ONE WEEK EARLIER

He knows what's coming to him. And honestly, I'm not surprised that he is trying to flee. It's in their nature after all, porcupines. So he makes a desperate bank into an alley, perfect. Just the one I expected him to take. He'll hit a dead end, and he won't be able to claw his way over or under, the ice won't let him. There's no chase needed, got to keep the fear strong in him. I'd rather not let the thought of fighting cross his mind. It'll just make things messy, and this is a brand new trench coat, matches well with my gloves, so I'd rather not get it covered in blood on it's first outing. Wetwork does that to your clothes sometimes. It takes forever to get the stains out, trust me on that one.

That noise? He's tipping over trash cans. Good thing it's three in the morning on a Sunday. Spectators are no good for what I do.

So I let my hooves scare the life out of him. That clopping noise of my hooves on a hard surface, I love it. And even better, the moonlight is right behind me, perfect, nothing like a long shadow to enhance my ego, I just love how my antlers move with my silhouette. If he wasn't squirming before he most definitely is now. Just a few more steps and... "It's over, Ned. You tried, and you failed. Now I'm here. Standing over you. Tell me where the package is."

"I don't know."

"You don't KNOW? I saw you walk away from Leo's apartment. Now credit where credit is due, you did give me a good shake, but I have you now, cornered. So where is the package, Ned?"

"If I tell you will you let me go?"

"You'll no longer have Zootopia privileges, but yea. I'll let you go."

"I left it at Sahara Square."

"Sahara Square? Sahara BLOODY Square? You were a part of this, Ned. You know you can't do that. The package needs to be refrigerated. What if a tiger passes by and gets a whiff of whats inside? What then, Ned?"

"I don't know. I was scared."

"Of course you were. Here take this," I shove my notepad and pen at him and stare at his stupid face, idiot needs a hint, "The address, Ned. Write down the bloody address."

"Okay, okay."

"Give me that," I snatch my pen and paper from him. My things are dirty now. Going to have to replace them tomorrow.

"Will you let me go now?" His tears... he's crying. He's actually crying.

"Let you GO? You actually believed that I would let you go?"

"B-b-but you said you would."

"I was lying, Ned. Of course I'm not going to let you go." Oh, if only I had a heart, "You can scream if you want, Ned, but don't be too loud. Zootopia needs to wake up in a few hours."