You know, sometimes you just have to say, and please excuse me for my profanity: Fuck it! Here is the start of arc 2!

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Rated M for foul language and sexual innuendos, Rated HARD M for violence and gore

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Zootopia Bureau of Investigation (ZBI)

Chapter 10: FABE

next day, Gordon Foreman, in a giant bedroom inside the Sherwood Palace

"Urgh, my head.", were the exact same words Gordon told to no one in particular but himself just four months ago, when he found himself in the exact same room. He knew this would happen again, and he did not stop himself from drinking pint after pint the last day. Something nearly all of his visits to the Lord of Sherwood Forest had in common.

He was a small, okay, a little bit bigger and much stronger than most others of his species, but he still remained being a small mink after all. He would not need as much alcohol as most other species to get even slightly wasted. Body mass was still the biggest indicator, of how much you could stomach.

The giant bed he was laying in right now was only one of the hundreds inside of the many bedrooms of this palace. Groggily opening his eyes, not really in the mood to wake up just yet, but knowing that he had the duty to get himself together. He was sober enough already.

Yesterday, although being quite serious about the whole PRISM thing, was very enjoyable for Gordon Foreman. Deciding to enjoy himself came naturally, when getting together with the Lord.

The occasional joke from Lord Patrick was only exceeded by the playful nature the professor was showing, though. The two bigger animals and guests of the Lord were quite an enjoyable bunch who were able to relax and have fun just as good as the middle aged fox.

Namely Johnny, the sheriff of Nottingham, warmed up very fast towards Gordon. This happened mostly because of the significance of both their positions. He respected the ZBI agent immensely, being a law enforcer himself. The two of them only conversing without the use of a nice alcoholic beverage all those times before, resulted in a more distanced relationship between Gordon and the Sheriff. But with those added alcoholics and some fun yesterday, they became fast friends after all.

The sheriff had a very competitive nature and a game of darts was a nice ice breaker for any conversation. Old anecdotes about the work only strengthening a surely upcoming friendship between Gordon an John Rickman, who only let himself be called Johnny by his friends. Something clicked between the two immediately after the first game. They were on the same wavelength.

The professor on the other paw was very, and there is no better word to describe him accurately enough but the word: crazy. Using big speeches and complicated jargon to describe the simplest of motions, only to laugh at the joke he would end his lecture like talks with.

One other very annoying trade for Gordon was that Professor Jaeger always seemed to assume things before he talked with someone, making too long conversations very awkward. Mostly because he was right about his assumptions and was able to psychologically analyze Gordon and the others with his talking very well, even better than Gordon himself was able to. It would make anyone uncomfortable how the professor intellectually toyed with them, especially if you yourself were considering yourself superior in this regard to most other people.

The Lord, of course, enjoyed the show of the professor very much. It could be described as being a show of immense intellect with crude but also funny black humor. The accomplishments the professor achieved being the reason he was very much loved outside in the world. The awkward and very distinct behavior of him being the one, you would actually expect a socializing crazy genius to have. Despite that all, he was a nice fellow, Gordon deducted.

Gordon was reflecting on the last night while slowly but steadily trying to get his morning routine done. He was in a palace with a very generous Lord and many servants. Everything was there for him, like an own bathroom with a new toothbrush and all this kind of things. Even his suit was washed in the night and accurately folded on one of the stools in the giant bedroom. Patrick made it very clear, that he cared for his guests, especially those he considered friends.

He chuckled while he remembered one of those jokes the professor made while the German Shepard was describing himself. The professor jokingly exclaimed, that he was really just an insane person. This observation alone would never be a laughing matter, if he would not have closed this statement with stating that he actually was not only insane, but others told him he was more like a genius. Defining the word genius as an insane person with an audience.

The mink finished his preparations for the day, while the little hangover, he was not severely drunk the last day, was not greatly influencing his senses or cognition. The glass of water with a pill that was prepared for him on a side desk were doing their function easily.

He felt secure in Sherwood Palace and would not be a little bit suspicious about this pill, although he should be, with the three probable suspects in the vicinity. But his trust towards Lord Patrick simply made him very comfortable. It was nearly blind, regarding the Lord. And not only that: the sheriff as well seemed to be a calm and silent, but a very lovable guy for an agent like Gordon. Hard on the outside but a good heart in the inside. And the professor did incredible things in the medical world, most considered morally so good, that some outside voices described professor Jaeger as a saint. All were trustworthy, in Gordon's opinion.

Gordon was recruitment agent of the ZBI. He was a good judge of character, and the only unease he would have with the three was that the professor probably wanted to start some experiments with him. One of the fields of expertise being genetics for Claus Jaeger, he was allowed to call him Claus, by the way he respected him too much and called him professor anyhow.

At one part of yesterdays communications the professor hinted towards the probable possibility of genetic syncing with his partner and most importantly, lover Paul. The professor searching for volunteers to use genetic modification technology to create clone like replicas of two synchronized individuals.

Gordon, still baffled by the prospect, needed to shake his head at the prospect. To say it more easily, the professor offered Gordon to create a genetic child with Paul. Yeah, they would need a surrogate mother, but genetically, although being different species, a ferret and a mink were genetically close enough to get this done properly. Even if both would be male.

This was experimental talk but very interesting for Gordon. Two males could have a child, according to the professor. How crazy would that be? The only thing they needed would be to be legally married and a ton of money, which was provided by being friends with Lord Hood and the professor. The Lord would jump at the possibility to help a friend with his love life and Jaeger would love to have more mammals to help. This was out of the question for Gordon however. If even considering something like that, he needed much more time to think about this and had to consult his partner first. He wasn't eve married yet. He declined to be the professors test subject.

Taking on his black uniform like suit, with his utility belt containing his badge and the holster with his gun, he was a ZBI agent after all, went quick. He would really like to investigate into the voice called *S* a little further, but he remembered a talk he had with Patrick and the two others before. This other possibility was interesting as well.

Everyone was interested in the work and cases Gordon was involved with. Having a computer genius, a medical genius and a law enforcer with more experience than most ZBI agents, holding a similar rank as Gordon himself, was an opportunity no one sane would let go to waist. So Gordon decided to indulge in discussion about his job, even if it was considered confidential since it was an ongoing investigation.

So he discussed, under the premise that they all would stay silent under threat of persecution, about the murders. The mink knew that this could be risky, having possible suspects conversing about this. Them being *S* was a real possibility.

So Gordon did not gave any details about the individuals personal information involved in the killings, but tried to talk about similarities and other important details about certain circumstances. The mutilation of nearly everyone murdered or rather mauled ZBI agents, being one of those.

The talk becoming immensely interesting with a part Gordon disclosed after some describing. The moment the mink mentioned the constant that every encountered corpse had traces of the same blue foam all around them, professor Jaeger jumped up and got an idea that seemed plausible.

The dog was far to enthusiastic by the rather grim descriptions Gordon gave. Exclaiming that he knew exactly what happened and making connections towards a case nearly a year ago.

The dog referred to the Night Howler incident. He himself was the one who distributed an effective antidote for those flowers, so he was more than qualified to talk about this possibility with sheer descriptions given. And the professor was very sure about this.

The conclusion, Gordon already had, but the professor was depicting then, was that the ZBI agents were mauled and killed not all by the same mammal or mammals, but rather by different animals all using the Night Howler poison to become feral. The toxicological reports suggested, Gordon remembered, that it was mostly saliva, but they actually did find traces of α-PVP, the active ingredient in Night Howlers. This was quite plausible and already figured to be a possibility by the ZBI.

The fact about nearly random mammals doing the murdering was evident by the mentioning of Gordon that, while one victim seemed to be half-eaten with smaller bite marks all over the corpse, one of the most gruesome victims was killed by decapitation and dismemberment of all limbs which actually were ripped of with immense force and a messy outcome. This indicated the prospect of totally different animals involved in those killings.

The professor elaborated obviously, that the poison would have to be enhanced, probably with cocaine or amphetamines into something like a super drug. The amount of damage made indicated enhancement of the murderer bodies and senses. The victims they killed were highly trained law enforcers, able to defend themselves properly.

Although, what kind of animal would deliberately turn themselves into some crazy beast for the sake of killing someone else. The possibility of collateral and personal damage was very high. This seemed confusing.

Gordon thought back about this very good argument for different killers. The super drug and the blue foam reminding him of Case: Bledzewski, and how he read that Robert Junior Bledzewski threw something, probably a pill containing this drug, into his mouth before going onto a savage rampage. He had this blue foam as well. Could there be a connection?

Right after the professor was finished with his exclamation, the sheriff, Johnny, was giving this new information, this possible drug, a new name. He called it an amphetamine for body enhancement that would let you become a feral beast. A pill, probably. Why not call this mysterious drug FABE. Standing for Feral Amphetamine Body Enhancer.

Although no one could have been sure about this, the possibility and the evidence, mostly the blue foam which was composed mostly of saliva, were quite compelling. The only thing they needed was to test this foam for traces of any amphetamines or other enhancing drugs. Than it would be clear, that this newly named drug called FABE was the one used for the killings.

Gordon smirked to himself, while he walked through the halls and floors of the palace. He went here for some little information. What he got was a fun day with an old and some new friends, but most importantly, more than one clue to finally get forward in the ZBI murder case. And actually, in the *S* one as well. He remembered their conclusions and new information concerning that, while he walked casually.

The most important one being a list of only seven suspects for the voice named *S*. And he finished speculating about the drug FABE, which still needed to be confirmed, but surely would be shortly, Gordon was sure about that. This visit emerged to be one of the most beneficial things he ever decided on a hunch.

The sudden giant paw of a wolf was holding Gordon on his arm. The big face of the sheriff was looking down at the mink. The sheriff was in full uniform himself now, not like yesterday. The inspiring gold-brown colors of a sheriffs uniform on his body. But the thing, that was most obvious for Gordon was not the shiny badge on the chest of John Rickman. It was the giant sword adorning the belt of the sheriff.

John saw were the eyes of Gordon lingered and explained calmly, with his gruff baritone of a voice, "That's a ceremonial sword. Every Sheriff of Nottingham was crafted one of those. It's tradition."

Gordon, looking skeptical into the face of John, replied with a shrug, "I hope they are not used too often. You could involuntarily kill someone if you swing that thing for show."

The giant wolf, shrugging like the mink did, stood tall while sighing, "That's for show, mostly. A proxy, you could say. The Sheriff of Nottingham didn't execute any criminals for the last hundred years. I am allowed to thoroughly use it, though. So, in extension, I could say the same about your gun."

The mink countered, "Touché." he watched the very small smile the wolf was giving him, "I am sorry, I just wanted to say goodbye. Do you know where to find the professor and Lord Hood?"

Johnny changed his expression to a blank emotionless face, "You might follow me, although Claus already went home, wanted me to greet you from him."

Gordon dismissed this with a wave of his paw, "Nah, then no proper goodbye for him."

While the two were walking through the halls full of artistic wonders, the wolf looked down. Something was on his mind and Gordon recognized this.

It just needed some time before the sheriff started a conversation, "Gordon, I was thinking about this *S* you were talking about a little bit more."

The mink was listening. He only knew this guy a short time, but felt that his opinions and thoughts would be immensely valuable for any investigative work. Gordon asked, because of the sudden silence the wolf was giving him after the remark, "And what did you conclude?"

A little hesitant to continue, the sheriff raised his head in a thinking pose, with his paw scratching at his chin, "If there is more than one killer, what makes us think that this *S* is only one animal as well?"

This thought was indeed interesting for Gordon, "You might have something there, Johnny."

The remaining walk through the palace was with both being in constant thought about this possibility, John voicing other thoughts he had about this subject, "I don't mean it like there are multiple PRISM users involved. I mean, what if *S* stands for some kind of organization or group of animals and someone of PRISM is just their hacker. The one with the connection, you know. And the voice itself would be their leader, who used this connection. Probably the hacker doesn't even do this voluntarily? There is much to consider there, Gordon. And it does not tell us the truth. It is just a probability that the same kind of animals that are responsible for the killings are connected to *S*. To much space for speculation."

They stopped at a big door, Johnny effectively staying in the way of opening it. The Lord would be on the other side, but the sheriff needed to finish his thoughts first. Gordon looked at the giant wolf with expectation. The Sheriff changed his approach though and found Gordon off guard with a totally different question.

John, "All nice and dandy, but I am curious, Gordon. You told us he asked you a question. Did you find an answer?"

Gordon used his brain to register this sudden change of topic, raising his eyebrow, "Are you talking about this morality question about evil and good?"

Johnny nodded with crossed arms over his chest, "Yes. If you would have to answer it. What would you say? I mean, *S* described a moral dilemma. Would you sacrifice a single, innocent animal, if it would be for a greater good?"

The mink already thought about that. His answer would have been very easy for him. If *S* would have stayed a little longer and the mink wouldn't have been this distracted with the whereabouts of his partner, he would have answered the voice immediately after it bothered him.

Using his own philosophical approach with simplicity, "To answer you easily, I would say the world has too much gray in it already. To consider the immediate answer to a problem for the sheer but not evident hope that it would benefit much more animals in the future would still not be the right thing to do. I would do, what my heart told me to do. I personally think I am a good mammal. And as a good mammal, you know what to do automatically. It is instinctual to do the right deeds for a real good animal. Not something you can create and debate within your brain or in your thoughts. You feel if something is evil. Everyone knows this guilty feeling inside your gut since being children. So we all know the answer already. Most evil doers just ignore their own instincts. And if an action needs a decision, where either one would result in something evil, the immediate result would be the right one. The future isn't clear and never will be. So, I would probably not shot."

The sheriff looked at him in shock. Instincts were a word he searched for, but he did not expect the little mink to outright say it, that something like this is instinctual. John knew that Gordon was intelligent but he would not consider him this concrete about this problem. A sincere smile was forming on his face. He was satisfied to listen to this worthy answer.

Gordon did not stop however, "But what I would tell to *S* would be something totally different."

John: "And what would that be?"

Gordon smirked, "I would say: Screw you!", and he started to laugh. The sheriff chuckled with his new friend together.

same day, Edward Snow, somewhere in a very secure place

Being between the same four walls, okay, four walls and a small side-room to conceal a toilet and sink behind it, sucked. This was surely a situation no sane animal would like to be in constantly, if able to avoid it. And normally, especially someone like him would have no problem to avoid this. So, how did he got in here again?

His name was Edward Snow, for now. He became an arctic fox. Just looking like a regular fox. Only his fur being white as snow. Genealogical defect that lets him have his winter coat for all seasons. Something that would suck in the summer. But also something, that differentiated him from any other mammals. It was believable enough.

His orange suit was nothing very dashing. It was not even comfortable at all. A jumpsuit, who got that idea? The more he thought about it, the more he confirmed his prejudices of this place. This place really sucked. At least he had someone to talk to. Someone he made a new friend with rather fast. It was even surprising for Edward, that he managed to befriend this new friend this quick.

He was playing a card-game with this big animal who sat on the other side of their little table. Playing with only two players was not very fun, but at least it was much better than being alone in this place.

The other individual was a lion. A very big feline, who happened to get into this place just shortly before Edward had the unfortunate pleasure to come here. Lucky though, the recent new living arrangement for the arctic fox were only three days old, but did not dampen the fast comradeship that developed between him and the lion.

The lions name was Sándor Leó. A somewhat much more intimidating specimen than most of those, Edward encountered in his life. The lion was grinning at the other animal, knowing he would beat him with his hand. He was happy to not be as alone as everyone was telling him he would have been. A mammal like this lion was simply considered dangerous enough to be in a one mammal room.

Truly, he normally would have been in a solitary cell, his crime being far greater than what most other mammals in this high security prison of Zootopia did. This development was not expected this early. They were merciful towards the lion. Considering, that Sándor tried his best to be as non threatening and gentlebeastly as possible, it was no wonder that he did not get many problems and they decided to be more merciful towards him.

Resulting in getting a cell mate, after it seemed that they had some problems with some of the cells. They improvised and got two convicts into his cell, and the Lion welcomed it immensely. Especially after he found out, what animal they decided would share his sleeping arrangements in this place. It would probably just be temporarily, but it was a welcome opportunity for Sándor. Sándor had a little sparkle in his eyes, when he sensed and saw his new cell mate for the first time. It was as much his wish to befriend this Edward, as it was the foxes wish to befriend the lion.

The only social contacts Sándor currently was able to get, were with the guards, or in the rare moments the animals would let them enjoy a day. Mostly within his work, that was immensely dull, considering he was in some kind of laundry shop right now. And with main eating and showering times. This were the only ways to socialize a little bit before this fox came in to become his friend.

Sometimes, if you behaved well, they would not let you linger in your cell and give you a day pass to mingle in the big facility, though. Then you could play sports or something alike. The whole month the lion was here, he still was only allowed to be in his cell or at the normal activities. But it was just a matter of time, till he got privileges. He was a good prisoner.

His cell-mate was currently having the same fate as the lion. Having no privileges at all, despite being in his cell with Sándor.

Edward was here only three days, and somehow the guards really despised him. He did not know what this fox really did, but his assumption was, that this little mammal probably assaulted or injured some mammals of the law. The somewhat colleagues of the guards. No guard would have liked that and would try to make the life of this fox in this facility a nightmare. With the presence and mostly, this incredible familiarity he smelt and this kind of aura around this fox Sándor not only felt, but loved to sense, Sándor was happy for whatever this little guy did to get this negative attention. The Lion concluded, that he had to be right about this. And this discussion about their convictions was overdue already. He wanted to know badly.

So, the lion continued their conversation with this thought in mind to make a deal, "Let make this new bet now. If I have the better set of cards, you will tell me what you are in here for, Ed?"

Edward raised one of his brows brow, "Only if you finally tell me about your own convictions, my friend. And I mean the whole story. Including this drug I heard about." Edward heard about the lions sentence already. Wasn't it a secret well hidden, since this lion was considered incredibly dangerous, even within all the convicts. Everyone knew that he took a drug and somehow went crazy. In his state, the lion killed three animals in the process. He was sentenced for deliberately using a drug with the intent to kill, witnessed by multiple animals. Edward was interested in exactly what this drug was. Not only that, but he wanted to know much more about this individual.

The lion did not hesitate to nod eagerly. Honestly, the lion already planned to reveal everything important to this fox. If Sándor was right about his suspicions and thought concerning this fox, he simply had to probably reveal everything important to him eventually. Wasn't Ed his closest ally at that moment.

The giant paw holding his five cards was laid down slowly, with a grin accompanying the picture of a satisfied lion. He was having a full house with two kings and three eights. And indeed, it was quite a good hand. Edward eyed him and smirked gleefully, though. He showed him his own five cards, revealing the two other kings of the deck of cards, with three tens. Bot had a full house, but Edward won the bet.

The arctic fox looked at him expectingly after that. "I won, my good sir."

Sándor knew that, looking at the cards in disbelief. In the end he obliged with a chuckle. He would not like to make this fox angry, he wanted to have a good relationship with him as long as it lasts. It was much more important for the Lion, than anyone would have thought. Sándor needed to be good to him.

The lion started to explain his story, nearly whispering in his accent from the Pridelands, " It was not very long ago, Ed. A month, nothing more, when it happened. You have to know, that, despite only my closest friends would know about it, that I planned this whole thing all along. This ... you probably heard already, that I killed three mammals, right?"

Ed was enthralled in this whispering talk. This was much more interesting, than he thought it would be already. Killing three mammals while being savage, out of control, is only mammal slaughter. But planning it was something else. This was an outright murderer he was playing cards with. And Ed had this information now! He needed to know much more, though. "I heard you killed three mammals, but I did not know, that you planned this all along. What was the plan, Sándor?"

The lion liked to smirk at Edward, while he explained, "The plan was, to get in here, of course!"

Edward was shocked, his "What!" was far to loud for Sándor to be comfortable about this, so the Lion shushed the fox with a gesture of silence. The fox apologized immediately, "I mean, why would someone want to get in here, deliberately?"

Sándor evaded this question easily, "You wanted to know about my conviction and the circumstances how I got here, not why I am here."

Edward fumbled a little bit, visibly excited "Sorry. It's just ... you killed three innocent mammals to get into a jail and it't just ... confusing. I would like to understand."

With a sigh, Sándor tried to tell the fox. But not without correcting him: "Firstly, those three mammals were not as innocent as you claim. They were despicable and disgusting animals that deserved nothing less than death. Me and my ... family wanted them to die. Secondly, it just happened, that my ... a very close mammal of mine made the suggestion, that while they surely needed to die, I could get into this prison in the process for this main mission of ours. So, I decided to do this in the public and get myself caught."

In a way, the fox was a very intelligent and sly individual. Following this revelations about the whereabout of his cell mate, he decided to quip in and concluded for the lion, "We are in the high security block, but if you killed three mammals in public, you wouldn't be here. You would be in the life-sentenced block or in a closed psychiatric institution if you would be sentenced for that. So you took this drug to go feral, only so you would be able to get sentenced in here instead, since you weren't in control. For beastslaughter instead of murder."

Sándor was outright smiling happily at this cell mate. He deducted, that this one was intelligent, but concluding this so fast was unexpected and very welcomed by him. "What a smart little fox you are. You are exactly right. As a murderer or killer, I would have been in the block of the life sentenced mammals. But with taking this drug, I actually deceived the authorities and every onlooker, that I was on a bad trip and killed randomly. It became a beastslaughter charge."

Something didn't sit well with Edward. "So, you took it and got savage. But wasn't this a kinda bad idea. I mean, if you weren't in control of yourself and your only targets were those three mammals you actually killed, wasn't there a risk to actually injure or kill others in the process?"

Was that compassion for others? This fox was surprising Sándor. More and more, the Lion found sympathy and actual friendly affection towards this individual. "There never was a risk of that, my friend."

Edward looked at him with questioning eyes. The lion smirked again, "I was always in control."

This confused the fox. Sándor continued the Story of his conviction, "I got in here this fast, because I confessed quickly and only wished to be held here, in this facility. Now I am where I wanted to be. Now, it is just a matter of time.

Edward was very curious about this. The fox remembered a similar talking point they had in prior conversations. He asked the lion about it, deliberately stopping to intrude into the real reason of the lions conviction, for the sake of trust. "So, you and your family decided for you to come here. I remember you once mentioned something like you wouldn't be very long. About it only being a matter of time. What exactly do you mean by that?"

The lion smirked again, "Yeah, you see. There are two things that might happen. Things my family will do in the future. Either, I will be killed in here, or they will get me out. I am a prime example of being my species, you know. I am member of the elite. A super lion, so to say. And if they come, I hereby want you to know, that I want you to come with me. Believe it or not, but I know you are an elite too. A prime of the arctic foxes. With you being this dangerous beast you claimed and my skills of reading other mammals, I am sure you are."

Edward was looking down, thinking about this, "It should be common knowledge now, that I killed a feral in self defense ... and probably injured his friends, because they tried to help this feral. Unfortunately it was a ZPD officer, though. So, I rescue some others and get imprisoned here for it. You think that's enough to be welcomed into your club?"

Sándor laughed loudly, but before he could answer Edward, the voice of a guard was heard. The clank of a baton was echoing through the jail. The guard got the attention of the two inside their cell.

A husky was looking at them, "Shut up, you two. A Lion and a Fox shouldn't make so much noise you two are making. I want you to be quiet like a sloth."

This was Edwards chance to do what he was supposed to do. The fox knew exactly what he needed to do, after listening to the unmistakable instruction of the voice of this guard. So he yelled at the guard, "You excuse of a dog, you shut up, we were just talking. Not even loudly!"

The guard felt offended, "You wanna say this to my face, fox?"

At that, the arctic fox stood up, to the disbelief of Sándor, and walked right to the cell door. The guard already fumbling inside his uniform pockets.

With a disgusting noise, Edward sent saliva at the shoes of the guard. Effectively spitting at his feet. The fox yelled, "Screw you and leave us alone."

The next moments went very fast for the fox. He did not resist to the shoving of an object between the bars of the cell door. The electricity flowing through his body paralyzing him. He was on the floor, nearly passing out, before four arms were carrying him out of his cell.

The guard was angry when he yelled at the fox, "This will give you a nice week in the isolation cell."

Edward was trying to smirk, but the voltage of the electric baton was just to strong. He was weaken. And he looked forward for the supposed bashing.

same day, Judy Hopps, same place that is still very secure

A bunny in very distinctive uniform was walking inside this facility. The guards all around her knew who she was and where she wanted to go. They were ordered, to be very cautious and protective of this officer. It was an order of their boss, after all.

The long walk was not a very nice experience for her. On more than one occasion, the convicts that got a look at her, while she was quite far away from most, where either catcalling her or outright insulting her. She was a female, and a small bunny as well.

Most convicts did not saw small females and especially a law enforcer for a long time. It was their natural behavior by seeing a police officer. Most were angry towards her, only because of that.

She was happy when the guard who guided her said, "Only around the corner. He is in an isolation cell right now, just like you intructed. You will be able to talk to him in privacy."

It was a husky, a bigger dog, who escorted her. After some time, they finally were standing in front of a thick door. The guard opening it voluntarily. After the explaining Judy did before this whole visiting a convict thing, the husky was not someone to protest the instructions he was given.

The sight, she saw after the big door finally was opened enough to look inside the jail cell, was not what she expected.

There he was. The arctic fox called Edward Snow. She expected to see him smiling at her. Even being full of joy to see her face. But the fox just laid on the little mattress in the middle of the tiny room. With his eyes closed.

She on the other paw, was so very happy to see him. But the state he was in, was not very reassuring. It was shocking for the bunny. Judy looked in disbelief at him. An obvious bump was on the side of his head.

She immediately rushed forward to inspect this closer. She could not restrain herself from gently caressing the face of him while she knelt closely in front of him. The fox still being unconsciously laying there, not moving steady breathing. She would have hugged him, but was furious to see him like this. She needed an answer to this!

She looked back at the guard, asking with glassy eyes, "What happened to him?"

The husky gulped audibly, "He kinda got shocked by an electric baton and fell unfortunately on his head?"

The eyes of Judy narrowed slightly, she asked with venom in her voice, "Who was the one shocking him?"

"That happens to be me. I am ..." he did not get this far. The shock of an electric baton was penetrating his body before he was able to finish the sentence were he would have apologized. With the paralyzing feeling of electricity he lost his footing and slumped down.

Judy looked at him with still with those glassy eyes, "You like that?" she shoved it at him again. And again. At least, she knew that this shocks were very weak, harming the guard was not her thing, but sometimes, if you have to be away from someone for half a week, without talking to said individual, which was now one of her favorite pass times, you just get irrational. This were no serious shocks she gave this husky, but it satisfied her, that this guard felt, what he himself probably inflicted to the poor fox.

The guard was not able to answer, obviously by shaking on the ground and while it did not hurt much, his mouth and tongue tingled and shook enough so he was not able to create words coherently. Judy knew, she would not actually hurt the guard permanently, but this idiot deserved what was coming to him. How could he hurt him. He is unconscious. I never saw him unconscious before!

Another voice was loudly showing the bunny what happiness really feels like.

"Carrots? Why are you shocking the poor guard?" the fox asked. The bump on his head showing a red hint of fur under the white one. He slowly tried to stand up, but the sudden hug of a bunny, who flung herself over him, prevented him from doing so.

Nick Wilde was happy to see her too, but the confusion in his face was evident.

Chapter 10 End

Edward Snow, arctic fox (quote of Nick Wilde: "Do you know how hard it will be to scrub this shit out of my fur!"), undercover persona of Nick Wilde

Sándor Leó, Savannah Lion, sentenced for multiple deliberate beastslaughter: 6 years in jail, he had access to FABE?

husky, poor prison-guard, I think he is still shaking to this day

A question of mine. I see many follows, but with most stories the follows raise faster than the favs. Do the authors need be more persuasive^^ because it seems you want to know how the stories are going on but you don't like them? Or you don't like them, yet? Just asking^^