has really been a good influence on her... and she in turn has pushed him to the brightside of life. Even Ray Charlesmole can see they were made for each other. Ok, send in our visitors. Let's find out what they want." The director put away her carrot notebook and cleared a few papers off her desk.


Judy and Nick were out walking around the lake that bordered several farms, including her family. Hers and Nick's parents were walking with them, her father telling a story or two. Every now and then he would include one about something she had done back in her early kit days. This one in particularly was embarrassing; she was arguing with her sister, Valentina, and a young buck who was dating this sister at the time. It wasn't the argument that her father found humorous when he came to find out what the noise was all about; it was Judy arguing with two naked bunnies... and Judy was oblivious to the buck being naked only inches away from her. She was going to win the argument one way or another. Only when Stu pointed out the situation did Judy realize the situation, and her face turned bright red.

Stu pulled out a photo Jenny had taken of the incident; Judy fully clothed and two bunnies completely naked. "Yes, that's Judy; so focused I wouldn't be surprised she doesn't do this at the ZPD Locker Room."

Nick snickered but resisted making his reply, only because of the death stare his bunny was giving him. This wasn't lost on the elder mammals, who then decided to change the subject.

Judy's ears perked up, followed shortly by her parents. Something was carried on the wind; something like an argument between two mammals trying not to be heard. Judy carefully made her way through the tall grass, and after a few hundred feet found the source. Peering through the partly separated leaves, Nick's muzzle just above her ears and her elder mammals finding their own space to look through... there was Finnick arguing as softly as he could with another fox. A vixen. A Fennec vixen fox!

It took all her self-control not to scream like Benjamin would have. She watched the scene for several minutes, storing away important information. It was Nick who tapped on her shoulder and motioned to move away, his subtle way of saying *Let's leave them be*... he did likewise to the elders.

Once they were back on the path and sufficiently far away, Judy couldn't contain herself. She squealed and did her characteristic happy dance; something the elders found endearing. Nick captured this on his zphone while Judy was distracted, and sent it to Jenny with a short caption *Just discovered something perfect*.

The remainder of their walk was spent talking to the neighbors as they came across them. Questions about when the trial would resume was most frequently asked. Otherwise it was the general news what's happening; births and special events, latest couplings and break-ups of teenage bunnies, crop yields and pest problems, and of course the upcoming Fair.

It was at Sunset when they finally arrived back at the Hopps Farm, Officer Fanghanel showing his relief. Even though he had been receiving regular reports via the various teams, and the occasional one from the sheriff deputy as he past them on his rounds a few times, nothing put his mind at ease like having his charges nearby.

Some of the elder aunts and uncles, both foxes and rabbits, returned to their homes... making it clear they would return soon as the trial resumed. Some of Stu's kits started friendships with one of Nick's aunts, and zmails were passing between them. Occasionally Nick would have to interpret a word or phrase that foxes used and rabbits didn't; sometimes these words were only in the language fox spoke, which required going online to a translator... and deciphering which meaning best matched the intended one of the elder fox. Sometimes Nick would have to call them and ask a few questions, and then explain to the young bunny what was meant.


Director Audrey Wilde, Commander Camella Warmpaw, and Camila Bogo were sitting in the large lounge listening to the government representative discussing the concern about the infertility problem in the local doe population, and why it was suspected to have played a large part in how this trial began in the first place. Audrey knew this was being used as an election year ploy, so she would have to carefully manipulate it to minimize any disruption to current research going on.

"Sir; we already have both of the local universities involved with trying to find methods to reverse this, including our own resources. A couple recent breakthroughs have shown promise; even the military has a small team working on this. Go back to the governor and tell him everything is being handled" Director Wilde said in as neutral tone of voice she could muster.

Secretary Gary Muckelow looked at the director. "I am here because the governor is concerned. Specifically, the trial of Officers Hopps and Wilde has pulled the government into this mess. Therefore the governor feels that not only must the government deal with renegotiating the Charter Agreement... but he also wants the underlying cause dealt with. Obviously Officer Hopps is a highly-desirable doe; and whoever spilled the beans on her must have plans to separate her from her lover while also preventing the council from executing her. He wants the infertility problem solved pronto. That is why we are taking over."

Camila Bogo stared at the official. "Are you having difficulty hearing? Everything possible is already being done. How are you going to get research done faster... when we have quite a large number of mammals already dealing with it?"

"Camila... he's our guest. Just give him the facts." Her boss, Camella Warmpaw gently chided her.

Secretary Mucklow thought for a moment. "Do we have any idea when these doe's became infertile?"

"Most become infertile when they go to Dark Secret Alley for abortion services."

"Why? What would force a young doe to go to that extreme?"

"Teenage does' sometimes use sexual activity to increase their physical maturity... it's something unique to bunny physiology. Not all... but some. It is these who miscalculate their cycle and thus become unwanted pregnant... who seek to end their mistake. For a variety of reasons they don't want to marry the buck responsible; normally because they are using him as a means to get the buck they really want. So they visit Dark Secret Alley to get rid of the problem."

"Can't they just take some kind of medicine?"

Camella Warmpaw jumped in. "Our research labs are working on a hormone-based birth control. Preliminary results are promising. Adult does use an herb; it's an ancient method that works, but after a few months it becomes erratic. Stopping use and waiting a few months does reset the body... and then the doe can resume use. Teenage does cannot use this herb; it reacts adversely to the growth hormone teenagers have a lot of, but adult does do not. Hence why our research labs are working on the hormone treatment... that and trying to figure out the infertility problem."

"So... it is there, in that alley, where this all starts?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, every time we attempt to find the mammal that performs such services... they can't be found. We've sent in agents disguised as young pregnant does, and we attempted to follow pregnant young does; all to no avail."

"So... you've given up?"

"No. In the last year we finally convinced the Council of Elders to officially sanction our own abortion services at Zootopia General Hospital. We had certain conditions and protections put in place: 1). Free of charge, No questions asked. 2). Young Bunnies involved must attend sex addiction class with Travis and Martha Quickburrow; who are our Sex-disorder teachers and part-time Council members themselves. 3). Elders of the burrow and Parents are notified only to ensure these young bunnies make all appointments. Punishment is up to these adults, although most adults use being chaperones as the punishment."

"Has this helped the situation?"

"Mixed results. Mistrust is still the major obstacle. Young bunnies don't want the stigma of the addiction that sometimes comes with attending the class. We are trying to find other ways short of total isolation. Currently we are trying a week-long stay at the council's compound; the one where the adult classes are taught at. We are building a new campground with access to the beach and ocean... as a more permanent solution. How this will affect Travis and Martha Quickburrow's methods, we don't know. But... it is a start."

"Ok, so you have a cheap but embarrassing option to the known alternative. We will handle the alley problem for you." Secretary Mucklow started entering data on his zphone.


"Hey boss, tell me again why we are doing this?" Agent Golden was not happy being in this position; holding onto the underside of a large tree branch.

"Colonel Kohle received a request from the governor asking for GSD to assist in the investigation. Apparently there's something happening which is causing the rabbit females to become sterile. It all happens right here; so we are going to use our specialized skills to succeed where the Zootopia Health Commission has failed."

"Would you two cut down on the chatter? I've got something... sending it to you now." Agent Walker hit the *send* button. Moments later Agent Savage was looking at it, as was the other members of the team.

"I've seen this before." Agent Rogers was trying to recall exactly where, then she found it. "This is similar to the Mandford case; a kidnapping involving two crime lords against each other. I only know about it because I was undercover with another team, and it happened in front of us. Suffice it to say, after a long and difficult task; we managed to track down the kidnapped mammal. We were prevented from rescuing the mammal by one of the crime boss; said it was their member, their responsibility. He gave me a coin to use should I ever come across another situation similar to this; all I had to do was show it to a specific polar bear at a specific place."

"Hmmm... let's investigate further." Savage indicated which direction he wanted each team member to go.


From under the deck of a nearby saloon, two glowing eyes carefully watched Agent Savage. It didn't move; it didn't make any noise that could alert anyone especially this government agent to its presence. It merely watched and gathered information as it made mental notes. A few times some large mammal unaware of its presence walked above it; the boards pressed against its back and temporarily semi-squishing it... still it made no noise. THIS was the discipline that the Dark Underground paid certain member very well.

When it was certain that the government agents had moved well far away, it removed a sat-phone and placed a call. Government agents, especially GSD, had to be reported asap to its boss. It collected enough information to suspect these agents were here about the special project, or as the local health department called it... the abortion clinic. This was nothing that could be allowed to be discovered; it would result in years of carefully orchestrated plans to go up in smoke.

After relaying the information and getting new instructions, it ended the call. It pressed a hidden button on its clothing, sending out a coded message to the other operative. The new instructions were clear; as soon as these government agents had moved out of the area, they were to move the operation and sanitize the shop. If they suspected these agents learned even a smidgen of what really was going on... then they were to burn down the building.


"You suspect what?" Gary Muckelow had the call on speaker phone so the currently assemble team and members of Zootopia Health Commission all could hear.

"Agent Rogers confirms the readings match an old case. What we found so far suggests some level of organized crime is involved. I'm asking permission to enter the shop... and additional resources to be sent here asap. We will wait until they get here. Don't take too long... readings suggest we are being watched."

Director Wilde was barking orders into her landline phone; Commander Warmpaw had called ZPD and currently talking to Clawhauser. Several members of the Governor's Inquiry were sending secure zmail messages back to their departments... and Secretary Mucklow was calling the governor to send a brief update.

"Roger that, Team Bravo. We're sending the calvary."


Mr. Big was in his study developing plans when a polar bear knocked the pass-code on the front door and then entered. "Boss... our snitch in the ZPD sent an emergency message. GSD's Team Bravo has requested help. They were conducting investigation into Dark Secret Alley; the rabbit abortion mystery."

Mr. Big thought for a moment. "Is our contact in the GSD there?"

"Yes, boss. She is the one who discovered the evidence this team was looking for."

"Contact our friends there. Have them discreetly help cover these agents. Let the GSD remain unaware of the danger they are facing, kill any mammal that lifts a paw against them."

The polar bear bowed, and then went out the door... closing it behind him.

"Boss" Koslov leaned close to his boss and best friend. "This GSD agent, wasn't she partly responsible for the Godmother's wounds?"

Mr. Big looked up into his best friend's eyes. "Perhaps she is. The GSD did not lift a paw to help the Godmother; but neither did they raise it against her. Their actions today show they are on her side. This Agent Rogers has helped us in the past, and her actions here today speak of her commitment to whatever concerns the Godmother. I will overlook the GSD's complacency in the Godmother's wounds so long as they continue to work on her behalf."

Koslov nodded his head in agreement.


Bunny Burrow Convention Center was agreed upon location for these negotiations. It was near here that the original negotiations were held almost a century ago. It was also close enough that the Matron of Proceedings and the Chancellor of Proceedings could communicate with the Council of Elders easily. It was considered friendly territory for both sides.

The main meeting room had been revamped solely for this meeting. Two large, wide tables had been brought in; one for the governor's negotiation team, the other for the Council of Elder's negotiation team. On each table the covering reached down to the floor on the side facing the other team; mostly for privacy reasons. The usual items decorated each table: water glasses, pitchers of water or other beverage, nameplates, facial tissue, and other items.

It was agreed that the Matron and Chancellor would be allowed two personal guards to stand near them at the negotiation table; and the Governor would have his own security of same number. Each side would be allowed a roaming security detail within the room, and a team at the door to this room. The local police and sheriff provided the remainder of security around the building.

The Matron and Chancellor, aka Miriam Cloverson and Marcus Fleetfoot, were sitting at their designated places; with the public relations officer on one side and their legal team, Sven Prairie and Nathan Daniels from the law firm Hunter McGregor and Associates on the other. Several assistants from the law firm were sitting behind the attorneys', ready to get any information needed at a moment's notice.

The Governor was sitting in his place; the state attorney general sitting on his left, and Mr. Jacob Longears on his right. As with the defense law firm, there were several assistants behind him. His name and his law firm were displayed on place card in front of him: Sum Hunt Ewe and Associates.

The moderator for these negotiations was an old ram who is a retired judge; Arthur Dent. It was 9Am when he walked into the room. Customary greetings were exchanged and when finished the old ram motioned for silence.

"Let us not waste time with these needless greetings, so I'll let this morning's usage go without complaint. However... as long as these proceeding go on, do not waste time by uttering them. Now, let's hear the basics of each side's position. Governor, your side first, since you are the complainant."

Jacob Longears stood up. "Your honor; On Monday of this week the Defendants, that is the Council of Elders over there, conducted what amounted to a switch-n-bait trial. They changed the scope of the trial by changing the venue where the testing would be taken place. The original defendants, fox and rabbit, had prepared their defense strictly for a courtroom defense, not the outside obstacle course they were subjected to. It is our objection to this needless testing on the grounds that such actions are outdated and nothing more than a quest for power."

"We contend that Lapin Society has evolved beyond the tight controls this council currently exercises. There are now laws and regulations and even education to prepare young rabbits for life outside of Lapin Society. Most rabbit families are accepting of predators as close friends, even dating partners during high school years... which nearly all rabbits outgrow and form natural romantic relationships with other rabbits. Therefore we contend that the Council of Elders methods are outdated... and since the council itself is not an official member of Zootopia's judicial system, they have no jurisdiction in the first place."

"Since the rabbits they currently exercise judgement over are not officially in their control... the council is exercising jurisdiction wrongly." He then sat down.

Judge Dent scribbled something into a notepad, and then nodded to the matron and chancellor. "Matron, Chancellor... your turn."

Sven Prairie stood up. "Your honor; this council in ages gone by did indeed exercised nearly total control over Lapin Society. But it was forced to surrender most of its authority to govern Lapin Society... nearly one hundred years ago. Without our guidance, we were greatly surprised that Lapin's did not kill themselves. They actually thrived... therefore the council stopped seeking to regain that which they lost."

"Having said this... we are not exercising our authority or jurisdiction wrongly. We only operate within the parameters set forth by the Charter Agreement."

"But to call the methods of testing used for determining mammals mettle... outdated... is to misunderstand that such testing is an important part of detecting falsehood. Without it, a non-rabbit can easily hide its true intentions."

"In hindsight, the council concedes that the testing method chosen on Monday was the wrong one... we should have gone for capturing them instead of using deadly force. Their mettle would still have been determined. Therefore, we are willing to change our methods in light of a mammal's training and abilities. We are not, however... willing to concede any more of our authority. Lapin Society still greatly benefits by our involvement." He too sat down upon finishing.

Once again Judge Dent scribbled more notes into his notebook.

"All right... thank you to both sides for keeping this civil. Governor; I see that the Council has offered the first conciliatory gesture and wiliness to compromise. I strongly suggest you match it."

"Your honor; we accept their gesture and are willing to discuss specifics, either now or later today." Mr. Longears replied.

Nathan Daniels stood up. "Your honor... we ask that you over-rule Zootopia First Judicial Court on its ruling barring the death penalty. If the predator involved is deceiving the prey, it stands to reason it will at some point drop out of the relationship and seek a younger bunny. This is the type our ancient manuals seek to remove."

Mr. Longears stood and looked over at his opposing counselor. "Good sir; do you have any idea what foxes romance consists of? What it means to them to form such strong bonds?"

Mr. Daniels thought for a moment, and then spoke. "No, I have no direct knowledge. Males are like any other male regardless of species. They actively seek females when they sense a mating opportunity. Predators are by nature quite outgoing. It stands to reason that they are equally aggressive in their romantic relationships."

Mr. Longears suppressed a giggle... barely. This earned him a stern look and strong rebuke from the judge.

"My apologies; I meant no insult. My good rabbit... how wrong you are! Here's a short lesson. Foxes keep this knowledge I'm about to impart to you almost as secretive as our own does' ability to control their heat cycles."

"Foxes, and all Vulpes, are not the Casanovas the rest of the mammal world thinks they are. On the contrary; they mate for life... remaining celibate after their mate has died. THAT is the dedication they show and promise to them. Rabbits do not have that same dedication. Perhaps this is something the Council of Elders should seriously consider when they judge the fox officer."

Everyone in the room was struck speechless upon learning this factoid about foxes. It was precisely the effect Mr. Longears had wanted.

Judge Arthur Dent cleared his throat. "Alright, I will consider your request regarding the death penalty after lunch. On that note I call these negotiations in recess for Lunch. Meet back here at 1Pm." He struck the gavel and then departed the room.


Nick sighed. Judy was in full matchmaker mode. Since she couldn't go to work and her injuries still hurt, she obviously was using this time to figure a way to get those two Fennec foxes together. At the moment she was using her skills she had been studying after hours as part of her progressing towards the rank of Detective... she wanted to learn as much as she could about the young vixen. This meant she had convinced her mother to allow her to go with the lunch delivery crew, and she brought along her zphone so Nick would be able to contact her. Unfortunately Nick knew what she was going to do and was waiting in the van.

"Nick, why are you here?"

"Same reason as you; I'm gonna prevent Finnick from taking your hide. That... and I want to know more about this Fennec vixen myself."

"Ok, but I do all the talking. Got it?"

"Only as long as you two females don't burn time needlessly. Such as getting bogged down on shoes or nail polish."

"Males. Don't know why setting-up something romantic is important for us."

An hour later they arrived at the lookout post where the vixen was standing watch. Finnick was nowhere to be seen; in fact she said he had just left not too long ago to check on the next post. Judy spent the next hour talking feminine stuff and their ideas in males they like dating. While it didn't take long for Judy to learn the vixen's name, Valarie, and basic personal information, it did take some cleaver slight-of-hand methods to learn her past.

Valarie Keen. No, she wasn't a cousin or even distant cousin of Nick's. Unless you went back nearly 200 year find their common ancestor. Judy had to tell her how she and Nick decided to make the plunge and start dating. It was an interesting story. It had been a slow progression of events; it started with an emergency brought on by one late-evening shift that they decided to stay over at her old apartment and sleep a few hours before resuming their shift. It was the one that Bucky and Pronk lived next door. Nick had once joked that if they weren't her neighbors, he might have put the moves on Judy.

Valarie learned something new; dating is very important step for bunnies. Judy's next tale told about their next dating milestone: moving-in together. The new apartment was almost same size as Judy's old one, except this actually had its own bathroom. Nick had difficulty learning how to live with a female; but for Judy he slogged through it. Judy had to learn that she no longer could lay on her side of the bed naked with earbuds in her ears... Nick was a male after all, and that situation proved too tempting. Valarie snickered at this; it proved her suspicions that males indeed seemed to have most of their brain-power down-there. She was also surprised that the rabbit stereotype most mammals knew wasn't so accurate after all; rabbits do multiply quickly, but they aren't sexually active all the time. But it is true they crave it more frequently than other animals.

Valarie finally learned what Judy suspected led up to their current troubles with the council. Early in their dating Judy often drug Nick into the files room for a quickie. She didn't know at the time there were cameras hidden throughout ZPD Precinct One... they had captured their lovemaking in painstaking detail. Someone copied some of these and sent them to the Council of Elders, which was used as proof of violating the ancient prohibitions. Bucky and Pronk had video tapped many of Judy's early escapades with Nick in her old apartment; this too was used as evidence.

Judy learned something interesting about this vixen. She was valedictorian of her high school class, and had equally high grades throughout her college years. This appeared to be a major obstacle in dating; male foxes were attracted to her slim, petite, and athletic body. She held a master's degree in Finance and Accounting; but wherever she worked, in any of the Fortune 500 companies... she spent more time rejecting dating offers than actually performing her job. So when she was approached by a polar bear with a job offer, she leaped at the chance. It proved fortuitous; and the mammal in charge's daughter seemed to have taken an instant liking to her. In fact, Fru Fru Shrewney had a mammal in mind she wanted Valarie to see. It turned out to be love at first sight; although this old bachelor was extremely resistant to being around her for any amount of time.

Judy grinned. She now had a plan... and a back-up one should this one go south.

Before Judy and Nick left, she invited Vickie to the house for dinner that evening. She had ulterior motives, but this time it was to get her mother's and maybe her grandmother's opinion on how to set-up this vixen with Finnick. Later that night her instincts proved correct. Bonnie and Elizabeth had zeroed-in this vixen was definitely interested in Finnick, and he was equally interested in her. Elizabeth picked-up on his uncertainty about Valarie's intentions about the job, and directly questioned her. This was embarrassing not only to the young vixen, but Finnick, Nick, Bonnie, and Judy. But as the more experienced matchmaker... her instincts proved to break the proverbial ice without damaging the relationship. Valarie revealed it was the boss's daughter that orchestrated the get-together, and this greatly relieved and annoyed Finnick; he was increasingly being convinced she was a *plant* and must be gotten rid of discretely. She was indeed a plant... just not what he thought. Of course it also helped that Nick's parents and grandparents where there... so it wasn't totally elder rabbit verses young fox; Jackie and Audrey helped smooth over ruffled feathers.


"Mr. Daniels, what on earth do you think you're doing?" The Matron asked somewhat incredulous.

The attorney straightens his jacket and started his explanation. "We need to be the first to show the court that we are willing to compromise. After all, we started this on the bottom; I intend to outflank my opponent. He most likely will attempt to box us into a corner where we have no options but those of his choosing. That never ends well for us. Instead, I'll make my own suggestion to the governor."

"And just exactly what do you propose?" The Chancellor asked.

"You hired the Global Security Division to help you update your computer systems, correct? In exchange you agreed to do work for them. I'm proposing something similar. You should hire or allow some kind of law enforcement to be stationed on the estate... I'd recommend either the local sheriff or the ZPD. This will give you an independent outside source of expertise that is current with today's methods. It will also give you additional expertise in determining wither or not a mammal is being less than truthful. Bonus... they are required to keep their skillset up-to-date; so you won't have to worry about doing it yourself."

"This... is unconventional. I'm not certain how our current Head of Security will react."

"He doesn't have to lose his job; and I'm not suggesting replacing him. It can be the sheriff's deputy, which you'll have to reimburse him for replacing one body and maintaining training requirements... or it can be a member of the ZPD. Heck... should that bunny and fox be acquitted, they would make excellent choice. If I understand correctly, Matron, didn't you wish to recruit the bunny?"

The Matron's eyes lit up. Yes, it would be an excellent choice. Unconventional, but many younger Councilors who work part-time on council business have normal jobs outside the Council of Elders. Her nose started twitching... and it wasn't lost on the Chancellor.

"I think the Matron likes this suggestion, counselor. I approve of it as well."

"Excellent. I'll write-up my proposal and my staff put it into proper format. Now, let's go for lunch."


"Mr. Longears; what do you think you're doing?"

Jacob Longears looked at the governor and smiled. "I gave you the upper hand. By proving that the Council of Elders was working from a false assumption, namely that all foxes are sexually promiscuous *cassanovas*... we can prove that they have other false assumptions."

"I don't like your tone that you used back there; it wasn't what I expected. Besides... my staff agreed with what you said the other day. We need the council to remain in place if nothing more than to keep rabbit society stabilized. Besides, what they really need is outside help... help that will do the necessary work of keeping up with all things legal and advise them accordingly. Now... you appear to be going against you advice you gave us."

"Governor; I only need to push them just to the point where they are willing to concede to whatever you want. At this point we can offer them an olive branch; if they become a part of your judicial system and allow all their verdicts to be overseen and approved by your court system... then you will allow them to remain in control of their estate. But you will appoint a law firm to oversee their operations, from an office on their estate."

The governor suddenly understood what this conniving rabbit was up to all along. "You... you want to be this appointed representative."

Jacob Longears smiled. "For such an intelligent and quick witted politician, you really were slow on this one. So what's it going to be, governor: a simple little appointment that will wipe clean your plate of IOU's to my law firm... or fire me and try your chances with another firm. Are they up to the challenge? Can they guarantee you complete victory? I can."

This was something his administration was trying hard to avoid; giving work to political interests that did not go through the bidding process as required by law. Sure, previous administrations did just enough paperwork to pass first glance but not a thorough investigation. And now here he was; in a position that seemed only two possible choices. He needed time to formulate other choices. But first he needed to keep this blackmailer working.

"Alright Mr. Longears... upon successful completion of this case I will make a public announcement of your firm being a temporary appointed as our overseers. I have six months to find a replacement firm, should any agree to my list of qualifications."

They shook paws and went separate ways for Lunch. Jacob Longears was pleased at himself. "*whew* Almost blew my cover!" He quietly said to himself. "But everything is falling into place. Soon I will be able to control the bunny's fate directly; and that of the fox." He could think of several nasty things that could solve his fox problem.


Agent Savage and his team did indeed survive to get inside the store, and although it had been emptied and appeared abandoned... there still were traces of the chemicals that were used to sterilize the young bunnies after the abortions had been completed. It also helped that a data chip had somehow lodged itself into a large crevice in the floorboard behind what once was a large cabinet. It had provided detail how the abortions been done, then the secondary procedure to sterilize. The voice on the video had assured the young bunny that the secondary procedure was nothing more than speeding-up the clotting process so she could go home quicker. Chemical analysis on samples of the floorboards proved which chemical was used for the secondary procedure. Basically, it interrupted how fertilized eggs implanted themselves in the uterus... which stopped any pregnancy from happening. Any fertilize eggs simply passed on through the womb. These females have been fertile all along! No one could tell any difference, just as the doctor wanted.

This was the big break Zootopia General Hospital needed. Soon the surgeons discovered how to reverse the sterilization procedure, and after making sure the scars healed, they verified that several young does did indeed become pregnant on their first attempt. It became headline news nearly overnight. Unfortunately due to the nature of the sterilization procedure and the method to reverse it, most pregnancies had to be a combination of natural birth and cesarean section. Considering the alternative, it was preferable.

Little was anyone aware of the silent assistance they received by the skilled snipers as they *harassed* the Dark Underground agents, ultimately getting them to leave the area.


Secretary of state Gary Muckelow was more than happy to leave Zootopia and resume his life in the state capital. Zootopia was nice... but it lacked the high culture nightlife he had gotten used to. He had plenty of work to do; writing a Situation Report was first thing, scheduling emergency funding for those many does that now could have their infertility reversed, and of course writing the awards packages for everyone involved.


Director of GSD Judi Dench, her real name still being kept secret, and Colonel Gregory Kohl were sitting in the ZHC briefing room, going over the reports.

"I can't believe we solved this case nearly by sneezing on it" Ms. Dench muttered.

"We have techniques and methods which are unique to us, director" Colonel Kohle said with a smile that conveyed his pride in his team.

"A simple chemical test of the premises could have told them it!"

"You're forgetting something, director: it's easy to do it when the shop is empty and deserted. No furniture to move, no mandatory getting search warrant, no uncooperative tenants."

"What about those assassins they left behind?"

"Our agents could have handled them blindfolded, if they were not focusing solely on the shop. We got lucky; apparently the locals liked us and helped remove those assassins. I'm only guessing. But it fits what happened; whoever was targeting us simply does not abandon their things without good reason."

At that moment Director Wilde and the mammals that were with her in this room previously... entered and assumed their seats.

"Director Dench, thank you for agreeing to this closing meeting. We wish to thank you and your agents for a miraculously fast completion of your investigation."

"Miraculous? My agents do what the good lord only dreams of."

"I'm certain the director meant to say" Kohl gave the mouse a stern look "was this: she is pleased our agents were able to complete it thanks to your speedy relaying their request for assistance to the appropriate authorities."

Director Wilde knew the Colonel was trying to share the success. He was right about one thing; it was the timely getting information to the ZPD and other law enforcement agencies that allowed for reinforcements to arrive just in time to capture the assassins. These were resting in Chief Bogo's jail cells, and under watch.

"Thank you Colonel. But your agency gets the lion's share of the credit. Next time we run into a difficult to solve situation, we'll be sure not to wait so long before we call you for help."

"How are the female bunnies doing?" Director Dench asked.

She turned to the mouse. "Director, we can go watch a couple operations if you like."

"Do I look like a Peeping Toni? No, we shall not. I just want to be kept in the loop on how they are progressing. Let's just say I won't feel like our part is completed until the last doe is operated on."

Audrey knew the feeling. "Agreed, Director. Now... shall we complete signing these paperwork and go about our merry way?"


The Leadership of the Dark Underground was not happy.

It was their intention to introduce this very medical procedure at some date in the near future. Once the number of infertile does' reached a critical number... they would introduce this cure at an incredibly steep price. Effectively it would have turned the monies these does' earned from going into household expenses and straight to the pockets of the Dark Underground. The potential for profits were astronomical.

But it was the agreement with the foreign power that had the leadership concerned. This partner demanded a certain number of rabbits from Bunny Burrow to be shipped each month. They were just getting ready to increase this number as soon as the critical number in infertile does' was reached. The leadership knew these rabbits were being used as a food source; and once their cure was introduced, the Dark Underground could use it to secure a certain number of rabbits as payment... and ship them to the foreign partner. Since few of its members were rabbits, it made little difference to them; as long as the rabbit shipments remained profitable.


"Sir... it's for you. Judge Arthur Dent."

Judge Matheus of the Superior Court was slightly alarmed. Why was the judge overseeing the negotiations on the Charter Agreement calling him? Only one way to find out. He picked up the handset and pressed the blinking button. "Hello Judge Dent. To what do I owe the honor of this call?"

"Greetings, Judge Matheus. Sorry to both you, just had a few questions I wanted to ask someone who's reasonably neutral."

"If you want someone who's really neutral, you may call the judge I sent this to for preliminary hearing; Judge Arnold Ramson of the First Circuit Court of Zootopia."

"I just might do that. But it would be improper to go directly to him before talking to his superior first. Besides... I want your opinion on this whole mess. Here's what I got so far. The council admitted it might have used the wrong technique on Monday's trial. It also admitted to misunderstanding fox's dating principles. And it appears that the governor's legal rep is going for blood."

"What about fox dating etiquette? They're just like all males."

"That's what I thought, too. But I just called a medical expert on foxes and the doctor confirmed it; both male and female foxes marry for life. Once they are in a serious dating relationship, they do not stray. While they are enjoying the intimacy of the relationship, they are seriously measuring it; seeing if the mammal, a female in this case, is worthy of committing their lives to. This is what separates foxes from other predators."

"That... that is something indeed. I wonder if the Lapins understood this about foxes, would they even bothered with the trial?"

"My thoughts exactly. Perhaps they might even update their Bylaws to forgo their previous assumptions." Judge Dent cleared his throat. "What do you know about this lawyer, Mr. Jacob Longears?"

"He's trouble. Good and talented attorney... but seems to me he has an agenda which he puts before his clients. Can't prove it; just my spidey senses telling me."

"You're not the only one. Alright... I'll take his recommendations with a grain of salt. Is there anything you would like me to consider about this case? Any recommended solutions?"

"Keep the Council of Elders intact. They made a serious mistake but their intentions were honorable. We need to help them keep-up with the times... so I'd make them accountable to our judicial system. I'd create a new circuit court and give it oversight of the council."

"Who should pay the piper for this mistake?"

"If it's anyone's head that should roll... it's the matron and patron, and I'd include the top administration officials. They failed to cover their boss's arses. The council will hold a vote to replace the matron and chancellor; and the other positions will be a simple step up to the next higher position." Judge Matheus paused.

"But... I think we could punish the council simply by 1). Place the council under the oversight of another court, and 2). Place a full-time law enforcement agency on their estate, either a ZPD outpost of the local sheriff or both... these two suggestions will give the council enough expertise from an outside source that should prevent them from making these types of mistakes again. I have no problem with them testing the Accused as they call them... it's just the possibility of death before getting a trial that I have a disagreement with."

"Hmmm... I'll take your suggestions under advisement. They are good. Ok, have a good day!"

After hanging up the handset, Judge Matheus pondered what was just talked about. He was concerned about the rabbit lawyer who somehow got himself selected to be the governor's legal representative. But... it was out of his hooves. He merely made a mental note to keep tabs on him.


The showy figure listened to his new set of instructions, acknowledges them, and ended the call. He pulled-up the information on his zphone and made mental notes on the bunny. In a previous call he was given the contact number to the informant inside the estate. He placed the call, verified the mammal that answered, and left his list of actions and the timetable each one was to be completed by. Some of these could only be done one the trial resumed, but he didn't mind. After ending the call, he went on to his next task.


Judge Dent walked into the main meeting room and took his seat. "Alright everyone, let's continue. Mr. Daniels, you go first this time."

Nathan Daniels placed a folder before the judge and then another one before his opposing counsel. "Your honor; we have discussed what happened earlier this morning and came up with a proposal we think that will be satisfactory to both your honor and to the Governor as well." He paused, waiting for both party's to take a brief glimpse through the paperwork within. After what seemed like an hour, the judge nodded.

The young attorney continued. "We propose this: Establish a permanent law enforcement presence on the estate's grounds. It can be either a sheriff's deputy, with daily visits from the sheriff. Or it can be a ZPD officer, with a bit more personnel. These personnel have authority to vent the *Accused* prior to any action by the Council. We will allow them to be present during all aspects of the trial; they can ensure neither the Council members nor the *Accused* are being dishonest or deceitful."

Mr. Longears scoffed. "This is a nice start. But your clients owe more."

Judge Dent rapped his gavel. "That is enough, Mr. Longears. Critique it, offer a counter proposal, or reject it. These are standard practices you should be well aware of by now."

"Apologies, your honor. Mr. Daniels... We accept your proposal."

"Great! First compromise is in the can. Let's see more. Mr. Longears, your turn."

The attorney thought for a moment, and then Mr. Longears addressed his opponent. "We would like accountability. But for now, we propose the creation of a new court. We propose this court oversee all rulings made by the Council before they are put into effect... especially the Death Penalty. We simply want to ensure their rights are protected under Zootopian Law."

Chancellor and Matron leaned forward and whispered to their attorneys, then straightened up. "Acceptable."

"Wonderful. Your turn, Councilor." The old ram smiled.

Sven Prairie and Nathan Daniels gathered with their clients and talked in hushed tones. A few minutes later, Mr. Prairie spoke. "We want assurances that our court has sole jurisdiction to try these cases. Its judgements are final and without appeal. Our verdicts are final; and delivered immediately. This minimizes time for joyous celebration to begin; and it minimizes time for the condemned to suffer awaiting their sentence to be carried out."

Mr. Longears had a wolfish grin upon his face. "Oh? Minimizing the agony before death you say?" He opened a folder and pulled out a few documents. He handed them to the judge and his opposing counsel. "Like these recent cases you had judged as Guilty... only to discover a few weeks later that you were wrong? Isn't it worthwhile to at least wait a month or so, to see if something comes up to vindicate them?"

"Those situations you described came about because law enforcement discovered the deceit of the mammal that submitted the claim, or was given the claim and submitted it on behalf of the actual opponent. With the involvement of the Global Security Division, these cases have greatly been reduced... back to historical levels."

"But not entirely, am I correct? They are going back up, as these papers detail."

"We along with the GSD have noticed a common trend among those. We are not at liberty to say at this time, because of the ongoing investigation being conducted within the GSD in cooperation with ZPD."

Judge Dent rapped his gavel. "I shall throw a proposal on the proverbial table that modifies the Governors' proposal: I propose a new circuit court to be formed, based here in Bunny Burrow. It shall have the normal duties as other circuit courts; but its primary purpose is to oversee most actions of the Court of Elders. Any case with a penalty of death shall be reviewed no later than one working day after judgement was rendered and approved / disapproved no later than ten days after receipt from the Estate."

An assistant opened a folder, took out a couple bundles of documents, and then handed one bundle to each group of lawyers.

"Your honor, we the Council will table this request for later discussion in private. Tomorrow we should have an answer for you."

"Your honor, the government will do likewise."

Judge Dent looked at the Matron and Chancellor. "Your turn."

Sven Prairie stood up. "We propose the Council be given authority to oversee the city government of Bunny Burrow. Since we are doing so already, this will be nothing more than formalizing what we are already doing. It merely makes us accountable for becoming involved in the community."

The Governor frowned. "Why make this formal? Since you are already doing this, just continue."

"We could be considered as overstepping our authority. This just legally allows the Council to continue doing what we are already doing. It protects us while we go about the business of attending city hall meetings, same as we do with the police department, fire department, and any other public departments."

"Splendid. I'll place it on the proverbial table. Mr. Longears, your turn."

Mr. Longears took out a few documents from his folder. "We propose the Governor's office to assign a law firm, vetted and approved by the General Assembly. This law firm shall oversee the trials, having a representative observing directly each one as they are in session. This law firm shall ensure the verdicts are processed and reported to the new circuit court."

Sven Prairie stood up. "We reject this proposal. The function described can easily be done by the proposed law enforcement official; itself is an independent entity from the Council. I suspect my honorable counselor merely wishes to create a revenue stream his firm can legally charge this Council. We shall not entertain this proposal any longer."

"It is a valid proposal" Mr. Longears countered. "We shall keep it on the proverbial table."

Judge Dent rapped his gavel. "Proposal shall remain on the table. Action on it is not guaranteed."

"Matron, Chancellor; your turn."

Sven Prairie cleared his throat. "We propose the following: the right of the Council of Elders to review all court cases within the Zootopia Judicial System that has rabbits as either plaintiffs or defendants. During the Adult Initiation Classes, all rabbits were instructed on the laws of Bunny Burrow and briefly those of Zootopia. Primarily, this class focused on how to relate with Other Animals. We seek legal access so we can verify wither or not our curriculum is adequately preparing our young rabbits for living in the Real World."

Mr. Longears was getting ready to rebuff... until the Governor placed a paw on his shoulder and glared at him. "Your honor, we will consider this request."

Judge Dent smiled broadly. "Excellent! Any other proposals either side wishes to make?"

Nathan Daniels stood up. "We propose the following: since the Council has been operating under what we thought was our legal authority... we request immunity from legal prosecution in regards to the current case involving Officers Hopps and Wilde. In exchange for this, we will agree to compensate the officers, the ZPD, and the city of Zootopia for the loss of use of these law enforcement officials."

The Governor once again placed a paw on Mr. Longears shoulders. "Your honor, we will consider this proposal." The Governor said. "And the government has no further proposal we wish to consider at this time."

Judge Dent nodded his head. "Does the Council have anything they wish to propose?" After seeing the Matron and Chancellor shake their head in the negative, he rapped his gavel. "I am stopping this negotiation right here... and at this time give my verdict on the request placed before me shortly before Lunch."

He opened a folder and pulled out a few documents. "I am granting the request to reinstate the Death Penalty in the current case, which is pending outcome of these negotiations. This reinstatement comes with only one condition: should the verdict be death, it shall be reviewed by a court of my choosing. Otherwise, should the verdict be Genuine, using the wording of the Council... the mammals shall be released immediately, in keeping with the Council's tradition."

The Matron and Chancellor were thrilled.

"We are in recess until tomorrow morning at 9Am."


Judy and Nick were in the main living room, having their normally scheduled medical treatment. Judy was looking at Dr. Rosco while the medic from the Council's Estate was doing the work. Dr. Rosco and his nurse assistant looked like they were dead on their feet.

"Doctor, shouldn't you get some rest? You don't look very well."

"It's been one hectic week. Ever since Zootopia Medical University discovered the procedure to reverse our *infertile doe* problem, every doctor has been working overtime to make a dent in the extremely large backlog... except those larger than wolves. The military has sent their doctors to help, and nearby cities has allowed our rabbits to travel there to receive the operation. The Governor has established funding so all Does' can go to any hospital for the operation. Still... the backlog is huge."

"Doctors? Isn't that the job of surgeons?" Nick asked.

"Yes, but to get as many Does' back to normal, we are having one surgeon per operation; assisted by a doctor and nurse added to the usual operation team. It's a bit crowded, but it works. Bonus: the doctors get credit hours towards certification for surgeon."

At that moment the newest *couple* strode into the room.

"Well well... look what the cat dragged in." Nick smirked. Finnick would have rushed over and bit his ear... but he was currently in a bear hug by a very happy Fennec vixen.

"Babe, let me go so I can teach this youngster a lesson on respecting his elders?"

"No you can't, babe. *We* have to at Fru Fru's meeting in ten minutes. You have your daily report to give, and I get to talk *girl stuff* with her. After *we* complete this, you promised to take me sightseeing. Depending on how satisfied I am with that, well... I did promise *other* activities."

"You haven't worked that out of your system yet?" Nick asked. Judy gave him a stern look as she boxed his arm hard.

"What can I say? She's... *Omph!*

Finnick couldn't finish his thought 'cause an angry Fennec vixen had given him a sharp elbow to his ribs and was dragging him out of the room by his ear. Literally. Both ears.

"How old is Finnick?" Judy asked.

"Don't know and he won't say" Nick replied. "But I'm certain he's at least 10yrs older than me. I was about 8 maybe 9 and I'm pretty sure he was in his teenage or early 20'ies."

"So if I bake him a birthday cake and put 40 candles on it, he won't be offended?"

"He'll always be offended. Just threaten to push him into it. You're tall enough and he's small enough. Plus he knows you'll do it, so maybe he'll tone it down for you."

Nick was looking out the window, smiling that con-smile he did sometimes. He was watching his old buddy and ladylove; she was lying across a picnic table with a very pleasant smile upon her face. Finnick was behind her; his eyes half-glazed and equally pleasant smile across his face.

Judy, curious about what had Nick's attention so thoroughly he didn't respond to her voice, she followed his gaze towards the window... and covered her mouth as she stared in horror.

"Finnick! Not there... there are young kits around!"


Agent Walker was tired. In eighteen hours she had driven who knows how many rabbits from one place to another, and then had to go get those who had the operation and spent a few days recuperating in the hospital... back to wherever their home was. If there was a place called hell... she was certain this job would be there. It certainly seemed like as mindless and repetitive it is, it had to have been from hell.

She wasn't the only one doing this. The whole Team Bravo had been volunteered by the GSD Director. What did she do to upset that mouse?

Director Judi Dench was reading the latest Intel reports. Somehow the Dark Underground had identified Team Bravo as the ones responsible for ending their bunny sterilization operation, and put out an impressive reward; triple if only their heads were brought in as evidence of death. Sure... they would be kept quite safe within the walls of GSD Headquarters. But this team proved they could get in trouble just as easily sitting around as they could out there. The Director preferred out there; less mess the janitor had to clean up.

But this team needed a specific assignment; otherwise the trouble they would ultimately get into would put the Director before the President or Governor... explaining why skilled agents were seen trashing a bar or other place of Ill-repute. This was why they were driving rabbits around. It was as necessary, but equally mind-numbing, task which needed to get done. It was counted as part of the Community Service all agents had to perform each year. Driving rabbits to / from hospitals would last long enough to consume all the hours which counted for the entire year.

Director Dench knew Team Bravo most likely was quite bored by now, if not outright putting needles into a voodoo doll likeness of her... but soon this would all be over. Then she would turn their attention towards identifying which member of the Dark Underground had issued the death warrant for the team.


It was 9Am and all parties were in their respective places, waiting for Judge Arthur Dent to arrive. When the old ram entered the room, everyone stood up.

"All right all right, what did I say yesterday? Let's not waste time on formalities. Now... I'm going to list all proposals listed yesterday one at a time. First one was already accepted; Council agrees to change methods to suit skills of mammals involved... and they further agree not to use any method which might cause death."

"Your honor" Chancellor Marcus Fleetfoot said, "we have spent the evening in discussion about yesterday's list. The Governor's Staff and our own team have a list both sides can agree to. We submit it for your inspection."

Judge Dent took the documents, put this case in recess for an hour, and then departed to his temporary office.

Once there he made a phone call to his staff, put the document through a scanner, and then waited for their reply. He also sent an electronic copy to Judge Matheus of the Superior Court, for his opinion. After getting opinions from both, he returned about an hour later.

"My staff has reviewed the documents, my fellow judges I trust have reviewed them, and I have reviewed them as well. We are satisfied with this agreement. Are there any changes either side wishes to make?"

"Your honor," the Governor said, "my legal counsel has objections, but that is because what he wanted was not included in these documents. Since his approval is not necessary, I am confirming this document satisfies my staff and my own approval. Upon signatures of all necessary mammals, I will send it to the General Assembly for confirmation vote."

"Very well. Let's sign this document and conclude these negotiations."

A few moments later the document received the final signature. Copies were made and sent to the capitol. Matron Miriam Cloverson and Chancellor Marcus Fleetfoot each received a copy, while these weren't official, they were given so it could be presented the entire Council of Elders at the next regularly scheduled meeting.


"Sir... it's for you. Judge Arthur Dent."

Judge Matheus thanked his secretary, and then picked up the handset and pressed the blinking button.

"Good afternoon, Judge Dent. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"I wanted to thank you for your input on this case. Your insight makes my job much easier. That... and I wanted to give you my opinion on the current case that's pending on completion of mine."

"I'm all ears, your honor." Judge Matheus said.

"I'm recommending go light against the Council. We got everything we wanted: the new court will oversee everything, law enforcement will have a permanent place on the Estate, the Council will have access to outside sources that will help verify the charges before the Council takes action. The Council is happier, too. They are allowed to review all cases in courts in Zootopia which involves rabbits... this is solely to verify if their teaching needs adjusting. I'd say everyone got something more than originally thought."

"So, do you have any recommendations for charges against the Upper Command of the Council?"

Judge Dent thought a minute. "No. This was nothing more than one governing entity forcing another government to submit. If we remove the current Matron and Chancellor, that could be seen as pouring salt into the wounds."

"So... no charges needed. We got them more accountable to our judicial system, and we gave them a better source to help them do their investigations. Win – Win for everyone."


The negotiations could have gone much worse against the Council of Elders. But the two attorneys proved to have saved the Council from being dissolved.

1). All Letter of Complaint brought to the Council shall be investigated to verify cause. Investigation shall be conducted by a panel of Councilors and selected members of the newly established Estate Law Enforcement department. Additional resources of ZPD, GSD, and Zootopia City Hall shall be used on a case-by-case basis. This team may recommend dismissal of all charges to the Matron and Chancellor, with a brief memorandum sent to the Circuit Court of Bunny Burrow.

2). Personal property will be off limits for testing; all council testing activities will be conducted ONLY on Estate property.

3). Testing of a mammals Mettle shall be conducted only when the Investigating Team determines deceit is possible. Testing, aka: Trial of Skill, shall only occur on Day One, and within full view of the Accused legal team. One member of their legal team shall be in the video monitoring room at all times while the testing is underway.

4). No technique will be used that might cause death before the trial in the court room(s).

5). A new court, Circuit Court of Bunny Burrow, shall review of any verdict of Guilty; and have authority to change the verdict to a lesser punishment. No death penalty shall be carried out before a 30 day grace period has elapsed. If any mammal has been executed and evidence arises which confirms the innocence of said mammal, the mammal withholding the evidence shall automatically receive the death penalty due to criminal withholding of evidence.

6). Circuit Court of Bunny Burrow shall receive results of all verdicts no later than one working day after trial has concluded. It shall return its approval / change to lesser punishment no later than ten days after receipt of verdict. Any verdict of Genuine shall result in immediate release of mammal, as per custom of the Council.

7). A permanent law enforcement presence shall be established on the Estate's property. A deputy from the local sheriff's office shall be stationed on the Estate's property at all times. An officer(s) from the ZPD shall be stationed on the Estate's property at all times. Both the sheriff and ZPD chain of command shall have rights to increase number of their personnel assigned to the Estate, but reducing their personnel shall not be lower than one mammal from both their departments.

8). The Global Security Division shall remain as an official part of the Estate's law enforcement plan. GSD shall continue with maintenance and repair of the Estate's computer systems. GSD personnel assigned to the Council shall conduct drills with Estate security personnel, including the sheriff's deputy and ZPD officers.

9). The Estate shall construct a new building to operate the Law Enforcement presence. Building shall meet specifications for ZPD operations, and able to hold as many prisoners as current sheriff or ZPD policy may dictate.

10). Circuit Court of Bunny Burrow shall review and modify operations of Law Enforcement personnel and the facility on Estate grounds.

11). Offices for the Lawyers overseeing the trials shall be located inside the new Law Enforcement building. Smaller spaces may be located closer to the various court rooms at the discretion of the Matron and Chancellor.

12). Council retains its exemptions from government regulations. It may follow them at its own discretion; without penalty for violations. However any injury, to guests or employee, which could have been avoided had said regulation been followed... the medical bills shall be paid from the Council's coffers.

13). The Council is granted access to all court cases in the Zootopia Judicial system, solely to determine if its training regimen in the Adult Initiation Class, as well as the upcoming classes still in planning stages.

14). The Council's current practice of attending all Bunny Burrow municipal meetings is formally mandated. Its representative is authorized to convey concerns from each burrow to each meeting; and report actions from each meeting back to each burrow.


Councilor Miriam Cloverson's reputation was now thoroughly tarnished within the Council; but she was happy that the problems which her Predecessors refused to solve were now finalized. She would not leave her Successor with a proverbial bag of excrement; she could only hope that the next Matron would understand why she had to do what she did. Hopefully she would not put the painting of Matron Miriam Cloverson down in the Catacomb hanging over an empty tomb; waiting for the day when its owner finally is laid to rest.


The Matron Miriam Cloverson, Chancellor Marcus Fleetfoot, Colonel Gregory Kohle, and Director Judi Dench were sitting outside watching the sun set beyond the hills.

"So what did the Council think of the new Charter Agreement?" Colonel Kohl asked quizzed.

"Overall they tolerated it. On the plus side; they liked reclaiming some of our old authority, I'm referring to officially overseeing Bunny Burrow. But on the downside; all our cases have to be sent to a new court here in Bunny Burrow." There was an obvious hint of sorrow in her voice.

Colonel Kohle must have noticed this. "Ok, spill the beans. Why does this sadden you?"

Chancellor Marcus held the Matron in his paws. "We've been replaced. Since the Wilde-Hopps trial has already started, we are allowed to remain in charge of it. Once the verdict is read, we are to formally turn-in our keys, robes, anything that identifies us as the leadership of this Council. After this is done, we are turn ourselves in to the new court and accept the punishment they have already decided."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that, Chancellor." Director Dench muttered into her cup of tea. "It so happens I know the mammal that has been given judgeship over that court."

Everyone turned and looked at the mouse.

"Spill the beans, Director." Kohle muttered while sipping his coffee.

"Let's just say that when the complaint was first started, a few government directors got together and made a quick assessment of the situation. Our government's allies send a few of their government brass, since they too had a treaty with the Council. Our Charter Agreement only affects the Council that is located in this nation, and more specifically here in Bunny Burrow. But all Councils operate somewhat similar, the others quickly made their own Charter Agreements with the Local Governments. This is why our Allies sent their government brass; they didn't want us to go too far in punishing this Council... it would have a very negative effect worldwide. So... let's just say that your punishment will not be as severe as you may think."

The Matron and Chancellor looked at each other; an uncomfortable silence now filled the room.

"Oh c'mon... you're not gonna lose your heads over it; although that nearly won in the final vote. I'm not allowed to tell you now... but I think you will be pleased."

"Are we being allowed to keep our positions?" Miriam asked hopefully.

"Short answer; No. But if you want to reclaim it, you two will have to demonstrate your exceptional skills... in the Wilde-Hopps trial. Who knows if this will have a positive effect on the new judge's decision?"

"Miriam," Marcus softly whispered in her ear, "something tells me the GSD is working behind the scene to influence a new vote."

"Maybe we are, maybe we won't. My lips are sealed." Director Dent said with a motion of running her paw across her lips.

"Thank you, Director, for everything." Miriam leaned over to give the mouse a kiss and gentle hug... well, at least going through the motion of one.

"Don't worry your pretty head over it." The Director muttered."Besides... the Zootopia Corps of Engineers will be here tomorrow. This place is getting a major renovation! A new building for your new law enforcement department... gotta have somewhere to put the sheriff's deputies and the ZPD officers. Then there's the new hospital... it's a small one but still fully functional. Your medical facility you currently have is a bit small... it barely handles the needs of your staff and the guests for the trials. Since there will be a bigger presence of non-council members on the Estate, Zootopia city hall decided to update your facilities. Agent Rodgers had determined the system you had been using simply was outdated and required repairs too often, thus hampering your trials. Once the new buildings completed and repairs made to the current buildings, the Corps of Engineers will start conducting their own independent inspections once every five years, which a copy will be placed in your new computer database."

Chancellor Marcus cocked his head. "Isn't that interfering with the independence of the Estate?"

"Perhaps. But since none of your current Councilor members were required to change citizenship, they are still our citizens as far as we are concerned; therefore they are still entitled for their taxes to go for their benefit. It's a Catch-22... so let's not waste time over the legalities. The Council still serves a vital interest in Bunny Burrow; their direct involvement in all areas of city government functions over the years... has resulted in reduced mammal-power. That alone has saved enough money the equivalent of replacing every building here and re-landscaping this entire estate at least once. So... I think the costs for new buildings and other repairs can be justified."

The small mouse merely smiled at the Chancellor.


Mr. Jacob Longears was not a happy bunny. The Governor had reneged on their deal; his law firm was supposed to be handed the first job of overseeing the Council... specifically the Wilde-Hopps trial. All his plans hinged on him being there to manipulate everything. Or at least it would make them go so much easier.

His blood was nearly boiling. His proposal for mandating a specific law firm to oversee the Council was not included in the final agreement!

The Governor had tricked him into going over what was done in the negotiations and writing-down his recommendations. Meanwhile he was secretively doing just that with the Matron and Chancellor. It was a nasty surprise when the Governor had revealed the document that was finalized, and submitted with no concern for his input.

This treachery was going to cost the Governor. As far as the bunny... he already had his associate working on those plans. When the moment arrived, the plan would go into effect, and the bunny securely delivered to his home.

Mr. Longears smiled.