Sylvia drove down the highway, heading towards the city, when She and Finnick saw a news helicopter fly over them.
"Hey, Look!" She pointed. "It's the ZNC helicopter."
"So what?" He asked. "It flies over every morning to report traffic."
"Finnick, it's 1 P.M." She retorted. "Why would the helicopter be here if something g hadn't happened?"
"Slyvia, traffic's backed up." He motioned to the other lane. "It's noth-"
They were interrupted by distant screaming, and then gunfire.
"I knew it!" Sylvia exclaimed, revving up the motor.
She sped down the highway, weaving in and out between the cars.
"Woah, woah, woah! Slow down! Sylvia, slow down!" Finnick yelled, struggling to get his machine gun out of it's case.
"Look, there's Nick and Judy!" Sylvia pointed.
The duo were being led away by a wolf pointing a small machine gun at them. A cougar with a gun of the same caliber started to fire at them. Slyvia weaved back and forth.
"I can't hit this guy with you driving like that!" Finnick yelled.
The car that had taken Nick and Judy had turned and was driving down the highway, followed by others. Slyvia scowled angrily. She recognized the White Rose as soon as she saw it.
"Nick probably sold them something fake as well." She thought angrily. She shakily brought up the shotgun as she drove up to the cougar, who was desperately reloading. He looked up with a panicky gasp, but was cut short when Sylvia blasted him in the face, not even stopping to see the damage.
"Nice shot!" Finnick commented.
"Reload this!" Sylvia handed him the gun, hitting the gas and speeding up.
Finnick reloaded the shotgun with ease, handing it back to her and bringing up his AK.
"Which car has Nick in it?!" He asked.
"I don't remember!" She cried out.
NICK'S POV
"Hey, Valentino." The wolf in the front seat had a walkie talkie. "We're receiving heavy caliber machine gun fire from... a crazy little fox and an old vixen on a motorcycle?"
The driver, a large bull and apparently Valentino, didn't seem too worried.
"The boy's will take care of it." He had a southern drawl that contradicted his name.
"Do you think it could be Finnick and your mother?" Judy whispered.
"Who else?" Nick muttered. "After she lost my father she was..."
He looked at the ground
"Why are they out here though? I thought Jack had them handcuffed." Judy whispered.
"Finnick can work his way outta those in less than a minute." Nick told her quietly. "And my mother was probably going to come looking for me whether he went with her or not... I just hope they'll be okay..."
Jack's POV
Jack Savage had wanted to take the day off. He left his second in command in charge of the case, and had simply started walking home. He didn't like to take public transit. He didn't trust it. Jack stuffed his hands in his pockets, keeping his head low to the ground. One of the cons about being semi-famous is that you got unwanted attention, and that's especially bad when you work for the ZIB.
"Oh, Mr. Savage!" A feminine voice called out.
Jack groaned inwardly. "Here comes the most annoying reporter ever." He thought to himself. "One Ms. Skye Steppefurd..." Jack turned and smiled at the young sand-colored vixen.
"Ms. Steppefurd, yes! Hello!" He waved.
"Mr. Savage, shouldn't you working right now?" She asked, catching up to him.
"I'm taking the day off." He replied. "And please, just call me Jack."
"I'll start calling you Jack when you start calling me Skye." She grinned cheekily. "Any updates on the Hopps-Wilde case?"
"Well, as I said before... Mr. Wilde has been given a serum of Nighthowler by an unknown source, through Ms. Hopps. Hopps and Wilde have evaded the police and other authority ever since, causing a number of disturbances while doing so." Jack stated.
"Are you worried about Ms. Hopps' safety?" Skye asked. "Do you think Mr. Wilde is a threat to her?"
"No comment." Jack sighed. "This interview is over."
He stood at the bus stop, thumping impatiently.
"Mr. Wilde, is there any relation to your interrogation with Dr. Mohr and his untimely demise?" Skye asked.
"Ms. Steppefurd..." Jack turned. "What interrogation are you talking about?"
"That was top secret information!" He thought angrily. "How did it get out?!"
"Well, I'm pretty sure-" Skye started, but she was interrupted when a large shadow covered her.
"Hey, babycakes!" A large wolf leaned on a sign. "Long time, no see-"
"Hello, Mark." Skye grumbled. "It's been a while."
"Who's your friend?" He asked, looking down at Jack.
"This is Jack, he works with the ZIB" Skye had a strained smile on her face. "I'm interviewing him for a story in The Zootopia Daily News."
"You still work for the newspaper?" He spat at a passing car. "Newspapers are going out of fashion. I told you to quit and get a job for ZNN."
Skye sighed, obviously distressed.
"Sir," Jack said patiently. "You don't have any say in what Ms. Steppefurd does or does not do, and it's awfully rude of you to boss her around like she's your property."
"Oh yea, and what's a little scrap like you going to do about it?" Mark barked.
"Well, I'm sure I can dig up something to arrest you for." Jack smirked, flashing his badge.
Mark yelped and jumped back. "Woah, woah, woah! There's no- don't you- uh... You can't-"
"Look!" Skye walked up to him, poking his stomach. "If you don't want to end up in a pair of handcuffs, you leave me alone!"
"Alright, alright! Yeesh!" Mark turned and ran off. "Ugly whore!" He called out.
Jack grimaced. "If you ever have any trouble like that, feel free to call me." He handed Skye a business card.
"I-I thought you didn't like me..." Skye was distraught.
"You're a nice girl..." Jack sighed. "I know we're on thin ice, but I have a feeling with the Hopps-Wilde Case, we'll be seeing each other a lot more often." His phone rang and he answered it. "Savage... What?!... I'm on my way!" He slapped his cell phone shut.
"What's the matter?" Skye asked.
"Shooting on the highway." Jack hastily tucked the card into her shirt pocket and dashed off.
Sylvia's POV
Finnick cursed. "Sylvia, I'm empty!"
"What?!" Sylvia called.
"I'm out of ammo!" He yelled. "I only have the one magazine!"
A car window opened. and a bear leaned out of it, aiming with his pistol and taking shots at them.
"Pull back, pull back, pull back!" Finnick exclaimed. "We have to let them go!"
"No!" Sylvia cried. "They have my boy! They have my son!"
"Nick and Judy can take of their selves!" Finnick said. "We need to go! The ZPD is coming! Can't you here the sirens?!"
Sylvia grimaced. She could hear the sirens alright. She had vowed to never lead a life of crime, but here she was, shooting at cars as if she were a old time gangster.
"Oooohhh! Alright!" She exclaimed, slamming the breaks. The other cars zoomed past them.
"What are you doing, go go go!" Finnick urged her. "We gotta scram!"
Sylvia looked at the convoy speeding away, before turning and driving down the highway.
JUDY'S POV
"Looks like they stopped." The cheetah reported.
"See, I told you the boys could do it." Valentino said.
"No, sir. I mean... they stopped chasing. Maybe ran out of gas." The wolf was listening to the walkie talkie.
"Either way, they're not our problem. But the ZPD is heading this way, most likely will pursue. Boss Nikolas will be most displeased."
"Who is this Boss Nikolas?! I demand to know!" Judy exclaimed.
"Shut up!" The cheetah went to whack Judy.
"Don't touch her~" Valentino warned. "Boss wants her alive and unharmed."
"Well yea?!" The cheetahs errant paw twitched. "Well what about this fox? The one that sold us them fake bullets?"
"Today isn't your lucky day, Lester. Boss has something... special... planned for him." Valentino chuckled darkly.
"Don't you dare-" Judy started, but Nick grabbed her hand.
"Judy, don't provoke them." He whispered.
"What will they do to you?" Judy asked quietly.
"I don't know, but I have a slight idea..." He murmured.
JACK'S POV
Jack rushed into a local detective who seemed to be in a rush as well. "Detective Strype!" Jack called out to the tiger.
"Special Agent Savage." Strype acknowledged, stopping.
"Are you headed to the intersection shooting as well?" He asked.
Strype nodded. "Reports are saying it's the White Rose Gang. Another report came in that your two fugitives were there, and taken at gunpoint by the Gang."
"Kidnapped..?" Jack murmured. "Why...?"
"Well, I did some research on Nick Wilde, and..." Strype looked around before whispering. "He was a con artist before he joined the ZPD."
"Then how did he get in?" Jack pondered.
"Well, I suspect Judy Hopps had something to do with it. She's highly respected in Precinct 1. She might have convinced them to turn a blind eye, or maybe give Nick a good background."
"This is all news to me..." Jack whispered. "Maybe Nick sold something to The White Rose Gang that they didn't quite appreciate."
"That would explain why they want Wilde, but why Hopps?"
"She's famous. They might want to ransom her."
"Or... publicly execute her?" Jack theorized
Strype shook his head. "The White Rose Gang has been trying to IMPROVE public opinion about them, not destroy it."
"So... What do they plan to do with Hopps?" Jack questioned.
