A/N: So this chapter has basically been done for like a week and a half, but my internet went out for a few days and when it came back I forgot to post it. Sorry about that :X

"Coming to you live from Sacred Hart Hospital in Savannah Central, I'm Robert Cape for ZNN covering a reported attack on mayoral candidate Todd Renard," said the water buffalo, struggling slightly to stay in frame for his shorter cameraman. "For those just joining us, earlier this evening-"

Cape was cut off by a sudden flurry of flashbulbs as a fox exited the hospital with a small group surrounding him, including two police officers. Shortly after the cameras went off, a barrage of questions began; each reporter hoping that Renard might answer one or two in passing. "New development: Todd Renard has just left the hospital," Cape said before turning to try to get the fox's attention himself. The camera zoomed in on the group leaving the hospital.

Unexpectedly, Renard approached the press line instead of walking past it. "One at a time, one at a time," he shouted over the din, quieting the journalists. Finally able to catch a stable shot of him, ZNN's cameras broadcast to the whole city the image of a tired, red-eyed Todd Renard who, despite the small blisters peeking out from under his fur, seemed to burn with a new level of determination. Flanking him on his right were officers Hopps and Wilde, and on his left Hubert Hamilton and Dakota Latrans. Renard pointed to someone in the crowd and said "Yes, you, the sheep."

"Mr. Renard: Eric Woolsey, the Zootopia Times. Can you describe the incident that occurred today?"

"The ZPD will give a full report on the incident following their investigation. What I can say right now though is that I was attacked with fox repellent, and that immediately prior my attacker used rhetoric common to that in public statements from the Turnbull campaign," Todd replied. He had barely finished his sentence when more questions arose. "Yes, Mr. Cape."

"Thank you. Robert Cape from ZNN," he said for the other reporters' notes. "Are you implicating your opponent, Andrew Turnbull, in this attack?"

"Do I think Turnbull ordered or even desired an attack on me? No," Todd said, prompting a burst of note-taking from the reporters. "But tonight's events come as a direct result of the kind of anti-predator rhetoric we have seen from the Turnbull campaign from the very beginning. Turnbull thrives by pitting predator against prey, by using fear to make a gap then driving in a wedge to split us. I am far from the first victim of Turnbull's rhetoric, and I won't be the last unless we as a city refuse to tolerate him and all those who seek to divide us. Look at me," Todd gestured to his face. The camera focused on his eyes, broadcasting his bloodshot, burned eyes in HD across the city. "This is the Zootopia Turnbull wants. Is this the Zootopia you want?"

Some reporters tried to get in a follow-up question, but Officer Wilde leaned in and whispered something in Renard's ear. "Officers Hopps and Wilde would like to make a statement."

Todd stepped back, allowing Hopps and Wilde to take center stage. Judy's nervousness was evident, and not totally unexpected after her last press conference. Nick began. "Being a predator, let alone a fox, in this city means a difficult life no matter who you are. Day in and day out you wave to deal with fear and mistrust - sometimes even from those closest to you. It's easy to let it all beat you down, to become what the world expects you to be. But Todd Renard refused. When the world told him that he could never amount to anything, that no one would ever trust a fox, he refused to listen. Todd Renard is an example for not just predators but all animals of someone who refuses to let the injustices of the world win, no matter the cost, and that is why I'm endorsing him for mayor of Zootopia."

Another round of flashbulbs went off before Judy spoke. She hesitated slightly before beginning. "I lived my whole life with people telling me I could never be a cop. Friends, family, and even people who barely knew me all told me to abandon my dream because it was 'impossible'," By this point, Judy seemed to have found her stride. "I stand before you now as one of Zootopia's finest along with my fellow 'impossible' officer Nicholas Wilde, and I'm proud to endorse our 'impossible' candidate, Todd Renard."

Another storm of flashes and questions arose, but Todd waved them off. The camera caught the group walking to a car, exchanging some papers from a satchel bag, and leaving the parking lot. The camera panned back to Cape. "There you have it, what was originally coverage of an attack on Mayoral Candidate Todd Renard became a brief, impromptu press conference along with endorsements from Zootopia's two most famous police officers. You can be sure that this is not the end of this story. Coming to you from Sacred Hart Hospital in Savannah Central, I'm Robert Cape and this is ZNN."

After more questions at the ZPD headquarters and a barrage of interview requests in his email inbox, Todd was finally back at home wrapping up the last of the day's business with Dakota. Attack or no, they still had a campaign to run.

Other than a table lamp, the only light in the room came from the TV replaying ZNN's coverage of the attack silently. By now the interview footage was interspersed with commentary from experts and "experts" that the news network brought on to give their thoughts. Some staff member from the Turnbull campaign currently took up the screen, giving her spin on why Todd was wrong no doubt.

The fox and coyote weren't paying attention to the screen. They were both busy looking over polling data with some nervousness. Their latest round of polling put them in second, but as it stood, even with a boost from sympathy voters after the night's events the race would be tight at the most on election day. Nileworthy's supporters had been whittled down to a relatively small but dedicated group, and there was little hope of pulling votes from Turnbull.

"We have to do something," Todd said. Dakota nodded silently. Todd continued after a moment. "We have to keep Turnbull out of office."

"And more importantly, we need to get you in office."

After a few minutes of silent puzzling, Todd spoke up. "I've got an idea."

"What is it?"

"It's a long shot, but if it works then we might just win this election."