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The Sons of Efrafa

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Jesus Christ! Is that, that's Alfrich Taylor's blood on her claws! How the hell am I going to explain Happytown to that psycho?!

"Brothers and sisters, I come before you tonight in dire times."

Ohohoh, Madeline Lewis you have no idea!

"Wir sind Jaegern!"

"Are we? For decades, the lie that is Zootopia has stood, an affront to the Truth of the natural order! The lion, subservient to the lamb, and look where that led!"

"Wir sind…"

"Silence!"

"…"

"It has been nearly two years since that impotent pretender king Lionheart, and his grotesque usurper paw-maiden Bellwether opened the gates of this polis to us, and what do we have to show for it? You say nothing? That's right! Ulfberdt! What say you? You departed with 50 of the Blooded and Recognized; what say you!"

What say I? What the hell would a badger like you know about group dynamics? "Alfrich Lewis, they were prepared for us; waiting for us; I barely got away…"

"Really Joseph? You ran from Essende! Essende, do not hunt; Essende, do not stalk; Essende, do not rout a host of Jaegern! Now, the eyes of the Polis are upon us; the eyes of the world are upon us; the very eyes, ears, and claws of Die Adolf are here with us now, and what do they behold? A mockery! Jaegern, cowering before Essende! We are laughed to scorn by the rest of the Society, while Rassenverräter and their Essende overlords, hunt us in our own homes! We are now but a pale shadow of our former glory.

"But there is still hope for us, for the Truth! Die Adolf, in her benevolence, has granted us this one chance to prove ourselves. She has sent to us her Righteous Claws. Pay ye heed, brothers and sisters; the will of Die Adolf, mouthpiece of the Truth speaks to you!"

Who… oh god! It's… they're here already! How did they get here so soon?

"Wir sind Jaegern!"

"Jaegern, it is now known to us that among the Rassenverräter of the ZPD, there is one, Isaac, who is called Geblutverräter, for he had slain his brother Michael, for an Essende! This is how they have been prepared for us; and for this treachery we shall visit one-hundred-fold suffering upon him and this lie, this Zootopia! Ulfberdt Doltz, step forward that I may impart to you, your part in avenging our fallen brothers and sisters."

-shiver- For Jen, for Phillip! "Ich bin Jaeger!"

Chapter 24

The last two days had been a blur of served search warrants and devastated families. The CLEAn data-mining teams and financial forensic technicians had compiled 13 potential Thule Society members based on correlated spending habits, associations and social-media posting habits. A definite positive discovery was that the Thule Society members seemed to be directly funding the chapter as of a week after the failed bank heist. A subsequent issuance of several Mareva Orders was in the works by and through Interpol. It was expected that within two weeks, not only would the asset freeze cripple the Thule in Zootopia, but the financial ripples could lead to the discovery of additional cells throughout Amerigo, maybe even world-wide.

In addition, Jean-Pierre had begun an in-depth search of Administration for Children and Families records after learning one of the Meadowlands Thule team was an inspector for CPS. This added another 17 addresses to be searched. Jacob rode along with Jean-Pierre from address to address, along with two reserve patrol teams and one van of medium sized TUSK Officers. In a departure for the remainder of Precinct Seven's active officers, Sgt. DuPrey was in his service blues. The contrast with Jacob's OD green LoN uniform was often enough to disrupt would-be confrontations.

Of the 30 locations their team had searched, there were 12 households with either NAZI or Thule iconography in at least one room, while four more Goldene Schusseln were found on full display in common areas. Two of those homes were under the CPS officer's prevue. Another five homes still had their adoptive charges, though it was clear they were not being treated even remotely well. Three had simply vanished, only bothering to pack essentials. Thankfully, the remaining six homes appeared to be well adjusted, loving environments. It was decided that these locations would remain under observation for the time being.

They were heading to lunch when the radio went off.

"Golf 22 to Base, come in please."

Jacob keyed the handset. "This is Golf 22, go ahead base."

"Golf 22, please proceed to Alpha for field brief."

Jacob and Jean-Pierre looked at one another in concern; the use of code to tell them to head to Precinct One spoke volumes about the severity of whatever situation they were heading into. Jacob spoke again as DuPrey wheeled the buggy around and hit the lights and sirens.

"Copy Base, Golf 22 proceeding as requested. Golf Romeo 13, Golf Romeo 14, Golf Tango 3; return to Base for further tasking. How copy?"

All units acknowledged, and the vehicles split up to their designated locations. With the rectenna at Williston Heights finally fixed, Raibert and DuPrey's remote powered police buggy was able to make the 12-mile inner-city trip in 20 minutes. It was another five minutes before they were in the SLECC. Capt. Kamel, Chief Bogo, and Mayor Canidae were all looking at various monitors. Swayze leaned against a wall near the door.

"Nice of you to join us, Sgt." The last was said with a sneer.

Capt. Kamel didn't bother looking away from the CCTV feeds on the wall. "Can it, Agent."

Jacob never bothered acknowledging the obnoxious badger. "What's the situation, Capt.?"

The dromedary gestured to the various monitors. "Half an hour ago, Officer Clawhauser and Reserve Officer Catano reported suspicious behavior from a young lion just outside Little Rodentia. When they identified themselves, he threw a duffle bag over the wall. R.O. Catano pursued and apprehended the lion, while Officer Clawhauser went for the duffle; it was filled with snakes. Clawhauser was able to secure the bag with most of the little chokers and report the breach to the Herpetological Response teams. Rodentia's in lockdown until they're sure they have them all contained or dealt with."

He gestured to one of the terminals. "Our would-be Apophis is named Theodore Hoary, from Longdale in Savannah Central. He's been Mirandized, but he just keeps going on about the 'Coming of the Truth', and calling every predator officer he comes across 'Rassafrasser',"

"Rassenverräter," Jean-Pierre corrected, "… it means 'race-traitor'."

Aurelia snorted. "Charming. And this impending 'Truth'?"

DuPrey nodded to the dowdy wolf. "Heathcliff Notes version ma'am: predators eat meat, and prey are made of meat, so stop pretending we're equals and get in our bellies." Disgust was plain to see in everything about the puma.

Chief Bogo gave an explosive snort that could be either a laugh, or just a contemptuous noise. "To continue," the cape buffalo gestured to another set of screens, "… 15 minutes ago Hopps and Wilde were in the Fallstaff neighborhood near the First Unitarian Universalist Church on the border of the RFD when Wilde noted a wolf acting suspiciously. Like with Hoary, the mammal ran when challenged, though he seemed to forget to ditch his pack. EOD and Fire were called in and the neighborhood was evacuated when they reported the pack he was still carrying was a fire bomb." Bogo gestured to an image of a strikingly familiar canister device, nearly identical to the one meant to be used at the Lemming Brothers job.

"Then, five minutes ago there was a call from Officer Capran in the Ninth." Kamel gestured to the wall monitors showing a mix of CCTV and Ornicopter camera footage near a seedy bar called the 'Cloven Hoof', outside of which was parked a plain sedan. A familiar goat could be seen in the driver's seat, while the profile of a wolf could barely be made out in the back seat. A mountain goat in plain clothes was walking towards the car. Jacob tensed for a second before looking at the Capt. with alarm.

"Tell Capran to get out of there now and mobilize all SWAT and Tusk units to that location, along with EOD!" Jacob turned to McCaffrey. "Have fire and EMS on standby but wait until the TUSK heavies are in position."

McCaffrey was already calling in when Kamel came over. "One moment, Sgt. You don't just order units around without…"

Swayze cut the Cpt. off. "You think it's a car-bomb?" There was none of his usual condescension, a glimpse of the agent he had the potential to be.

All other discussion was halted when all the feeds around the Cloven Hoof cut out. Jacob grabbed the Base-station mic from the ATC terminal. "Base to Rescue One; come in!"

There was a moment of silence, then the radio piped up and the Ornicopter feed restarted. "Rescue One to Base, we're here. Local EMP disrupted power for a moment when the car blew. All local comms are down, and we're on fuel-cell reserve."

"How long can you remain on station?" Jacob looked at the ornicopter feed on the monitor. There was nothing left of the sedan, the front of the bar, or the unfortunate officer except a 10-foot-wide crater and a thirty-foot ring of smoldering wreckage.

"Twenty minutes, then I have to get back; I can't guarantee my receiver isn't damaged."

Jacob sighed. "Copy Rescue One. We're deploying Rescue Two and Ranger flight; Once they're on station, head on home."

There was frustration in the rat's voice when he replied. "Copy Base."

Canidae stumbled for a second. "How, but…" She was close to being in shock. DuPrey headed over to help her sit down. McCaffrey was calling his units to respond when Swayze spoke up.

"You heard the mini-Sgt.; tactical units, then emergency responders."

Jacob cut Capt. Kamel off from attacking the Agent. "Terror Tactics 101: cause a mess, wait for Emergency response, then attack again. Pretty soon, EMS is slow to respond to events out of fear, and the city loses faith in the government's ability or desire to protect its citizens."

The Captains looked at each other, the the two former military members and Swayze. Seeing the grim determination in their eyes; they acted as advised.

It took 10 minutes for the TUSK and Swat teams to get into position, at which point they immediately came under small arms fire from a nearby building. One SWAT officer was downed as she left the transport truck. The Swat teams hunkered while the TUSK Heavies formed a shield line. Ranger flight and Rescue Two arrived just as the TUSK and Swat vehicles fired CS canisters into the building. The Ornicopters tracked the mammals in the building and used their own CS launchers to herd the assailants towards a side entrance where the SWAT officers had stacked once they could move freely. Two mammals were seized at the door with little to no fight, while another two were apprehended during the sweep of the building. A fifth mammal tried to fight his way out, injuring one of the SWAT Officers. His death was later reported as due to a malfunction of the new Wireless Taser Carbines the SWAT team was using. The Officer with the defective carbine was soon after taken off active SWAT detail for 'emotional recuperation', while an inquiry board was formed to review the new technology the ZPD had implemented.

"This is Allison Hornsby of ZNN reporting live from the remains of The Cloven Hoof, a neighborhood institution in the Shearebourne neighborhood for 35 years. Earlier today, several attacks were attempted here and in Savannah Central's Little Rodentia district: a biological terror attack involving rodent carnivorous snakes, and a car bombing and subsequent gun fight here in the Meadowlands.

"As soon as the area was secured by a Multi-District TUSK and SWAT taskforce, Fire and EMS swarmed the site. Among those killed in the attack is Master Patrol Mammal Jonathan Capran, Ninth Precinct. Thankfully, it appears that Officer Capran's last heroic act was to get everyone out of the bar by a back entrance. As such, the death toll in this attack was five: Officer Capran, the driver and passenger of the sedan who are awaiting DNA identification, a nineteen-year-old coyote gunmammal by the name of William Cavil Yote, and Sgt. Olive Hanady, a roe deer of the Ninth Precinct SWAT Team who was pronounced dead on arrival at Beth Hamel Ewedish Hospital. There are five additional confirmed fatalities in the Little Rodentia Attack. These names are being withheld, pending identification and notification of their families.

"The Thule Society, a world-wide terrorist organization, has claimed responsibility. Our hearts and prayers go out to the families affected by this tragedy. Back to you Peter."

The ZATC members, less Judy Hopps who was still out in the field, all looked around before settling their gaze on Jacob. The hare quirked an eyebrow at the group.

"What are you all looking at me for? The last time I was in front of a camera, I nearly killed the interviewer."

"Well," Canidae slumped into an office chair, "…at least it's over."

"No." Jacob stared intently at a municipal map. "We stopped this attack, and we rounded up a few soldiers, but their leadership is still out there."

Swayze leaned his head over the back of his chair. "Come on! Let us have this victory lap before the real suck begins."

DuPrey sat on one of the terminal desks. "History has taught militaries time after time; the best moment to hit your opponent, is while they are recuperating, and the Thule just hit us hard. We need to be ready for the other shoe to drop.

Jeanine Hopps, MD., detested the cramped environs of the ZTA's Red Line, but despite it's circuitous route it was the shortest trip from Beth Hamel to her flat in Acorn Heights. She bit down the resentment at being called to the Meadowlands for trauma support, when there was only one traumatic injury, and the surgical team there had the officer on and off the table in less than three hours. Still, it was nice to know that she was on the short list of trauma specialists who would be called upon. It bode well for her chances to be accepted by Doctors without Borders.

She was walking past one of the more infamous Downtown establishments that her sister had mentioned, called 'The Mystic Springs Oasis'. The remnants of a street party could still be seen, smelled, and "Blech!" occasionally stepped in. She was trying to find an unsoiled patch of grass to wipe her pedal paws on, when she heard a faint cry coming from the building behind her.

"Hello?" She slowly approached the Al-Hambra facade. "Is anyone there? My name is Jen Hopps. I'm a doctor." She strained her hearing and heard the faint cry once more.

"Help us! We're dying!"

When she looked inside the atrium, she knew she had to make several calls; first to her sister, then to the ZUTH to get a Mobile Trauma unit here on the double.

"Office…Sgt. Judy Hopps speaking. If this is an emergency…"

"Jude, it's Jen and yes this is an emergency! I'm outside Mystic Springs, and I think… I think an attack may have happened here. I can't stay on the phone; I have to notify the Emergency Room at ZUTH."

Her sister was as blindingly fast on the uptake as ever. "Nick and I are five blocks away; stay put and don't go inside." Jen hung up and called in the trauma unit.

True to form, Judy and her partner Nick were the first mammals on the scene. The pair looked tired, but ready.

Judy stood tall in front of her littermate. "Dr. Hopps."

Jen squared her shoulders. "Sgt. Hopps." The sisters grinned at one another for a moment.

Nick wanted to let the siblings enjoy the moment but having called the ZATC on the way, he knew they needed to have an initial report of some kind. "If this gets any more 'HowImark channel', I will cuddle the two of you until your own mother doesn't recognize your scent."

Judy sent a mock glare Nick's way; Jen's glare was less mocking. As the wind shifted, Nicks nostrils flared, and his fur bristled in alarm. Judy turned to face the naturalist club.

"Alright Jen, what have you got for us."

"I was walking home, when I heard faint voices coming from inside. I identified myself, and the response I got was, 'We're dying!'. When I…" Jen noticed Judy and Nick were both intently staring at the entrance with weapons drawn.

"ZATC Control, this is Adam 54 on site." Nick called on his radio while covering Judy's approach. "I smell cordite and effluent; requesting aerial support and additional units."

An unfamiliar tenor voice came back over the radio. "Copy Adam 54; linking your body cams to the network. Support one minute thirty, proceed with extreme caution."

"Copy control." Nick followed Judy in.

Nick came to a stop just behind his partner, who stood motionless in the entrance way. Yax, the normally mellow manager and proprietor of the club, was slumped backwards against the stained glass Islamic window. The flies which usually swarmed around him in a halo were now crawling in a line of blood down his muzzle. Light from outside glinted off of a single small brass cylinder on the floor. The massive wooden double doors leading to the club proper had heavy gauge chain and a crowbar attached, preventing them from being opened. The damage to the surrounding frame and lintel demonstrated the force which those inside had used to try and break them open. A dark, rancid fluid seeped from under the door. He thought he could faintly hear voices from the other side of the doorway, and movement at the base of the door showed a small paw desperately clutching at them. The voices grew louder and louder until…

"Wilde, do, you, copy?!"

Nick was jolted out of his fugue by Jacob's voice.

"I… I copy control. Go ahead." He couldn't break his gaze from the feeble movements of the desperate, trapped mammal.

"Get Hopps out of there, now! Aerial shows a nightmare on the other side; if that door breaks, you two will be crushed."

"I…"

"Move it, Brushtail!"

Almost by instinct, the favorite nickname given him by the STI at the Academy jolted him to action. He scooped up an unresisting Hopps in his arms and ran. He burst onto the street to find several reserve patrol units, as well as what looked like a portable canvas picnic pavilion with the beginnings of a triage station. Jen ran over and guided Nick to a spot under the pavilion where she had him lay Judy down.

"Officer Wilde?" Nick slowly looked at the rabbit doctor. "I need you to stay here with Judy. I want you to stroke her forehead, like this." She took his paw and had him pet Judy's head. When she took her own paws away, he automatically continued stroking Judy's forehead. "That's great, Officer Wilde. You just keep doing that until I tell you otherwise."

Once she had ensured Judy was as well treated for shock as she could, she turned around for a moment until she heard a vaguely familiar but tinny voice behind her. "Doctor Hopps?"

Jen turned and noted the belt radio and shoulder mic attached to Nicks uniform.

"Pardon me for a moment, Officer." She unhooked the radio and attached it to her scrubs as if she were a head nurse. "This is Dr. Hopps, go ahead."

"This is Director Canidae of the Zootopian OEM; tell me what you need, doctor."