AN: Another chapter because I love y'all! 3
PS: Zootopia and its characters belong to Disney.
Somewhere in Zootopia
The moon began its descend towards the horizon and the stars started to fade away from the dark blue sky as the night came slowly but surely to an end. Mammals began to awake from their slumber, while other poor souls which were working the late night shifts fell upon their sheets. Birds sang their songs, the sun crept gradually up the horizon, and for a short yet elusive moment, the usually bustling metropolis was silent.
He loved these moments, when time seemed to stand still during dawn. It was at these times when he was able to truly breath in, to relax his tense muscles, and forget about everything. The fresh air in his lungs and the wonderful serenity was like a cleanse for his soul, as the elder silver fox closed his eyes, relishing the short moments before all hell would be let loose.
"Father, we have returned," a voice echoed through the interior of the room, breaking the silence. Opening his eyelids slightly, the elder fox perked his ears, signalling the mammals behind him that he had acknowledged them. Suddenly the serenity was gone. Back was the bustling and busy metropolis of Zootopia, ridden with crime and corruption. The pew he sat on no longer felt cozy but hard as the oak wood it was made out of, and the church was no longer warm but cold.
The elder fox moved his paw from his lap to the armrest beside him, grasping and feeling the polished wood of the pew as he spoke up,
"You know, mammals always used to say; One doesn't know what he had, until it is gone."
Letting the words echoing and reechoing through the room, the fox turned his head to regard his underlings. He had spent the night sitting in this old church, the altar in front of him neatly decorated with sacred ornaments and illuminated dimly with candles, relishing the silence. His ears twitched slightly as he heard one of the mammals behind him swallow.
"Don't be nervous, Baader. I'm not angry," the fox spoke up. Indeed, the tone of the elder vulpine was calm, not showing any anger or wrath.
"I'm just disappointed," he continued, before he chuckled lightly, much to the confusion of the cheetah and the tiger, "I sound like a chiding father, how corny."
His smile quickly fell as he continued to stare blankly at the white walls in front of him, "Baader," the tiger's ears fell flat as he heard his name, "Say, how much do you appreciate your tongue?"
Before the feline could reply, a sudden gust of wind put out the candles as the recently lit room was suddenly enveloped in darkness. The warmth from the rising sun diminished and Baader could feel a shiver running down his spine. His heart was racing and he broke out in cold sweat, trying to keep his composure in front of his boss. Any sound from the birds or the city ceased completely, only the breathing of the anxious tiger were audible. Everything was black.
Ensslin clenched her teeth as she tried her best to remain stoic, her brow slightly furrowing as she regarded her partner out of the corner of her eyes. She knew they had failed their assignment and would have to pay dearly for their failure. Never had she seen the usually talkative and confident tiger so much out of character. He was visibly trembling, his eyes glued to the ground, his breathing erratic. She averted her gaze back towards the ground as she heard Father standing up from his seating position, the soft tapping of his paws on the jet black ground.
"What's wrong, Baader? You're usually so talkative," the elder fox spoke, his still calm voice, sounding like a concerned parent raising all the red flags in Ensslin's head as she tried to hold her position. Instincts were screaming at her to make a run for it, rationality was telling her to stay where she was.
Baader was sure his heart was about to burst through his chest as the elder fox now stood in front of him, not daring to look down at the canine as his eyes stared stoically straight ahead.
"You're worrying me, Baader. Why don't you talk to me?"
The elder fox's tone resembled the one of a concerned parent, calm and yet dripping with sorrow, and Baader was suddenly tempted to open his mouth, just so he could reassure the elder fox that he was alright. That he was still the same talkative and charming tiger. Swallowing the lump in his throat and not being able to bear the deafening silence anymore, the tiger decided to speak up,
"I'm-," Baader's words were quickly cut off and replaced by a muffled scream as the feline collapsed onto his knees, his paws in front of his maw and blood oozing from between his fingers, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to stop the bleeding.
Ensslin clenched her eyes shut, ear flatly on her head as she tried to ban the muffled screaming of her partner from her mind. She wanted nothing more than to just get away from here, but her body was frozen, not daring to aggravate the elder fox any more.
The vulpine on the other paw stood relaxed as always in front of the trembling form of the tiger, paws in his pockets and not having moved a single muscle. His voice was still calm and collected as he spoke up,
"It's a shame, really. I liked our conversations, Baader. But I really hope you've learned your lesson." Turning his head towards the paralyzed cheetah, aside from Baader's whimpering his ears picked up the slightly erratic breathing of her, while she didn't dare to move a single muscle.
Ensslin's eyes remained shut while she tried to calm down her heart. She knew she would be the next to receive her punishment. After literally watching how Baader's tongue was cut off, she couldn't imagine what Father would do to her. And whatever it was, she would rather have her eyes closed when it was happening.
But much to her surprise, nothing happened. Not hearing anything other than the erratic breathing of Baader beside her who had stopped whimpering, her ears couldn't pick up anything. Daring to open her eyes, she was met by the usual interior of the church. The darkness was gone, replaced with the serene atmosphere of the sacred building, sunlight pouring through the stained glass above the altar. Surprised, the feline let her gaze roam the room, seeing the elder fox was back at his place at the front pew, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Her gaze fell upon the bent down form of her partner before she rushed to his side and helping the tiger picking himself up.
Not understanding the situation, she looked back at the unmoving form of the elder fox. She had expected to be punished, to be maimed just like her partner, but nothing had happened. Inspecting her body while she held onto Baader, she couldn't see any wounds or anything out of place.
"Don't worry, En. I haven't done anything to you yet," the fox spoke, his gaze locked in front of him. Ensslin's heart began to calm down as she realized she wouldn't be maimed today. But she knew this wouldn't be over yet.
"Consider this a warning. I want you two to lay low for a while. The ZPD will be looking for you and we can't risk another failure now, can we?"
Not expecting the outcome of this meeting, Ensslin swallowed heavily before she uttered a quiet "Yes, Father," and lead the injured tiger towards the door. Without another word the two felines left the church, the wooden double doors falling shut and the sound echoing through the room before fading into the serene silence the elder fox enjoyed so much.
He sighed wearily as he closed his eyelids, thinking about what he should do next. His underlings seem too incompetent to finish this job. It was supposed to be simple; get rid off the loose end and make him pay for what he had done. What he didn't expect was the involvement of a certain red fox. A fox who was able to summon a Familiar and therefore bears the blood of a Magnolia. And as if that wasn't enough, that coward of a wolf ran off with that rabbit, disappearing off the radar.
Opening his eyelids and revealing a pair of white orbs, the elder silver fox mumbled to himself as he stared blankly at the floor. His underlings were clearly not capable of something as simple as getting rid off some mammals. Much to his dismay he didn't see any other option than to take matters into his own paws,
"If you want it done right, you have to do it yourself."
-o-
In all of the years Wolford had been on the force, he had interrogated numerous criminals. The majority of them were stubborn and prideful, thinking they could outsmart an officer by remaining completely silent and therefore be untouchable. No matter what a police officer would do, as long as one would remain silent, nothing could be done. And Wolford had always managed to get the truth one way or the other out of them.
Until now.
Here he stood, in the dark room on the other side of the interrogation room B3, only the one-way mirror in front of him keeping his partner from strangling the fox, who was sitting cool as a cucumber at the table as he stared lazily at the walls. It was infuriating.
They had interrogated him hours after hours until the sun was way up, wasting almost the whole morning listening to the snarky replies and smart assed quips from that fox. While Wolford had quite the patience considering he was a senior officer with decades of experience, his partner on the other paw wasn't as thick skinned. He swore he could hear Fangmeyer grinding her teeth as she stared at the fox from the other side of the mirror, her brows furrowed and a growl on her lips.
"Four hours. Four. Hours! This damned fox hasn't told us anything worthwhile while we're practically running on fumes!" the tigress ranted as she crossed her arms. Her slightly shorter partner chuckled lightly as he watched his angry partner. Wolford had known her for quite a while now, and knowing her short temper he also knew that the best thing to do was wait out until she would cool down. So while Fangmeyer continued to rant about the fox, Wolford thought about what they knew so far.
As it turned out, the fox in the other room was no other than the missing fox, Nicholas P. Wilde, tailor and the owner of the severed finger, apparent by the stump on his paw. It was still a mystery for Wolford as to how his finger landed in Hopps' car and why he was at the scene together with her.
Arriving at the scene, all he had seen was Hopps and that fox huddled up to one another, while a giant white wolf wielding a sword and holding a striped rabbit hostage was about to attack them. All the while they were literally engulfed by flames and destruction. The situation was surreal and if Wolford hadn't already seen some messed up things during his career, he wouldn't have been able to work properly that night.
It didn't take a genius to deduct that this giant wolf on scene was the same from the Fox-Finger-Case who had destroyed the apartment of that fox. Apparently they seemed to have an old score to settle, and judging by the smug looking fox sitting in that room, Wolford could only guess who drew the short straw.
But what didn't make sense to Wolford was the involvement of Hopps. Why the hell was she attacked by that tiger? Why was she on scene when everything apparently went awol? What were her connections to that wolf and Wilde? Did Hopps have any skeletons in her closet they should know about?
Before Wolford could muse any more, the door suddenly opened as a huge cape buffalo entered the room, his gruff demeanor well known throughout the precinct.
"Chief Bogo," Wolford greeted his superior as the two officers stood at attention while the buffalo just nodded curtly.
"Wolford, Fangmeyer. Status report," he gruffly said as he turned towards the window, his gaze falling upon the fox. He immediately frowned upon seeing the relaxed demeanor of a supposedly interrogated suspect. He continued to glare at him through the glass while he listened to the report of his officers.
"The suspect is one Nicholas P. Wilde, a tailor from Downtown. He is the same missing fox from the Fox-Finger-Case," Bogo raised a brow upon hearing that information, "We have been interrogating him the whole morning, but he hasn't said anything useful yet."
"What about Hopps?" the buffalo asked as he turned around to regard his officers. This time Fangmeyer spoke up,
"We were about to interrogate her next after him," she practically spat the last word before she sighed lightly, "But I don't think we're going to get anything from him, so I suppose we can go over to her."
Bogo only nodded as he dismissed his officers, the wolf and the tigress already leaving to interrogate the bunny. As soon as Bogo was alone, he reached into his pocket before pulling out a small booklet. Opening the booklet he flipped through some of the pages. Of course, while his officers were busy interrogating that fox, he had been reading through the book. To say he was confused would be an understatement.
Nothing inside this book made sense to him, the content bordering on a fantasy novel and one had to be insane to understand this. Deciding he would ask the fox about it later, Bogo went to leave the room. He had a bunny to question.
-o-
Judy felt horrible. Never in her life had she felt this exhausted and terrible before. Everything was sore, her mind was running on fumes, and her stomach was churning from everything that had happened. Concern and worry for Nick and Jack plagued her mind. She hadn't slept a single second since she was brought to the precinct a couple hours ago, waiting to be interrogated. She knew they wanted to question Nick first, having decided not to sleep as she thought she would be next very soon. But who could've known that it would last several hours? What the heck was that fox telling them?
Whatever it was, Judy was sure it wasn't helpful. Judging by what she already knew from the witty fox, he probably just threw around snarky comments and bad jokes until the officers would eventually break. Sighing wearily and resting her head on the cool metal table, Judy decided to rest her eyes for a while as she waited to be questioned.
She almost fell into a slumber as the door was suddenly thrown open, causing her to jerk awake as she lifted her weary head from the table. Upon seeing the bulky form of her boss sitting across from her, the bunny straightened herself before she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
"I hope we didn't let you wait for too long," Bogo greeted her as he laid down a file upon the table before flipping through the content. Judy gazed nervously at the file before she shook her head. The buffalo only nodded curtly.
"Alright Hopps," he began as he closed the file in front of him as he looked into the bunny's anxious eyes, "I want you to tell me in detail what the hell is happening in my city. Start from the beginning."
His voice was low and demanding, not leaving any room for objections. From what Bogo had learned, he knew Hopps was a very honest and diligent mammal. And judging by the way how her nose was twitching while she squirmed inside her chair, Bogo also knew she would tell him everything she knew. And that she did.
After considering her options, Judy couldn't find another way out of this situation. This was the end of secrets, she couldn't keep anything from Bogo, especially not now under his scrutinizing gaze, not after what happened yesterday. Deciding this was the best option, Judy told her boss everything she knew, beginning from the night they received the call from Jack until the fight against the white wolf the night before, not leaving out any details like Familiars and the Magnolia.
While Judy reported at length what she knew, Wolford and Fangmeyer were listening intently from the observation room, skeptic expressions on their faces.
"Spirits? Magic? I don't understand how Bogo can stay completely serious during this obvious.. joke of a story," Fangmeyer snorted as she watched the bunny. "She's insane. Either that or someone had told her to say that humbug. Maybe it was that fox."
Wolford frowned upon her comment, but decided not to speak up. While he didn't agree with his partner's accusation towards the fox, he couldn't deny how unrealistic this whole story sounded. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he wouldn't have believed it either.
"I believe her," he spoke up, causing the tigress to spin around, looking wide eyed and disbelievingly at him.
"How can you believe such a fairytale? She's obviously leading us on," Fangmeyer objected. Wolford just shook his head, his gaze still glued to the conversation between Hopps and Bogo.
"You weren't there. We've all seen it. That… thing was no mammal like you and me. Whatever it was, it was something sinister, not from this world. Believe me, if you had seen it you couldn't deny it either," he turned around to look at the stunned tigress, "I believe Hopps. I mean look at her," he waved a paw at the anxious rabbit on the other side, "Does she look like she is lying? Leading us on?"
Fangmeyer followed his paw, watching the nervous bunny while she recounted her story. Her ears were limp, her eyes dull and her body slumped. She was tired and exhausted. But most importantly, she looked honest. Not a single fur on her body, not a single movement or twitch showed the tigress any sign of lying or dishonesty. She was really telling the truth.
"Fine," Fangmeyer huffed, as she watched how Bogo was apparently done, packing up and moving towards the door, "I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt." Her voice softened as she continued to watch the bunny, "It still sounds ridiculous, but if you believe her, then I will too."
Wolford smiled upon her answer as his hazel eyes regarded his partner. Stepping closer to her, the wolf hip bumped the tigress, causing the feline to stumble slightly, a surprised look on her face before she glared at the smirking wolf. Seeing the amused sparkle in his eyes and his toothy grin, the tigress couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Hiding her smile, she did the only appropriate thing she could think of;
She socked him on his shoulder.
-o-
As soon as Bogo closed the door to Hopps' room, the buffalo let out a weary sigh through his nostrils while rubbing the bridge of his broad snout.
This is going to be a long day, he tiredly thought. Just as he was about to enter the observation room to discuss matters with his two senior officers, something inside his pocket alerted him. Feeling the vibrations, the buffalo halted in order to pull his phone out. Upon seeing the familiar number of the mayor, his mood immediately soured.
After suppressing a groan, Bogo answered the call as he held the phone to his ear,
"Chief Bogo here, how can I help you today mayor?"
"Bogo, I hope you have a damn good explanation for what's going on in my city! I'm receiving hundreds of calls saying there is some kind of monster hunting innocent prey! So what is this about?"
Bogo did his best to keep his voice calm upon hearing the agitated voice of the old maned wolf. Mayor Chryson had been in office for quite a while now, almost three terms and having done a great job at representing both prey and predator voices throughout the city. Being actually quite popular, the maned wolf won every election by a landslide. He loved the city, and the city loved him.
Knowing the mayor only wanted the best for his city, Bogo tried to appease the canine as he replied to the agitated mayor,
"Mayor, I do have an explanation, you just won't like it," Bogo stated flatly, before hearing a weary sigh from the canine.
"I don't like a lot of things, Bogo. That doesn't mean it's any less relevant. So spit it out already."
Seeing no other option, Bogo told the mayor everything he had just heard from Hopps, making sure not to let out any details while at the same time let it not appear too dramatic. His job was to report, not to sensationalize. After finishing his report, the line went silent for a few moments. Bogo assumed the mayor was trying to digest the cascade of information. He absolutely understood. For an outsider this whole story was just ridiculous and seemed like a huge joke.
Good thing the mayor had a good sense of humour.
"What are we going to do about this?" Chryson calmly stated, surprising Bogo slightly by his cool demeanor after reporting such a story.
"Mayor, you don't-"
"Bogo, I'm not an idiot. When a literal tsunami of calls report of a phantom attacking innocent civilians, and then the Chief of police reports the same, then it's only natural for me to tend towards believing this whole story, as much as it sounds like a fairytale."
Bogo was actually surprised how well the mayor took everything in and felt honored to be trusted on such a scale that the mayor would believe him just by his words.
"Besides, there were a lot of videos on FurTube, and lemme tell ya, some of them are quite graphic," the mayor morbidly chuckled, causing the buffalo to cringe as he replied,
"To get back to your question mayor, I'm planning on assigning my best senior officers to the case. I think they're best suited for thi-"
"I want that bunny on the case."
Bogo's reply died on his tongue upon hearing the mayor's interruption. Wide hazel eyes stared blankly at the floor as the buffalo tried to digest what he had just heard.
"E-Excuse me, mayor? I seem to have problems with my hearing," Bogo stated slowly, praying to any higher power that he had misheard the mayor. Apparently there was no God.
"You heard me right, Bogo. She's the first rabbit cop, right? Judging from your report she seems to have quite the intel. I want her on that case, Bogo. You know what? Get that fox too! They both seem too important to be left out."
The world seemed to be spinning and frozen at the same time as Bogo heard the mayor, his boss ramble about how he should assign the case to Hopps and deputize that fox.
"May- Mayor… Sir, no- we can't-" Bogo spluttered into the phone as the mayor continued,
"Yes, this settles it! Glad we agreed on this. Now do your work, Bogo! This case is not going to solve itself!"
And with that the line went dead, leaving a completely flabbergasted buffalo standing paralyzed in the hallway. Slowly reality settled in and a huge migraine started to settle upon his head like a tomahawk pounding on it, causing him to groan wearily.
He didn't like the idea at all. On the contrary, he thought this was a horrible plan. But since the mayor is technically his superior, after the maned wolf had made a decision, there was nothing else he could do.
Hoping this won't end in a fiasco, the buffalo turned towards the door to the observation room. As his hoof touched the doorknob to open it, a high pitched yelp sounded from the other side, causing Bogo to freeze momentarily before he entered the room.
His eyes fell upon his senior officers, Fangmeyer who stood in the middle of the room facing the one-way mirror, her arms crossed and a satisfied smirk on her face, while Wolford stood beside her, rubbing his shoulder.
Not actually wanting to know what had transpired between them, the buffalo chose to ignore it and proceeded to inform his officers about the mayor's decision.
"The mayor just called me regarding this case," Bogo began, causing both officers to turn their attention to him. Bogo sighed before he stated flatly,
"He wants Hopps on the case and deputize Wilde."
Fangmeyer's mouth fell open as she stared wide eyed at her superior. Wolford managed to maintain his composure as he just crossed his eyes while frowning slightly, though he didn't like the idea very much either.
"He can't do this! Hopps is a rookie! She has barely any field experience for such a case," Fangmeyer reasoned, her paw waving towards the weary bunny in the other room.
"Actually," Bogo retorted as he regarded the feline, "he can. He is the mayor, and technically our boss. I don't like this either, Fangmeyer, " he tried to appease the agitated tigress calmly, "but since both of them seem to have the most intel and experience regarding this case, I don't see much of a choice in this matter. You both are still going to be the leading officers on this case, Hopps and Wilde are merely going to be assets."
Seeing the logic in his explanation, Fangmeyer remained silent as she mulled over the decision. She looked over to her partner, silently asking for his opinion. Upon noticing the gaze on him, Wolford spoke up calmly,
"I think we should give them a chance," he continued as he saw the disbelief in Fangmeyer's eyes, "Don't get me wrong. I think sending a rookie out there is a terrible idea. But Bogo is right. They do have the most knowledge and intel about this case. And who knows, maybe there's more than they let appear."
Seeing his partner calm down, Wolford returned his gaze to his superior as he answered confidently,
"Get them on the case."
-o-
This wasn't good. Nervous emeralds roamed the blankly polished surface of the metal table he sat at, as his bristled fur swished to and fro. His stomach was churning from uncomfortable thoughts as his mind was filled with worries and concern.
Of course Nick didn't show it. On the outside, the smirking and confident fox was cool as a cucumber. Lazy half lidded eyes, slightly tilted ears and a lazy smile on his lips. He was the personification of relaxed. At least so he seemed. On the inside a war raged between guilt and self doubt.
What kind of friend am I, first losing Skye and now Jack, Nick thought bitterly while his mask remained unbroken in place, the calm fox waiting for the officers to return.
Why wasn't he able to save Jack? Why couldn't they find Skye? He was right there! He had the blood of a Magnolia, he had magic powers for Pete's sake! Why was everything going wrong?
Nick subconsciously clenched his fists as doubtful thoughts filled his mind. Ever since the day Fanny passed away the fox had problems dealing with loss. Nick had never come to terms with his mother's early passing, refused to understand why the world had taken away such a good and loving person. And now the rest of his family was gone as well.
What have I done to deserve this? Nick thought bitterly as he tried to find any events in his past that could've led to this moment. What had he done that karma paid him back in such a manner?
Is it because I'm a Magnolia? Nick knew all members of the family have done terrible things, they were terrible mammals who killed and murdered. So who was to say he wasn't one either? Maybe he hadn't killed anyone yet, but what if…
His train of thought was fortunately interrupted by the opening door as Wolford and Fangmeyer entered the room. Internally breathing out in relief, the fox put on his mask and widened his lazy smile, straightening himself as he opened his mouth, depressing thoughts shoved into the back of his mind,
"I knew you guys would return sooner or later. I mean, who can resist this rogue fox charm? Am I right, kitty cat?" Nick quipped as he winked at Fangmeyer.
The tigress shot daggers at the fox as she sat down across from him, her partner taking the chair beside her. While the wolf regarded Nick with a more neutral expression, Nick could tell by his bristled fur that he wasn't amused by his antics.
"Shut it, Wilde, before I make you," Fangmeyer growled, causing the fox to smirk wider.
"That sounds interesting. I actually like it a little rough," the fox retorted as he leaned back on his chair, causing the tigress to jump from her chair.
"YOU-" she growled, but before she could sock the infuriating fox on his jaw, a gray furred paw stopped her advances, causing her to regard her lupine partner.
"Calm down, Fang," Wolford calmly ordered. Seeing the reassurance in his hazel eyes, Fangmeyer took a deep breath before sitting down while continuing to glare at the fox. Nick wasn't done though.
"I see, apparently Wolfy here wears the pants," the fox stated amusedly. Much to his disappointment, Wolford didn't react. Instead the wolf calmly asked him,
"How much do you know about the Magnolia?"
"Cutting right to the case, huh? You're no fun, Wolfy," Nick chuckled.
"Just answer the question, Wilde. How much do you know about them?" Wolford continued.
"Well, I know they are beautiful flowers. Did you know they symbolize purity and dignity?" Nick asked innocently, causing the tigress again to growl. Growing impatient from the fox's antics, Wolford sighed wearily while rubbing the bridge of his snout.
"Why are you doing this, Wilde? Is it because you think you'll get in trouble for answering? Because we can assure you, you're not in trouble. We just want your help," Wolford stated as he regarded the fox.
"Oh, that's how it is," Nick said, his voice dripping with amusement, "But no. I just think it's funny to see steam coming out of kitty cat's ears here."
Nick pointed at Fangmeyer before he broke out in laughter, the tigress throwing him death stares as she tried her best not to rip off that fox's head.
Wolford just slumped in his chair as he saw no point in trying to convince that infuriating fox to help them. Mayor's decision or not, they couldn't force him to help. Sighing the wolf was about to stand up from the table, as the laughing from the fox stopped before he spoke up,
"Alright, let me get this straight. The ZPD decides to finally take matters into their own paws, seeing how Zootopia is being terrorized. So naturally they send half of a precinct to the scene to arrest one culprit only to find out, whoopsie: they're useless against them and lose the hostage. So of course they try to find the hostage and get more leads. Double whoopsie, they know nothing. And whoopsie number three-sie, the only help they can get now is from a conniving fox and a bunny they have pegged as a secretary."
Nick dropped his smirk as he regarded the glaring tigress and wolf with a serious expression,
"So yes, I do know very much about the Magnolia and I would be glad to help you, under one condition. We're going to do this my way, with Carrots and me in charge, and nothing will be questioned."
"No way! We're not some kind of-" Fangmeyer began angrily, but was cut off by Wolford's paw on her shoulder.
"Deal," Wolford simply stated, causing the tigress to widen her eyes in disbelief before she spoke up,
"You can't be serious!"
"I'm dead serious, Fang. He's the only help we're gonna get, and if these are the conditions, so be it," he calmly retorted before he regarded the smirking fox with a serious expression,
"Listen, Wilde. We don't like you, you don't like us. But if you're truly willing to help us, then I'm ready to give you the benefit of the doubt and agree to your conditions."
Hearing this, Nick's smirk widened before he extended a paw towards the wolf who accepted it, ultimately sealing a deal between the two parties and forming a team in order to save his friends and set and end to this whole mess.
"We have a deal, Wolfie."
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