"Please state your name, age and profession." Asked Clawson.

"My name is Bob Warren, I'm 19 years old and a truck driver."

"Mr Warren, what were you delivering at the port so late at night some six nights ago?", proceeded Clawson.

"Night Howlers.", answered the buck in a very grave tone.

Clawson looked at Danielle, his expression said "What the hell?"

"Mr Warren, are you aware that Night Howlers have been forbidden 3 years ago?', inquired Danielle.

"Yes. My family grows them inside a greenhouse in our banana fields. We ship a bag of them every three months to Zootopia."

"What do you want?" Clawson leaned on this knees. "Why are you telling us all this?"

"I want witness protection and to get out of town." He scratched his neck, looking around the small room, a worried expression in his face. "Look. There are these guys. They call themselves Hunters Covenant. At first they were just scaring preds out of town and hey, they were just some families, why would it matter?" He glanced at both predators and lifted his hands defensively. "I'm not saying that their lives did not matter or anything. I have nothing to do with John's death."

"We are listening, go on." Said Clawson.

"Everyone wants to join them, so when they approached me I said 'sure!'."

"When was that?' Interrupted Clawson.

"Oh… six months or so ago. It was spring." He played with his fingers. "So at first I started delivering stuff. A box here and there, sometimes a message for 'ears only' and so on. That's when I started to hear that the Bevytons weren't leaving." He looked at the door and then back at Clawson. "Is it safe in here?"

"There are more law enforcement here than in the whole south, why are you so scared?" Asked Danielle.

"If your information really helps the case you don't have to worry about anything, Mr Warren." Said Clawson in a soothing tone.

"They are crazy Detective." said the buck to Howell. "Most of the boxes seemed to be fruit, grain, clothes, regular stuff. Some… were old. Last week they moved in town a box of ammunition. I never saw so many bullets in my life, it was stuff from the movies."

"Do you know who you delivered the boxes to?" probed Clawson.

"Oh, some I do. The weirder stuff I left on dirty roads, middle of nowheres. The Covenant really helps the community on events and things of the sorts though, some of the food we delivered in shelters and schools in other towns." Bob Warren smiled. "This was the good part, helping our folk out. It was like the boy scouts but super secret."

"You were saying something about the Bevytons not leaving?"

"Yeah. So I took a message here and there. Sometimes to other Initiates, some times to other Brothers. They first tried to sabotage John's diving gear, but he only used a fishing spear. A few days and he went upriver and bought a new one. So we tried to scare his wife, but she actually beat up a pair of Brothers who were supposed to ruffle her feathers a bit. That otter is a tough biscuit. So, one night, they rounded us up, the Initiates, and asked for a volunteer to assist a brother in a 'crucial mission to clean Beavertown once and for all'." He looked down at Clawson's feet. "That sounded bad, but my brother said he was up to it."

"Your brother in the Covenant?"

"No. My brother, son of the same mother and father, George. He has been an Initiate for a year or so." He paused and looked around once again. "Then… the Bevytons were gone." He looked up at Clawsons eyes. "I don't want to take part in this anymore… And now I can't go back… I outed a member… hell, he is my brother… You guys must bring me to Zootopia with you."

"I'll talk to your Chief and see what we can do Bob, but you are giving us good info." Clawson stood and opened the door. "Come, let's go back. We will sort everything out, ok?"

"Ok." The buck walked out of the small room, his head hanging low.

Danielle followed them back to the front of the police station, she went straight to Detective Hopps. "Hopps, we got a new lead. See if some of the fingerprints you found match one called George Warren. He's that bucks brother, if you need any more info you can ask him."

The young buck took a seat close to the window, next to the wolves. He glanced at the moonlight that entered through the window, a hint of a smile in his face.

"Well, that will help a lot if you are right Howell." Said Detective Hopps.

A thunder.

The smell of blood.

Not a single soul made any noise. All officers had pulled their pellet pistols and stood away from the windows. The bucks blood created a dark red pool on the floor, his body, motionless, his head stood a meter away from it, a faint smile petrified in his lips. The pale moonlight reflected on the pool.

A shout from the outside broke the silence.

"We are being surrounded!" sounded loudly the voice of Francine. Three faint sounds from her pellet pistol were heard followed by three hits. The hard and heavy thumps from her running followed, as she moved to the side of the small police station. Something heavy rolled over clay tiles and fell to the ground.

A new voice sounded, loud:

"You have no place to run and nowhere to hide. All preys can walk out of there and get out of town. You will leave your guns and never come back here." said the amplified voice behind the heavy wooden doors.

The Sheriff stood up, he was fuming. He went close to a window and shouted. "RAYMOND? IS THAT YOU? YOU KILLED YOUR GOD DAMN NEPHEW YOU CRAZY SONOVAGUN?!"

The mammals in the room looked at each other in confusion.

"He betrayed his vows Wayne. We did what we had to do. Now come out with your hands behind your head. You only did your duty so far, we have no bone to pick with you." said Raymond through his megaphone.

"YOU KOOK! YOU BLED YOUR FAMILY! SCREW YOU AND YOUR BUNCH OF FANATICS!" The Sheriff punched the wall in front of him. "I'll kill this bloody bastard."

He went under his desk and pulled a metal trunk to the center of the room. "I'll not let those freaks take any other life." He opened the box, an assortment of crowd control gear was inside it, he pulled an automatic pellet shooter and started loading it with crimson pellets.

Detective Hopps moved toward the Sheriff and shot a single pellet on the ram in the cage, which quickly fell asleep, confused. "Sheriff, what's the safe distance to use these?" Said Hopps, pointing inside the trunk.

"3 meters, something like that. It will not stop them." He attached the canister of pressurized air to the rifle. "You want to escape, you surrender. Either they or I will fall here, they won't take any more innocent lives in my watch."

"Oh Sheriff", said Hopps pulling a bit of his wool, "We will need but a moment."