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The following is a fan-based fiction. Zootopia and its characters are owned by Disney. The songs I reference here belong to their respective artist as well.

(The song Clint Eastwood by the Gorillaz begins to play)

Chesterization proudly presents

A Zootopia fanfiction

Wild Times with Wilde: Renovation

(Song ends)

Chapter 6: One Step Ahead?

Earlier that day, inside Cell Block A of the Zootopia Penitentiary

This cellblock was reserved for larger inmates, such as elephants, tigers, lions, and many polar bears. The inmates languished in their cells, all waiting for the next time they were allowed out of their little cages. When a siren suddenly rang out, the inmates all stopped what they were doing and looked through the iron bars at the large reinforced steel door that blocked the only entrance. They waited, hoping to find out what was happening behind that slab of steel.

Then came the sound of fighting and tranquiliser darts being shot out. The siren quieted. The inmates collectively held their breaths, some nervous, others excited. After a moment of absolute silence, someone banged on the door, startling the more skittish prisoners. The metal door swung open, allowing the lop eared bunny prison staffer, the same one Judy had seen just a half an hour earlier, to step in. He was still wearing the blue prison staff uniform and his usual, worn bunny track shoes. On his face were a pair of glasses and a hospital mask. The only unusual thing about him was the tranquilizer handgun wedged onto his belt. A polar bear entered the cellblock after him, wearing a gas mask.

The bunny snapped his fingers and held his free hand out, demanding something from the large predator. The bear gave him two collar-unlocking devices. Compared to the one in Wild Times, these had been heavily modified. They had longer bodies and lenses that resembled gun barrels. These weren't held together by duct tape. Their sleek plastic bodies looked so well made that they could have been mass-produced. Hefting a scanner in each hand, the rabbit announced to the inmates, "Brothers, it is time to rise!"

He then nonchalantly strolled through the cells, aimed the devices at certain cells and pulled the trigger. He only picked those with predators in them. The devices let out a buzz after every trigger pull, releasing a coded signal that unlocked collar and cell door simultaneously. Except for the polar bears, the released inmates were general thought was, Why would a prey do this for them?

Noticing their doubt, the rabbit said, "No time for hesitation, my brothers; this opportunity won't last forever. Go!" The polar bear followed behind him, instructing the inmates to run through the door. Though still doubtful, the predators took the suggestion and ran outside of the cellblock. The moment they stepped into the main hall, they saw a riot stood in the way of their freedom. A few masked predators of different sizes (mostly polar bears) and the inmates were fighting back the security officers and wardens. Darts and punches were thrown in equal measure.

Once cellblock A was clear of predator inmates, the rabbit walked to the camera in the corner. He took off his mask, showing his cat nose and teeth. His fangs were shown even clearer the moment he grabbed onto his scalp and forcefully yanked it out. Like a scene from a horror movie, parts of his scalp came right off, dragging the pair of floppy ears with it. However, underneath the removed scalp were not blood and flesh, but rather white fur and a pair of cat ears that were stuck tight to the real scalp. The cat ripped the combination of fake fur and latex out completely and tossed it on the floor. Alex looked straight at the camera. "Let this be a lesson to you all." He pointed one of his devices at the camera. "Never, ever corner predators: for we will fight back with all of our might. If you see us as nothing but beasts," He grinned like a malevolent antagonist from a cheap action movie, "then beasts we shall be." He then tossed one of the scanners straight at the camera, destroying both. He then turned around and told the polar bear. "Go help them. I can take care of myself."

The bear left without so much as a nod. Once alone, Alex pulled out his phone. He glanced around at the nearest cells, asking the prey inmates, "On a scale of 1 to 10, what was the ham level of that performance?" The inmates just looked at him confusedly. "I personally think it deserves an eight, at least." He turned to his phone and opened the checklist app. "Okay, let's see what else is on the list. Spam request, check; Riot, check; Mind screwing, check; Send Koslov's message, check; Give the greatest performance of all since Ham-let, check, please. Yup, all the distractions are in place, time to close the curtain and get the hell out." He bowed, "See ya, no hard feelings right?" he told the remaining inmates with a smile.

He took off his stolen track shoes before exited the door. The riot was still going on outside, but that did not concern him. He turned to a vent nearby and opened it with a screwdriver on his belt. He did so while humming a tunelessly. The cat crawled into the vent and worked his way out. In the heat of everything, he forgot to take off his fake rabbit tail.

Around 8 PM, Judy, Chief Bogo, and some ZPD officers were in the surveillance room of the Zootopia Penitentiary. They had just witnessed the few seconds before the camera in Cell Block A was smashed.

Chief Bogo looked at Chief Warden Douglas. "How did this happen?" It was a question, but it sounded like an accusation.

In a gruff voice, Douglas answered, "I've asked myself the same damn question the last few hours. Who would have seen this coming? The little grunt has been working for us for nearly a year. His paperwork checks out, or at least it is very well forged. He shows up on time, never leaves early. Only takes off days for good reasons." The Chief Warden shook his head as he pieced everything together. "With the work of a prison staff being undesirable; a prey that willing to work the early shifts as a staff, a cook and even a mechanic from time to time was a godsend." Douglas pointed upward. "You don't deny godsends. He'll be pissed if you do. Mark's not exactly a goody two-shoes, but always polite and pleasant."

Chief Bogo said, "You should have been more careful."

The other Chief slammed his desk. "Don't give me that attitude Bogo! I have been doing this since before you learned how to spell your name." He straightened his uniform. "Of course, I had my doubts. All the wardens had their eyes on him for 3 months, but he didn't do anything suspicious. He never made conversation or even made contact with any inmate during his time working here. He doesn't abuse substances. Hell, he is so much of a weak sauce that he couldn't drink alcohol. Well, except last week, but who cares? Bottom line: I have not seen anyone, I mean anyone, work for so long in such a crappy job just to prepare something like this. And I have seen railroad tracks built under prisons cells in my time."

Chief Bogo said, "Why did you allow him to wear a mask?"

"His profile stated that he had a cleft lip. He even has picture and doctors' reports to show for it. Here." He gave Chief Bogo a picture of Mark Lago with the malformation. Alex's half a day effort with the computer paid off, as Bogo felt uneasy at how real it looked. Bogo then passed on the image to the other officers in the room.

"Ugh," was all Judy could utter at the sight of it.

Douglas pointed at her and looked at Bogo. "See? That's why I allow him to wear that. Spare the nightmare fuel for lots of folks."

"Still, you hired him." The buffalo continued, arms crossed.

"I know, I know. I'll take my god damn responsibility, okay? Hop off my nuts already. Complain and criticize all you want, I ain't seeing you do any better. The wardens and I had to hold them off by ourselves. 67 escaped, but that could have been zero if the ZPD had helped."

An elephant officer had an answer to that. "About that, sir. Our system was under attack from an influx of automated request messages transmitted from all parts of the city. He spammed our system with so many random and incoherent recordings marked as requests for help along with false emergency signals that it was impossible for us to distinguish your call from them."

Douglas paused and widened his eyes. "Holy shit, you completely lost me at the influx part. But, heh, sound like we all underestimated this cat. Right, Bogo my boy?" Douglas gave the chief a grin before standing up. He moved to one of the the work stations in the corner. "Now, if would you excuse me, I have to write some reports. Lucky that nobody died from this so I can at least drink in peace tonight." Douglas turned on a computer and started typing.

Conversations between the officers began to break out. A horse said, "Now finding him is gonna be even more of a pain. What if he can just disguise himself as any prey?"

The hippo beside Bogo said, "What should we do now, Chief? Frisk everybody?"

Chief Bogo said. "We need to round up the escapees first. With this many chompers without collars, there is no telling how many savage attacks might happen."

Douglas then yelled, "WOULD YOU ALL PISS OFF? MY DAY IS BAD ENOUGH WITHOUT YOU HERE. GET OUT!"

Afterward, Chief Bogo and the ZPD contacted the prison file clerk. He provided a list of the inmates that were found missing from their cells. When the escapees were being divvied up between the officers, Judy instantly volunteered to track Nick Wilde when she saw his name. With all of his other officers taking care of larger and more dangerous predators, Bogo allowed her to take on someone 'close to her size.' Judy then stayed in the prison while her other colleagues left, either to go home or start on their cases. She talked to the rhino warden in charge of Cell Block D. "I want to check on Wilde's cell." The warden agreed and personally led her to the cell. Nick's cell was exactly how he left it. The door was still open, no sign of forced entry or exit. The warden then stood outside of the cell. His eyes were watchful of the other cells, which still had the same number of inmates as the day before.

Judy walked around the glass cell, carefully observing every item. She checked under Nick's pillow, nothing. She checked under the bed, nothing. The toilet tank, she noticed that it had been opened recently. She lifted it up; there were traces of prison food floating on the water. That made her curious, but it didn't tell her anything. She then looked at his wall. The newspaper with Nick's face on the front page had disappeared. Her curiosity grew as she starting to peel the duct tape off of one of the other news articles. She flipped it over. It was then she found out scribbles behind them. Her eyes widened as she realized that they were not random notes. They were instructions! She read the message scribbled on the scrap of newspaper.

'21st July is the day. Once you hear the siren, wait for the guards to leave. Use the universal key card to get yourself out. Don't worry about your block mates; they will only slow you down.'

She ripped another news article out. She found another message.

'Use the screwdriver to open the vent nearby and crawl inside. Follow the ventilation map I gave you a few day ago. If you don't screw up, you'll get to the courtyard.'

She ripped another one down.

'It's not over yet. Go to the woods nearby and find my old gym bag. Inside are clothes, camping supplies, keys and a gift. You probably have to spend some time outside so find a good hiding spot. It's nice that ZPD doesn't hire predators, or else this would have been more difficult. Afterward, get to the address written on the ventilation map. Don't use taxis or public transits. Walk and try your best to avoid the fuzz. Just because they are focusing on bigger threats and me, doesn't mean you don't have to be careful.'

Another one read, 'You are taking a different path from the riot. Once the door is open and the coast is clear, turn right, you will see a vent. I probably have placed a machine screwdriver in the trash can for you. It is in a box of donuts.'

Another piece of newspaper had instructions on how to assemble a universal key card. She had a look at the cell door, the lock was just a magnetic scanner; it did not require swiping. As long as one had the right signal and placed it near the scanner, the door would make way. There were a few notes written on the instruction sheet as well.

'These parts are waterproof, so feel free to wash off the food that got stuck on them, but keep them dry when you assemble them. I have checked the warden schedules, no surprise contraband check this week, so just hide it under your pillow or something.'

It boggled her mind that someone who was not bold enough to pull a 100 dollars credit fraud could create something like this. She read the back of the final article.

'Once in the courtyard, go to the bushes next to the big transformer, it should provide you with some cover. Go to the back of the transformer and feel the cinder block floor there. Two of them should come loose. Take them out. Below is a tunnel I have dug. Go through it and you are free.'

Upon finishing it, Judy dropped the articles on the bed. Then she raised her head so she could avoid looking at 'Alex's Guide to Escaping Prison'. How long has Nick been involved in this?, she wondered. Then shen remembered the masked predators that showed up during the breakout. Bach Mieu let them in and helped them. Just how big was all this? It seemed the world around her was getting more and more chaotic each day. With a shake of her head, Judy started bagging the newspaper articles for evidence. The Chief Warden would want to look at them.

And look at them he did. "Son of a bitch!" He shouted and slammed his fists on the table. Then he chuckled darkly. "Oh, kid, you have just earned yourself a spot in solitary confinement." He put his computer to sleep and reached for a drawer under the director's desk. He pulled out a notebook and started writing down something. "Lesson learned." He said while scribbling.

Judy then leaned forward. With hesitation, she said, "Sir, can I make a request?"

He pointed his pen at her, "Depends."

"Can I have a copy of Mark Lago's profile?"

"Why would you need them," his eyes dropped to her nametag, "Hopps? They are useless anyway."

She tilted her head rather innocently. "Hum. Maybe, but it wouldn't hurt to try."

He stared at her for second, then shrugged. "Okay." He opened another drawer and fished out the document she needed. "Take this and leave. It's getting late."

She nodded then saluted the Chief. "Will do, sir."

She slowly exited the room while her eyes scanned through the boxes of text. She came across something that made her smile smugly. Recently moved, huh? If he really is as good a boy as Mark, reporting this is something any law abiding citizen should do. It was nearly nine when Judy exited the prison, but she did not want to go home. How could she sleep when a possible lead had been discovered? She immediately went to the address listed as Mark's new place.

It led to a rundown apartment building, quite similar to hers. She knocked on the door, hoping to gain access.

An old doe opened it and asked. "You're looking for someone, dear?"

Judy smiled, "Um, yes, I'm Nick Wilde. Mark Lago's friend. He told me to come here." Lying to an old lady. This was a new low for her. In the back of her head, she was expecting a rejection, so that she could stop right there and leave.

But alas, the old lady said, "Oh, yes, I remember. Though, I was expecting a boy."

"It's short for Nikoletta. A lot of animals get confused. I think my parents hate me sometimes."

"Oh, I see. Don't think that way dear. They just tried to get with the times with the weird names. Well, did Mark give you the key?"

Judy's hand rubbed the back of her head. "He forgot."

The doe shook her head. "Kids these days, so forgetful. Here, I have been waiting to give you this all night." Her trembling hand dropped the key on Hopps's hand.

The rabbit was taken aback. "Really?"

"No, it's just something I say to scare others. I was just enjoying my evening with some tea. Anyhow, come in. It's getting late. A bunny like you should not stand too long in the street at night."

She nodded before entering, "Thank you, ma'am."

The doe then led the way to the apartments upstairs. She found room 203 and told Judy. "This is it."

Judy bowed and said, "Thank you so much for your time."

The doe said a cheery grandma smile drew across her face. "It's all right. You should get some sleep, the boy won't return until noon."

Judy thought, Something tells me that he won't return, period.

Judy stepped in. This apartment was only a little smaller than hers. It had all the basic needs: bed, fridge, microwave, and a desk. Next to the door was an end table with a letter. She turned on the light and read it. "Hello Nick, welcome to the rest stop. Sorry, I could not be there. With the city most likely be on my no-longer-existing-tail, it is better for me to disappear for a while. Anyhow, take whatever you need and have all the rest that you can. When the coast is clear, go to Honey's safe house. Don't worry. I'll get you all out of this mess." Judy then recalled the three predators within Wild times. She also vaguely remembered not seeing their faces in prison.

She then inspected the place. Under the pillow was a first-aid kit; the fridge was stocked with prepackaged food, predators exclusive. On the desk was a neatly placed collar-unlocking scanner and a T.A.M.E. collar with a post-it note. Judy picked up the collar and read the attached message. 'This is a mock collar. Its light may be on, but it won't hurt you. You will probably need to run a lot, so use this unlocking device for distractions.' Judy put the scanner and the collar into her evidence bag. She then put both in the trash can and covered it with a box of pizza.

She started to think about ways to ambush Nick. Her first thought was hide outside, wait for Nick to come in the room and then find some way to lock him in. Afterward, she came up with ten other ways. However, all scenarios had Nick stay away from that collar-unlocking device. Judy sat on the chair in front of the desk. Her arms crossed and her feet were constantly tapping the floor. She needed to come up with the best possible plan to tackle this.

Judy was so focused on her planning that she barely noticed herself nodding off.

Early morning sunlight was streaming in through the window when Judy jerked awake, her head jumping up from where it had laid on her crossed arms. Disoriented, she was half way through wondering where she was when her sensitive ears radared toward the sound of a twisting key. Her eyes followed to the door, where she saw the knob turning.

It all came rushing back to her. What plan of attack did she pick again? Judy did not remember. Nick stepped in. He was wearing a white trench coat, black slacks, and a wide brim fedora. The exhausted Nick took off the hat and threw it on the end table. He looked to the right, and found Judy still sitting on the chair. They stared at each other for a second, wearing mirroring expressions of surprised disbelief.

(The song Chaser from Paprika OST begins to play)

Nick bolted from the room and headed downstairs. He had been running for so long that the shock from his collar did not bother him anymore.

Judy jumped from the chair while shouting, "Nick, stop right there!"

Nick opened the front door and jumped over the stairs to the pavement. He ran straight across the street, easily ducking through the light sunday morning traffic.

Judy exited the apartment the moment Nick was on the other side. Spotting Nick's black tipped ears, she took off after him.

Nick ran for a while. Looking around for an escape route, he spotted the familiar high fence of Little Rodentia. Deciding that staying on the street was too risky, he climbed the bars as quickly as he could. Once over the fence, he jumped down, careful to avoid the terrified mice. He then quickly walked his way toward a collection of mice-sized apartments; he needed to go high to avoid possible charges of mouse-slaughter.

Judy, back on Main Street, spotted the fox through the bars of the fence. She did not bother with climbing, or even jumping, the fence. Instead, she went for a sprint then slid right through the main entrance of Little Rodentia. Popping back to her feet, she shouted, "Nick, stop resisting arrest!"

Instead of replying, Nick just straight up climbed on one of the apartment buildings. He started hopping from one to the next. As he did so, the buildings started to topple, like giant blocks of Domino. Do mice not know the concept of foundations?, he shouted in his head. Fortunately, before any of the small buildings could hit the ground, Judy was there, ready to catch last one. With Judy busy, Nick had the chance to increase the distance. He saw the Rodentia morning subway train and decided to hitch a ride. He jumped on one of the train cars and casually sat down on the roof. He looked at the passengers down below and inside the train. "Beautiful Sunday, isn't it?" He relaxed there, occasionally ducking his head to avoid overhead tubes. Glancing to the left, he watched as Rodentia Main Street glided towards him. As it did, Nick bid the passengers adieu and dropped down, landing with his feet planted right on the center of the tiny four lane road. With the wide-open street and most of the residents having fled to other parts of town, Nick ran straight for the exit.

When the West Entrance was only a few steps away, Judy emerged from the side of a crossroad. She tackled Nick to the ground. The two tumbled to the ground for a bit. They stopped when Nick lied face down on the ground. Just as he was about to raise his head up, Judy pinned it down, while her other hand handcuffed him. "Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent."

(Song ends)

With Judy kneeling on his back, he struggled to cry out, "Listen, Judy, just this once, please. Please help me."

"I can't Nick. You know damn well I can't. " She said while keeping the pressure on him. The restraining technique learned from the Academy was doing its work.

As she was about to resume stating his rights, Nick said, "No, I'll turn myself in. I admit what I did with the park was wrong. But I had nothing to do with the attack last week."

Not this again! Judy thought.

"I was framed. You are an enforcer of justice, then how can you let such injustice happen? Do I not deserve your help because I'm a fox? " That line grabbed her attention. "Judy please, the real culprits of the savage attacks are out there, somewhere. And everyone is getting hurt because of them. It's not prey or predators, it's everyone. If you won't do it for me, then do it for them."

Judy grit her teeth while her mind played back the protocols, rules, and definitions learned from the Academy. They always calm her down, giving her some form of certainty and control. 'An arrest is the act of depriving someone of his or her liberty, usually in relation to an investigation or prevention of a crime.' She was not taking away her friend's freedom; she was just following orders. And scratch the friend part, he was a criminal, nothing more, nothing less; the Chief said so. A criminal who may have some distant connection to all of the strife that was going on. She had the cause, the badge, and the power. She was just doing what was right, right?

She looked to the side so she wouldn't have to look at Nick. Her gaze caught on the glass door of some rodent's shop. The reflection of her pinning Nick to the ground stared back at her. The scars on her cheek stung again. This time, though, she felt the cut run much deeper inside. Do you truly believe them?, She asked herself.

After some thought, she sighed, "Fine, I'll help you solve this case." She hopped off his back, giving him to chance to stand up.

"Thank you, Judy. Thank you," Nick said, with the enthusiasm of a homeless mammal receiving kindness from a priest.

She unlocked the cuff on Nick's right hand. "But you must be by my side at all times." She instantly locked the cuff onto her left wrist.

Nick looked at the chain tether between them. He tilted his head, "Heh, you think that I cannot drag you around with this?"

She pulled her hand down, dragging Nick down until they were face to face. Before he could react, Judy punched him across the jaw. Her fist might be smaller than Alex's, but the strike was significantly stronger. The blow knocked him to the ground. The area of impact was numb for a solid two seconds. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much." She said while dusting herself.

The pain finally kicked in, and Nick curled into a ball on the ground. "Ugh, god! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Her ears drooped down and her hand covered her mouth "Oh, I'm so sorry! I was just trying to prove a point."

"By punching me in the face?!" He demanded, glaring up at her with his hand still on the cheek.

She kneeled down, trying to help him up. "I'm so sorry."

The two of them returned to the safe house. Judy was rubbing some cream into the fur on Nick's face to reduce the swelling from her her punch.

Nick said, "You don't have to do any of this, you know."

"Shush you. I caused it, I'll fix it."

Nick tried changing the subject while waiting for Judy to finish, "You managed to get here before me. That's quite a feat."

She shrugged. "Well, you know, that's what officers do."

He chuckled, "Heh, yeah right. Still, can't believe that they let you be a meter maid for that long. Imagine how many cases would have been done with you around."

Her cheeks heated up at the compliment. "Thanks. That's really flattering."

"No I'm serious. I'm not sucking up so that you would give me an easier time." He made a face, after a quick replay of that line in his head. "That came out horribly wrong."

Judy smirked, "Heh, still, I'll take previous the complement. Can't say that they don't have good reasons to do so. I mean, just look at me. I'm way too small to be any of use to the force. They originally took me in as a mean to 'level the playing field' and shut the mayor up. She really wants to help us little guys." She dipped the cotton with some more oil. "And now, well, they just want it as a cover up for treating me as a meter maid all that time. They let me to take your case because you are close to my size and not as dangerous as bigger predators." Her hand movement got slower. "Dad always said: 'Carrots are just carrots.' No matter what kind of dirt you use, or how hard you tend it, it won't turn into a potato."

"Judy, don't. I know we haven't talked for fifteen years, but that doesn't sound like you at all. Sure, it's not like the bumper sticker. You can't be anything, but how do you know what you can and can't do when you haven't even tried?" He looked straight into her eyes. "And I saw you try and succeed." The line made her ears perk up. "I'd like to see your rhino colleague chase after me in Little Rodentia. I'm pretty sure he is going to cause more mouse-slaughter than I ever could. And I could have gotten away with it." He changed his tone in the last sentence. "Don't beat yourself up. You climbed the elephant sized ladder from the bottom to the top, you deserve some recognition."

Judy chuckled. "Recognition coming from a criminal. Don't know if that's ironic or not."

"Eh, take it any way you want. Also, Carrots, are you sure you use enough cream? My face is getting heavy."

Remembered what she was doing, Judy tried to maintain her composure. She brushed his face some more, "Almost. There, feeling better?"

Nick rubbed the side of his jaw, "My pride still hurts, but thanks anyway."

"Don't mention it."

Judy had a look at her phone. They had wasted enough time. It was better to get back to the case. She took out the letter Alex left behind and handed it back to Nick. "Oh, your friend left this note behind. Sorry, I read it for investigation purposes."

"Nah, it's fine." He scanned through the letter. "It's nothing too special anyway. Sorry, not today, Alex." He balled the letter and tossed it in the trash. Her heart sank at the moment. She hoped he had not seen the devices. To avoid suspicion, she faked a, "Huh?"

"I'm pretty sure he wanted to get the gang and me out of this mess. The gang can leave if they want, but I won't. I promised to turn myself in when we unmask the culprit, and that's that."

Judy's hands move to her hips. "You know, never have I seen criminal so enthusiastic about not getting away."

"Then I shall gladly be your first." He bowed.

"Oh, Nick. This is not the time." She rubbed her forehead.

Nick snapped his fingers, "Okay, serious face." He cleared his throat. "So, do you have any lead on the matter?"

She shrugged, "Not much beside somehow an engineer is responsible for a series of attacks that ties to biology. And somehow, someway, without collars, predators can't control themselves." She tilted her head. "To be honest, now with me saying it aloud, I'm not buying any of that. But Chief Bogo says it's true then mammals will believe him."

"Heh, and now because of me, the kid is a terrorist to everyone. I saw the news. Didn't think he had the guts and the stupidity to pull a stunt like that."

"How did he do that, though? Planning ahead an elaborate escape plan and accompanied him were dozens of bigger and armed predators. Where did he get them? Are you sure that he is not some kind of underground crime lord?"

Tha rang a bell in Nick's head. "I'm sure that he is not, but I think I have an idea who is. Judy, I think it is about time you meet Wild Times main backer."

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