"Alright men, this is supposed to be a clean op, no fuck-ups, am I clear?"

"Yes sir!"

"Alright then let's move out"

The sounds of near-silent grapple hooks latching onto the 4th floor balcony were marginally muffled by the quiet but normal nightlife commotion of the city. The small team ascended the building's façade quickly. Their paws padded as to not damage or wake the inhabitants of the apartment complex. The small team of four soon reached the level and took pawhold on the exterior window ledges. The leader made a rapid succession of paw signals and the operatives unclipped a small circular machine from their belt. Placed against the glass, the machine began to slightly hum.

'Click'

The window latch unlocked, allowing entry. The team lifted the point of entry ajar without any effort, silently climbing in. Their footsteps were thankfully muffled by thick shag carpeting. The leader pointed to what they were after, signaling it was go time. The operatives crept up, and pulled out the damp rag. Their leader reached into his small pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, placing it on the dresser. He gave the 'go' signal. In one swift motion, they got their treasure and bolted out the window, closing it again as they left. They put it in the back of their inconspicuous cleaner's van and climbed in.

"A successful mission sir?" One of the thieves asked, taking off his mask and letting his ears flop out.

"Oh yes, this should cause quite some commotion" He chuckled, taking off his own mask.

"Does this mean you're officially back in Zootopia sir?" A smile crept onto his face, twisting the stripes into daggers,

"Why yes, Jack's back…and I think Zootopia's about to get a bit more Savage"

"MmmyesCarrotsI'llHaveItDoneBeforeNoon" Nick mumbled, still within the clutches of slumber. The rising sun bled through the window and struck his eyelids with a piercing sting, ending his peaceful rest.

"Mmm…morning Carrots…how'd you sleep?"

He rolled over, and lifted his sleep-heavy eyelids expecting to gaze into his partner staring lovingly at him, but the adjacent side of the bed was empty. "Maybe she got up and made breakfast" He sat up and sniffed the air, but couldn't even get a whiff of blueberry or carrot. He looked around for signs of her morning routine, from dirty clothes littered outside the shower door, to a blueberry on the dresser. She occasionally did that as a sweet gesture to remind him she loved him, he thought it was a bit cliché but was grateful nonetheless. However, this time there was no blueberry, but instead a folded letter. He lifted the covers from his boxers-only clad lower half and sat on the edge of the bed. He picked up the letter and read it:

Dear Mr. Wilde, you probably may be wondering where a certain Miss Hopps is this fine morning.

If you're as clever as you claim to be you will realize what this letter entails.

This is not ransom, as I do not want anything from you except your suffering.

I assume that I have achieved that.

If you wish to get your dear bunny back, you can't.

She was meant to be with her own kind anyways, not some filthy fox.

The letter wasn't signed or noted. The writer meant to remain anonymous, with good reason. Whoever took Judy was going to pay. Nick clenched his paws into fists, crinkling the letter. His tears leaving coffee-stain sized spots on the paper. His face twisted into a snarl and he let out a growl, his teeth exposing themselves. He was standing now, visibly shaking with pure rage, he let out a primal scream that shook the apartment.

"JUUUUUUDYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

He collapsed back onto the bed, his fit of rage turning into a fit of sobs. His eyed ached red and his nose clogged up, only one thing on his mind:

How was he going to solve this without Judy?

Longer chapter coming Sunday night