DISCLAIMER: I had my bid to own Zootopia all ready to go when Rolly snatched it and ate it. So, I still don't own Zootopia and am now trying to get Rolly unstuck from my cookie jar.

Thanks, TheoreticallyEva for editing this chapter again! You are awesome gal!

Doug Ramses wasn't in the greatest of moods. Neither was Damian Hornby, who was sitting next to them. About twenty minutes ago, several police cruisers had shown up just down the block and barricaded the road in both directions. The other cell that had dropped in to discuss the equipment that had been set up was also there, bringing the total to twelve mammals, mostly former colleagues of Doug's who had left the city waterworks commission sometime in the last couple months due to the city's promotion of predators – filth - over mammals more qualified. Bosses wanting to "make amends" with that population.

It wasn't normal for two cells to meet, but Dade Walker had insisted after the cell leader had called the elders up, concerned with the police activity in the area of their safe house. At the time the decision was made to move them here, the streets were relatively empty.

Their arrival almost coincided with the announcement of a press release from the chief of police, though details of that were sketchy, so they kept the news on to hear whatever the filth-enabler had to say. Most likely, given the police presence outside, it was to announce a lockdown, which would mean that unless they wanted to subject themselves to scrutiny, they'd be stuck here.

The ram glanced over to his right and noticed Hornby gesturing him into the small office off the main production floor. He sighed and made his way over and into the small room, where a desk and a computer had been set up.

"I'm about to call Stang, see where she is in this mess, and see if we can find out who she's with," Hornby remarked as he gestured to one of the two cheap chairs on the other side of his desk. The longhorn sat down on the other side, pulling out his cell phone. The Swype app was already open, and the ram watched as Hornby punched in Felicity's number and called, turning on the speakerphone.

Felicity Stang was sitting in her living room, one of the equine undercovers keeping watch on the street outside through the window while the other kept a sharp eye on her. She'd tried making small talk to pass the time but found that neither officer was particularly interested, so she'd resorted to watching the news.

The images that poured forth were even more graphic than the brief snippets she'd seen in the police station, and she sat riveted to her TV as graphic image after graphic report spilled out of the channel to which she had tuned. It was apparently ZNN, based on the female snow leopard reporter and her moose partner. Their voices were mechanical as they described the carnage, and the sight of the taped-off stadium in the Canals district brought tears to her eyes, remembering a Currents game she'd attended with her father shortly before he passed and realizing they were likely all hurt or dead now.

So absorbed was she in the news footage that she almost jumped out of her fur when her phone, sitting forgotten on the coffee table in front of her, began a loud incessant noise that her brain associated with her ringtone. She scrambled for the offending device, but Officer Livingston was faster, snatching it up, muting the TV and rattling off a string of reminders before Felicity answered. Meanwhile, Hardt moved to a recorder they'd set up just after their arrival.

Once both officers were ready, Felicity hit the answer button and turned on the speaker. "Hello?"

"For purity," came the voice on the other end. Undoubtedly Hornby.

"Purity we shall have." Stang saw the two officers glance at each other, with Hardt giving Livingston some sort of gesture that seemed to pacify the smaller equine. Felicity turned back to the phone. "That you, Hornby?"

"Yes. Just wanted to make sure you were safe and sound, Stang." Translation: We wanted to make sure you weren't dead or in a police cell.

"I'm fine, Damian."

"Why do you sound like you're on a speakerphone, Stang?"

The mare's heart dropped, and she scrambled for an answer, searching desperately around her apartment for something that might give her an idea. Her eyes landed on Officer Hardt, who was lightly tapping the headphones she was wearing, and looking pointedly at her.

"Sorry, it's these headphones, Hornby. Great sound, but my family tells me the mic picks up everything." It wasn't a total lie. Her one pair of Bluetooth headphones made her sound like she was down a well.

Her officer companions both nodded in acceptance of her story, and apparently, Damian bought it, too. "That's fine. How is your family? Are they safe?"

Felicity frowned at the phone. Though he'd opened up to her about his own past, she hadn't spoken to him much about hers. The question was even more unusual, since she'd been out to visit family in Deerbrooke county for a week. However, he had mentioned that she should get her family out of the Rainforest District when she'd gotten back, so maybe he thought she had some in the city as well.

"They're fine. My sisters are the only ones in town, and they got out safely. They're in the other room watching the news. They can't hear us."

Both officers nodded their approval, and there was a short silence on the other end of the line, before Hornby came back on. "What's your assessment on the test today?"

"You mean the … well, the Rainforest District?"

"Yes."

The mustang mare closed her eyes and composed herself, thinking through all of the TV footage she'd seen that day, along with anything else that the news stations could have easily deduced on their own. She consciously shut out anything she'd overheard at the police station.

"It was… shocking… That's the best I can describe it, really. There were mammals all over the city going savage, though."

"The higher-ups are calling this test a success. The news hasn't shown it yet, but there's word of entire wolf packs being dealt with."

"Dealt with?" Stang did her best to keep her voice even, despite the glances her two officer companions gave each other.

"Yes. They won't be a problem anymore. Like the filth that ripped up the open-air market."

Stang swallowed hard. "I saw that. The news was showing some drone footage."

"Right. Anyway, we're expecting the city to go on lockdown any moment. Once the lockdown is lifted, you will be needed to look over the results and make improvements. We noticed that the new formula is having an undesired effect on prey mammals, not just filth. The higher-ups want that fixed so that we can move on to the final phase of the product. They're pushing us this time, though. We don't have a lot of time to perfect it."

"Are the police on to us?" Stang's question was one of the test questions the officers had proposed earlier, should any of her former colleagues call.

"They'd be fools not to suspect someone, but so far, we haven't seen or heard anything to suggest that they know who specifically was behind it. Most of the radio chatter has been cleanup and searches."

Felicity squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, collecting her thoughts. "There were a lot of police roaming around when I was out with my sisters today."

"Undoubtedly. But our colleagues have a plan to keep them looking the other way."

The two officers in the room exchanged looks, before turning their attention back to the phone call. The lone civilian in the room had to fight to keep her voice from wavering as she asked how Hornby planned to do that.

"You'll find out in due time, Stang. For now, sit tight. We'll let you know when we expect you to show up for work. Your next payment allowance should be available today. For purity."

"Purity we shall have." The phone disconnected, and Felicity breathed a huge sigh of relief, looking down at her hoof and only now noticing how badly it was shaking.

The two officers sprang into action. Officer Hardt pulled a small memory stick from her recorder and grabbed the laptop she'd brought with them, connecting to the ZPD, likely to upload the audio file she'd just recorded, all the while talking to her partner in hushed tones. It was a while before they addressed the mustang again.

"Good job on that. It's too bad they didn't say where they were, but that's not your problem. What's his next step?" Hardt, the larger of the two, had her scratch pad and pen out, ready to take some notes.

Stang thought back to their last test. "He'll lay low for a while, wait until the heat dies down, then call me in, so that I can review his formula. He'd be suspicious, though, if I wasn't at his beck and call."

Officer Livingston nodded. "We'll keep your schedule open, obviously. For now, we sit tight, watch the news, and wait for the detectives to give us orders."

The mustang nodded and unmuted the TV, changing the channels to look for something a little more positive.

"You have no right to say that! I have just as much a right to be here as you!"

"You have NO right to be here, you animal-eating FREAK OF NATURE! Go back to whatever Godforsaken hellhole you crawled out of in the first place!"

"How dare you talk to my mate that way!"

"You get the hell out of here, too, you sick freak!"

What had started out as a quick walk to the bus station for one cheetah couple had turned into a shouting match when a herd of antelope had intercepted them on their way to said bus station. The argument and shouting had drawn the attention of other mammals on the street and quickly escalated into a free-for-all verbal war.

For Officer Jake Steele, despite being a hippo, and a fairly large and intimidating one at that, it wasn't an ideal situation. He'd called for backup but was told there weren't any units available. Now he and his wolf partner were trying their best to manage the rising tempers of dozens of mammals.

They'd been dispatched from Sahara Square to Savanna Central to help with the shortage of officers, despite the concerns that had popped up in their own district.

"We just wanted to get on the bus and go home!"

"Get out of our city, then! You don't belong here!"

For the fifth time, Officer Steel forcibly separated the two bickering mammals and took the antelope aside to deal with him while his partner did the same with the lynxes. No sooner had they done that, though, when a scream erupted from the crowd. Steele looked around to see a hysterical ibex shrieking at something on the ground. Leaving the antelope where they were, the large officer muscled his way through the crowd to find another ibex, presumably the shrieking one's mate, picking himself up off the ground, a bloody road rash on one side of his face.

Steele stooped down to the hysterical female's eye level. "OK, what happened here?"

"He swiped at my husband! He's going savage!" The female pointed to a black jaguar at the front of the crowd of predators, who was looking on with an expression of surprise and dismay.

"That's not true at all! That prey swung first! He just put his paw up to block the blow! That prey lost his balance!" There were murmurs of agreement in the crowd of predators.

The downed ibex's wife didn't stop her yelling, either. "You'll lie about anything to defend your fellow predators! He swiped, I saw it!" There were a few voices of agreement on the prey side of the divide, but most seemed to be keeping their mouths shut.

Officer Steel knelt to examine the fallen ibex. None of the injuries appeared serious, but the road rash on his face needed attention. "Ma'am, your husband doesn't have any scratch marks, besides a nasty case of road rash. You'll probably want to get checked out at one of the clinics, but it's not life-threatening."

"What? You aren't going to arrest that predator?"

Before Officer Steele could say anything, a voice interrupted him. "Excuse me, officer? I got it all on camera here." The hippo looked over and down to see a rabbit buck standing next to a bat of some species, paw-in-paw. "We came over to see what was going on and caught it on camera." He gestured with his smartphone.

The downed ibex's wife glared at the newcomers. "Stay out of this, rabbit. This is for big mammals. And while you're at it, you shouldn't be walking around with a predator like that. You look like some sort of sick couple."

The bat stood up tall and stared down the ibex, along with her rabbit companion, an impressive feat considering the two were less than half the size of the ungulate. "We ARE a couple, MA'AM. Just because I'm a predator and he's not doesn't mean we can't see past the surface!"

Officer Steele raised his voice. "Enough! Your love lives have nothing to do with the situation at paw. Now. You said you had proof of what happened. Show me," the large officer ordered. The buck, barely flinching, unlocked his phone and pulled up the recently taken video. Unfortunately, his screen was too small for the hippo to see clearly, so they had to send it to the hippo's larger phone first.

The video started out like any amateur video taken from a phone normally would, with a lot of jerkiness and rustling, before focusing on the ibex couple. There was a lot of shouting happening before the male ibex raised his hoof and swung it at the black jaguar. The jaguar raised his paw and ducked out of the way, and the unexpected move seemed to cause the ibex to lose his balance. He tripped over the nearby curb and went down.

The hippo officer thanked the buck for the video and asked if he would be willing to provide a statement if necessary, before turning to the ibex couple. "Ma'am, you and your husband were the instigators here. In fact, that jaguar has every right to charge your husband with assault, so I'd suggest you stop lying to law enforcement, and stop wasting our time."

After talking with the other mammals involved, including the jaguar, who decided not to press charges, the hippo officer made his way back through the crowd to his partner, who had been working on getting the predators to disperse. This in turn caused the prey mammals to disperse, as there were fewer targets for their wrath.

Steele glanced back at the bunny and bat couple just in time to see them round a corner, arm-in-arm. A stray thought flitted through his mind. If only everyone could get along like that. Zootopia would be so much better. Not a second later, the image of two of Precinct One's officers popped into his head. Maybe it's not so much of a pipe dream after all.

Bogo stared out at the sea of reporters gathered in the Precinct One lobby, mulling over the message he was about to give them. He didn't relish it at all, even though he knew it was the right call. Citizens may not see it that way, and there was the possibility that this would result in more riots than were already happening, but there was no other choice. Not if they wanted to catch those responsible and restore order.

The chief glanced down at his notes, then at the grizzly fire chief that stood next to him, and the mayor just beyond. Both wore grim expressions on their faces, with the mayor dressed in working clothes, an orange safety vest, and a hard hat. He'd just come back from a visit to the Rainforest District and had spent most of his time in the city's emergency operations center since declaring the state of emergency several hours prior.

Chief Bogo squared his shoulders and marched up to the podium that had been hastily set up in the middle of the lobby in front of the dispatcher's desk. Antlerson himself had been moved to one of the spare offices on the upper floor. The last time they'd had a news conference here, things had been rather shaken up after the exposure of Bellwether's conspiracy, and now, they were about to tell the city they were effectively under full police control.

He reached the podium and arranged his notes on the small space, pulling out his reading glasses and putting them on. Of course, the mass of reporters decided that this was the opportune moment to voice their questions, and the lobby exploded into a cacophony of noise. The buffalo held up a hoof for silence, though it seemed to take longer than normal for the reporters to settle down, and he had to resort to his intimidating glare to shut a few up.

"Ladies and gentlemammals. As you well know, this morning, our city was subjected to unspeakable acts of terrorism. A group of mammals, for reasons we can't possibly understand, took it upon themselves to try to destroy our way of life." The chief shuffled his notes. "Already, the city has been placed under a state of emergency. However, we feel that this isn't sufficient. As of now, the city is being placed under lockdown. Martial law."

The mob of reporters immediately began throwing questions his way, and he again raised a hoof for silence. "Please refrain from questions until after this announcement. We are expecting reinforcements from our outlying counties and towns, and they will be helping the ZPD and the fire department in our daily tasks. Transportation is permitted on a restricted basis, as we will have checkpoints set up at strategic areas throughout the city, and we will be monitoring all public transit. We would strongly encourage anyone who does not need to travel to simply stay at home. Furthermore, all traffic out of the city is prohibited until further notice. All access into and out of the Rainforest and Canal Districts is also prohibited, except for emergency and city crews."

Bogo switched to another page. "Furthermore, there is a curfew in place. Please do not leave your house between the hours of ten p.m. and six a.m. Anyone caught out between these hours without reason will be subject to fines or arrest."

The cape buffalo took a breath. "I realize these will be some difficult times for everyone, but it's the only path we have that we feel can restore order. It will take a long time to get back to normal, but please respect that, for many, there is no normal anymore. Many of your fellow mammals have lost homes, possessions, even friends and loved ones. Please respect that, and allow us to do our jobs. I'll take questions now."

The reporters once again started yelling and shouting their inquiries. The ruckus was so bad that Bogo had to resort to what Wilde had coined his "battlefield voice" to get them to quiet down so that he could pick one of the reporters, a giraffe standing near the back.

"George Tallex, Zootopia Weekly Advocate. Do you have any suspects for today's attacks?"

The chief was prepared for this. It was only logical to assume that the terrorists would be watching, so he'd carefully formulated several responses. "Well, we are keeping our options open. However, it's too early in the investigation to tell."

"Joey Williams, Zootopia Broadcasting Corporation," a wallaby clearly from Outback Island stated when he was chosen. "Is there any connection between this attack and the attack on the Grand Palm Hotel a month ago?"

"At this point, the connections we have are the most obvious. Both were carefully planned and executed, and both targeted mammals with a strain of Night Howler." The chief didn't even want to let on that they knew it was the same group of mammals involved both times.

"Next question." He scanned the crowd, before choosing a rabbit in the front row. "Yes, you."

"Yes, um… I'm Theresa Jumpson from Bunnyburrow Daily. What is being done to protect prey from predators?"

Bogo bit back a sigh. Though reasonably phrased, the question was clearly one borne of fear and maybe a little speciesism. "The ZPD protects everyone, and the best way we can do that is to find out who's responsible and bring them to justice."

"But anything in particular for predators? They are the ones going savage."

"Are they being drugged and forced to do things against their will? Yes, they are. But we can't punish them for that. Would you, Miss Jumpson, want to be punished for something you had no control over? You may wish to look up the properties of Midnicampum Holicithias. Any mammal can be reverted to a savage state when it gets into their system."

The bunny shuffled nervously. "So, the ZPD isn't going to take any measures to prevent further savage attacks?"

There was a reason Bogo hated reporters. "Is the ZPD going to arrest a mammal without due cause or reason? No, we are not. Are we going to do these terrorist's jobs by making life more difficult for a small portion of the population? No, we are not. Are we going to bring these terrorists to justice? Yes, we are. No more questions." Bogo stepped away from the podium and headed back to his office, the fire chief following, while the mayor stepped up to take the cape buffalo's place at the microphone.

The mayor made a brief speech about procedures and policies under martial law, then reiterated that all information that mammals would need to get through the coming days and weeks would be posted on the city's website, along with appropriate links on the websites for all news outlets and city services.

Bogo and Chief Pawrell headed into the former's office, with Bogo locking the door behind them, before sitting down in his chair. The fire chief remained standing on the other side of his desk, paws clasped behind his back before addressing his police counterpart. "So, how tight should we keep things, Adrian?"

Bogo pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before replying. "Very tight. The mammals we're after will probably go to ground if they get wind that we know who they are, where they are, or what they've been up to. Worse yet, they may have associates outside the city that we don't yet know about."

The large bear nodded. "So, you do know who they are."

Bogo let out a grunt. "Some of them, at least. We've been very fortunate to catch a few breaks these last couple weeks since the Grand Palm. The major players, at least, we seem to have names for. Most of them, anyways. Still a few question marks."

Silence descended for a moment before Pawrell spoke. "What will you need the fire department to do?"

"It may come down to closing off entire sections of the city, and my people are already running at full throttle."

Pawrell didn't hesitate. "When you need them, Adrian, just call me. My people will help you out wherever you need us."

Though he'd never show it to his subordinates, Bogo let a little of the immense relief shine through the mask he wore towards his fire department equal. Both chiefs knew that there would be little rest for either of them or their subordinates until Bogo had the ones responsible in pawcuffs or bodybags.

"Well, I should head back to HQ. You've got my number, Adrian. Call me with whatever you need. Take care of your people, OK?"

Bogo stood, and the two saluted each other before shaking paws.

"You, too, Bruce. And your people as well."

The bear nodded, following Bogo to his office door and waiting while he unlocked and opened it.

When the fire chief was gone, Bogo returned to his desk and stared for a long while at his computer screen, blank as it was, before shaking his head, waking his computer up, and getting back to work.

Doug clicked the television off and turned to his compatriot. The announcement from Bogo had been interesting, to say the least.

"So. They either don't know who we are and this is a hamfisted attempt to flush us out, or they do know who we are and are boxing us in. I don't much like the latter option," Hornby stated as he sat back at his makeshift desk.

"What are our courses of action if it's the latter?" The ram's monotone voice betrayed no emotion as he regarded his superior.

"We lay low. Wait out the lockdown, then get to one of the safehouses and leave the city. Hide out where we can."

"The ZPD has jurisdiction all over the place. If they figure out who we are, we'll need to escape to another country," the ram observed, scratching his chin.

"We won't need to be that drastic. We can have our people in city government create new aliases for us, new identities."

The ram nodded. "And plastic surgery as well, I presume, since the ZPD would be on us like filth on fresh meat if we kept our old look." The ram's voice remained deadpan.

"Yes, but I don't think it will come to that. Unless Felicity snitched, and you've been keeping an eye on her, they don't have anything to tie us to them. Not only that, but even if she did, she doesn't know all of the details." The Texas longhorn leaned on his elbows on his desk. "First thing we'll do once this lockdown is over, or we have a window of opportunity, is we move to another location and torch this place."

Doug cocked his head. "You sure that's a good idea? In order to lock down the city like this, the police need the support of the fire department as well. They might be suspicious if another building suddenly goes up in smoke. Especially one like this one that's supposed to have its utilities cut off."

Hornby shook his head. "We'll have to risk it. There's enough evidence here of our presence, and the presence of our product, that we have to minimize the risk to ourselves." The Bovidae checked his smartphone. "I need to confer with the higher-ups. Find out what you can about Felicity's actions in the last twenty-four hours, if you can. I'd also like to know who these family members are."

Doug nodded and stood to leave, Hornby following him to the door before closing and locking it. The ram considered his options. His contact in city services might be able to get him access to the jam cams. With that, he could take a look at the surveillance tapes for the area around Felicity's apartment, the same way Bellwether told him that wretched fox and rabbit had done a year ago. He sent the text message to his contact. With luck, he'd have an answer within an hour.

Nick and Judy rolled into the precinct about half an hour after Bogo's announcement. They'd heard it all on the radio, of course, and had called ahead to the roadblock already in position on the highway to let them through. The traffic backup was already horrendous, with travellers, commuters, and transport trucks stopped for miles on the highway, before being forced to turn around. They'd overheard on the police radio, too, that trains were ordered to turn around in the town of Haven, about fifty miles outside the city, and the same town in which the ZPD academy was located.

The news radio had further gone on to explain that incoming flights were being rerouted to Deerbrooke International, almost four hundred miles away, and hotels in all the towns in the area had been booked solid by travellers caught by the unexpected ban.

It had taken them several hours to get back to Zootopia, traveling with lights and sirens on at half speed down the shoulder of the six-lane freeway. They hadn't even been able to grab a bite to eat, and both were hungry, sore, thirsty, and tired. Once they'd gotten into the city, the traffic changed, and the jam was on the opposite side of the freeway, packed with cars trying to get out, but caught by the chief's order to ban all traffic leaving the city. Judy noticed that the squad cars barricading that side of the highway, rather than the black and white of the ZPD, bore the familiar drab brown-and-tan scheme of the Bunnyburrow sheriff's department. She wondered idly if her old boss from when she was volunteering, Sherriff Deerson, had come.

The two had also noticed the stream of reporter mammals leaving the precinct and climbing in to their news vans to return to their various radio, TV, and newspaper offices to work on their stories, or try to find a way to get home, an act more and more difficult with each passing minute as the ZPD slowly locked the city down.

The two parked their cruiser and made their way inside. The lobby was empty save for a few officers hurrying from one urgent task to another equally urgent task and the two officers taking down the podium and curtain backdrop. Judy's sensitive hearing also caught snippets of Bogo's voice talking to another mammal, and she turned to see him descending from the second floor with a large brown bear next to him. The doe recognized him as the fire chief.

Bogo took notice of his two smallest officers and gestured them over. The two made their way in the chief's direction, Judy noting with some dismay that Clawhauser's desk was still empty.

The chief looked down at his two smallest subordinates while his fire department counterpart looked on. "I trust your trip out of town was lucrative?"

Judy nodded. "Very much so, sir. We found the torched delivery van. And inside it was this." She held up the clear evidence bag. "It looks a lot like Wolford's dictation recorder, sir."

Bogo's eyebrows shot up. "You're certain?"

"No, sir, she's Judy Hopps. I'm Nick Wilde."

The chief's eye twitched, and he turned to stare daggers at the smirking, wisecracking fox while Judy snickered. Even Chief Pawrell had a grin on his muzzle. "Well, then, I'm sure Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde would love to tell me exactly what's on it."

Nick's smirk faltered a bit. "We'd love to, sir, but…"

"… We need to see if either cybercrime or lab services can do something with it first," Judy finished, wanting nothing more than to avoid further antagonizing the stressed cape buffalo. "The thing's been out in the elements for months after being in a delivery van that got torched."

The chief nodded. "Very well. I won't hold you up. Get moving."

Rather than take the elevator, the two chose the stairs, since they were there anyway and cybercrime was on the second floor. The two reached the office and knocked, Judy hearing a muffled "Come in." She pushed open the door only to catch the tail end of a conversation between the cougar head of the division and one of his subordinates. "And you're sure that all the city traffic control systems are in lockdown as well? Cameras included?"

The waterbuck nodded. "Every bit of it. We're the only ones that can access it now."

The cougar nodded. "Good. Now, it looks like I have some guests. Start working on the computers that were recovered from the Rainforest District sprinkler control office. I want to know if they've been tampered with, too."

When the other mammal left, the large feline turned to the two tiny officers. "How can cybercrime help you two?"

The doe handed him the evidence bag, making sure to have the larger mammal sign the chain of custody form. The cougar regarded the recorder for a moment. "Looks like it's pretty badly damaged, but it's possible the memory chip survived. We'll take a look at it and get back to you in the morning." He turned and laid the item on his desk, staring at it for a while. "Have a good night, officers."

The two bade him good night in return and left the office, heading down to their cubicle, both idly wondering if there were any cots in the precinct anywhere.

A/N

I'm not going to have them sleep at work am I? And what will that voice recorder contain? The suspense!

To the anonymous Spanish reviewer on FFN, since I can't thank you by private message thank you so much for reading my story and commenting! I had my editor help me with reading your comments though, since I don't know Spanish XD

Still struggling with writers block most nights... This sucks! :(

No references in this chapter or the last one. Stay tuned in the next one, though!

Coming up on December 27: Getting Ducks in a Row!

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