Chief Bogo stared at the gun and clip sitting on his desk, looking like a toy in comparison to the hulking buffalo. "This has just made a serious situation considerably more so." His gaze rose to the fox and the rabbit sitting to attention in the room's other chair. "A dealer that's willing to trade in these is one I want off the streets of my city yesterday." A hoof rubbed the bridge of his snout. "Unfortunately, no-one's willing to talk except Cassandra Garanuug, and she barely remembers a thing she did while in her...distressed state, and though Slapston's been stabilised he won't stir from his medically-induced coma for some time. We've very little to work with."
"Sounds familiar, sir," Nick noted, with the lightest of smirks.
"Indeed." Bogo faintly inclined his head. "I'm assigning you two to this in the hope that your particular experience and knowledge, Wilde, will prove helpful, and because there's a certain, deeply irritating mustelid you, Hopps, have a better chance of extracting useful information from than anyone else. I'll assign your current cases to others, so your focus can be solely on this, and you'll report directly to me. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," fox and rabbit chorused.
"Good. Dismissed."