Norman Skulk, millionaire industrialist, philanthropist and financier known to all Zootopia was now on the scene at the seventh branch of Zootopia First City Bank. Nick had kept an eye out for his car and waded through the flood of onlookers to get to him. Lifting the yellow "Police Line" tape, he and his father went over to the command post of Captain Mallory and Chief Mallory.

"Mr Skulk," said the chief. "What is it you plan to do to assist us?"

Norman had a leather briefcase in his paws. Opening it, everyone present saw it was filled to capacity with cash. "My son told me that you have an officer and several other animals in there that are going to die if those robbers don't get there money, right?"

Bogo was initially distracted by the fox's first bit of information. "Wait a minute . . . you're Officer Wilde's . . ."

"Yes," said an impatient Nick. "I'll explain later."

"I'm here to offer my money for the safe release of those inside," said Norman. "Will that work?"

"Yeah," said Mallory as he called Trevor back. "I hope so. Give that to Officer Mendoza, please. He'll take care of that briefcase."

Mallory waited. Several rings went by and he worried that maybe Trevor wouldn't answer.

"Yeah?" said the gruff voice of the tiger.

"Trevor, this is Captain Mallory. We have your money right here just like you requested."

Silence. No one on the outside could see the tiger's reaction, but he was surprised that not only had the police agreed to his demands, but they'd done it so quickly.

"Alright," said the tiger. "I wanna see it."

"We'll send it right in," said Mallory.

"Don't you fuck with me, cop!" snarled the hostile feline. "I wanna see some video footage of it!"

"Okay, okay," said Mallory, worrying that he might have pushed the tiger over the edge. "I'll do a MuzzleTime call and you can see it, okay?"

"Good," said Trevor. "Hang up, then call me back."

Captain Mallory did as he was ordered by the suspect. He made the video call and for the first time, got a picture of the perpetrators. It was said by many animals that the eyes were a gateway into the soul. As Mallory looked into the blazing eyes of the snarling tiger, he could see that Trevor was no one to toy with.

"Okay," said Mallory, who pointed his phone at the opened briefcase. "Here's your money."

Trevor studied the briefcase, seeing the stacks of bills being handled by the police. A cruel smile came across his face. He was going to get his money after all, but there was something else that caught his eye.

"Wait . . . is that Norman Skulk?" he asked.

"Yes, it is," said the captain.

Trevor laughed sadistically. "I have another demand now."

"What's that?" asked Mallory.

"I want Norman Skulk to be the one to bring the money in here," demanded the tiger.

Mallory tried to change his mind. "Trevor, let's be reasonable now . . ."

The tiger would hear none of it. Cutting him off, he yelled at the Captain. "I said don't fuck with me, cop! Either Norman Skulk brings it in, or I start wasting hostages! You got to the count of ten! One, two, three . . ."

Norman Skulk, who was still present, chimed in. "Alright, sir. I'll personally bring in the money whenever you want."

"Good," said the tiger, smiling cruelly once more. I want Skulk to bring in that briefcase in just his underwear, that way I know he ain't packing! You got two minutes to get in here, or I'll start killing animals. Clocks ticking, you bastard!"

Trevor ended the call. Captain Mallory looked over at Norman Skulk, who was already getting undressed.

"Mr. Skulk," said Chief Bogo. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I don't think we have a choice, Chief," said Norman, now in just his boxer short. "I'm going in there."

"Dad," said Nick, grabbing his father's paw. "Don't do this, please."

"I have to, son," said Norman as he patted his son on the shoulder. "IF anything happens to me, you take care of your brother and sister, and know that I love you."

"I love you too, Dad," said Nick, trying not to get emotional as his father now walked to what might very well be his death.

With the briefcase in his paws, Norman Skulk, the richest animal in Zootopia, walked in his underwear, his paws raised high. The line of cops parted as Norman made his way over to the door. He could feel his forehead perspire as he knew that he might not come out of this alive. The sound of shattered glass being stepped on sounded out as he walked up to the door. Staring straight ahead, he lowered his right paw and pushed open what remained of the door.

Inside the bank, several animals were tending to the wounded Officer Wolfard, who by this point was barely conscious. Norman looked over at him, then back at the two armed tigers who were walking over to him with their guns drawn. Norman stopped in his footsteps as the two tigers were only a foot away from him now. He stared down the barrels of their automatic pistols, knowing those very weapons might bring about his end.

"You actually came," said Trevor, grinning "I'm impressed."

"I have your money right here," said Norman, slowly putting the briefcase on a counter near them. He motioned to open it, but heard the clicking sound of both robbers pulling the hammers of their pistols back.

"Not so fast," growled Trevor. "How do I know you don't have a gun in there?"

"I promise you I don't," said Norman.

"Bullshit," said Trevor. Reaching his paw back, he slapped the grip of his pistol on Norman's face. Like a ton of bricks, Norman fell to the ground grabbing his face as everyone in the bank screamed in terror.

"Everybody shut the fuck up!" ordered Trevor as he pointed his pistol all around the large bank lobby. He looked over at Travis, smiling.

"You think this rich prick gotta gun stashed in here, Travis."

"Only one way to find out," said his accomplice.

Reaching his paws down, Trevor unlatched the brass locks of the briefcase. With an only an inch of it opened, his face was the picture of joy as he saw the stacks of cash inside. He slowly continued opening it.

"Would you look at all that . . ."

BAM!

Unknown to the two robbers, Officer Mendoza, the grizzly bear explosives expert of the SWAT team had placed a little surprise inside the briefcase. An ear piercing flash bang explosive had went off, sending the two robbers falling to the floor from the bright light and eardrum shattering noise. Everyone at the bank screamed form the noise and from the flood of officers now swarming inside.

"Police, get your paws up!"

Dazed and confused, but still with some of their senses, both tigers tried grabbing hold of their pistols to fire at the oncoming flood of heavily armed cops. This move proved to be the last foolish thing-and the very last thing-they ever did in their lives. A group of SWAT officers opened fired on the robbers, riddling them with bullets. Wounded from head to toe, Trevor and Travis, the two tigers who thought they'd gotten away with a heist, closed their eyes, never to open them again.

"All clear!" yelled one of the officers who had fired on the tigers. "We need medics in here right now!"

As officers tended to the crowd of animals who had been held hostages, paramedics ran into the bank and over to Officer Wolfard. Lifting him onto the stretcher, they wheeled him outside.

Nick Wilde, who ran inside to check on his injured father, hugged him before running outside to see his partner.

"I'm riding with him!" yelled Nick to the medics.

Officer Wolfard was admitted to Zootopia General Hospital in extremely critical condition. Doctors worked for hours in surgery to repair his wounds. The damage was severe, but they were able to stabilize him, though he was now in a coma.

Dianne, Jack's wife came to the hospital in tears, crying on Nick's shoulder. He reassured her that Jack would pull through, saying he was the toughest cop in the entire department. Dianne continued sobbing as Nick held her tight and tried to calm her down.

More hours went by, Dianne went home on the advice of Nick, who said she needed to be with her five boys right now. Judy had stopped in to see Nick sitting by the Jack's bedside. She watched as Nick kept a vigil over his partner; tubes sticking out of the wolf and an oxygen mask placed over his muzzle.

"Hey," said Judy softly. "How's he doing?"

"He's stable, but it's still up in the air," said Nick as he turned around to see his fiance.

"He will," reassured Judy. "He's pretty tough."

"It's my fault," said Nick, shaking his head.

"How's this your fault?" asked Judy.

"He stopped at the bank to get money for the tuxedo. You know how he hates debit cards and ATMs."

"Nick, don't blame yourself for this. It could've happened to any of us."

"I should have went in with him," said Nick, putting his paws over his face.

Judy put her arms around her fox, squeezing him. Nick watched as the sound of oxygen being inhaled and exhaled could be heard. The sound of the constant beeping of the heart monitor went on and on. With Judy's arms around him, Nick gently took hold of his partner's paw.

"You hang in there, Jackie boy. You're going to live, you know why? Because you said you'd be standing up there with me at my wedding, and the Jack Wolfard I know never breaks his word."

Tears streamed down the fox's face as he went on. "Just you watch, partner. You're going to be there on the happiest day of my life, and you're going to tell me how lucky I am to have Judy. We're gonna have a great time at the reception; eating cake and all the other food that's going to be there. You're gonna be there, Jackie boy, you're gonna be there."

Nick stayed up all night, waiting for the moment that Jack would come out of his coma . . . if he ever came out of his coma.