Chapter 4: Crying Badman

Police procedure isn't always the most fun thing, in fact one could say it's by far the most boring thing to do next to look at paint drying or grass growing. Filling up constant reports, making sure all the details had been written down properly and nothing was amiss, especially considering that one mess up could send the whole thing into being written all over again.
This is something that Nick truly despised about his job, being very glad when Judy would take care of the reports for both of them. He would always make sure to repay his partner for her kindness in any way he could.
So, now they were in their office, Judy rapidly typing their report on the whole bank robbery and chase, all the while Nick busied himself with checking messages on his phone.
After the surprise-execution outside the cafe, Judy had apparently forgotten their little talk, which the fox was in part relieved over. Seeing her so readily do his paperwork as well as hers reminded him how sweet she really was, which made him feel bad for reacting so strongly. In hindsight he had realized that he may have overreacted, though he wasn't really sure why.
Was it really the fact that Judy found the idea of marrying him humorous that made him feel strangely hollow? … No, that would be crazy. He had probably reacted the way he did because she might have found the idea of marrying a fox hilarious, not him specifically… Or at least that's what he figured.
A knock then came on the door. Not waiting for a response, a figure opened the door, and peaking inside which was a large gorilla.

"Hey Hohenheim, sup?" Nick asked, flashing the large ape a friendly smile. The ape didn't return the smile as he stepped into the office.

"Don't act friendly, Wilde. You still owe me fifty bucks, don't think I've forgotten." He muttered, putting a few files on Judy's desk "Here are the files on those stiffs you asked for, Hopps."

"And here I thought only elephants had good memory… " Nick whispered, but then his ears perked "Stiffs? You mean the ones from outside the café?"

"Yeah, I wanted to do a quick check-up on those guys." Judy said as she began skimming over the files. "Hmmm… Interesting." "The golden jackal here was named Jamie Leerdon… And he was the younger brother to Jackie Leerdon, the leader at the bank robbery… Second in command of the Oasis Jackal gang after his brother… Sweet cheese crackers that's a lame name… Grew up in Sahara Square… Dropped out of school… Father unknown, mother a junkie… Let's see… List of assaults: robbery, four degrees of murder, statutory rape, having un-registered weapons… Man this guy is a handful… Or rather, was."

Nick and Hohenheim shared a look, until the ape shrugged and began to leave. But then Judy looked up at him.

"Hey, any report from the ballistics and the text messages?" She asked, making the ape turn.

"Yeah, Honey said she's finished and you can pay her a visit" He muttered, closing the door behind him while Nick turned around in his office-chair, hands crossed over his chest and with his eyebrows raised.

"Alright Carrots, humor me. Why are you wasting time with this?" Nick asked, as Judy tore her eyes away from the file.

"Ummm, wake up Nick, those guys came after us! Our photo and instructions of where we would be was in Jamie's phone. And then we saw the whole gang get executed… Most likely by the very person who tipped them off. If that doesn't answer your question, I don't know what does…" Judy said before going back to her reading.

"Maybe it was somebody who's toes we've stepped on who wanted to us dead, but suddenly lost his nerve and gunned down the backup?" He theorized.

"No… This was too good for something like that. Whoever did this had no hesitation, and every shot managed to hit it's target." She looked over the photos from the crime-scene. Each and everyone of the criminals were lying in pools of their own blood, most of them with big chunks of their heads missing. "We're dealing with a professional here, someone who just as easily could've killed us, but for some reason didn't… Question is why…"

Nick didn't respond. He simply stared at the bunny, nervously tapping his foot and unsure of what to say, for Judy had certainly said it.
This situation was unnerving… Maybe even terrifying.
Judy ran her eyes over the files a few more times before closing them, gathering them and getting out of her chair. Approaching the door, she looked back at Nick, who looked kind of reluctant.

"You're gonna go and see Honey, aren't ya?" He asked, and got a positive nod in response. "Well… Let's get it over with then. But I don't think being near that weirdo will help to calm my nerves."

"What do you have against Honey?" Judy asked while glancing at her partner as they left the office.

"Oh, I dunno, maybe because she's nuts and creep's me out?" Nick said as he rubbed his chin "Or maybe 'cause she sees conspiracies in everything?"

"Nick, c'mon she's a sweet girl and a great help." Judy said, looking at the fox "Sure she's a tad… Mmm… Quirky, but she is still very nice."

Nick sighed, as he shook his head and looked at Judy.
He did have to admit that Honey Barker was a very kind and skilled forensic scientist… But that didn't change the fact that the badger was clearly several marbles away from being sane. However, what the fox disliked the most about her, was her unshakable belief and fascination with bizarre conspiracy-theories, never letting a chance of rambling about them escape her. For instance, she honestly believed that an organization completely composed of sheep was behind many major historical events, and aiming for world domination.

Stopping before the forensics door, Nick looked at Judy again, who just gave him a stern look that told him to stay nice. Knocking a few times, Judy waited for a response, and after some clattering the doors finally opened.

In the doorway, both officers saw a medium height honey badger, with messy white hair that stood up between her ears like a mohawk. Her body was a little pudgy but still feminine, she wore a pair of goggles on her forehead and her lab coat was unbuttoned and showcased t-shirt that read "Beware the Sheep-Conquerors!".
Seeing the the two, the female badger gave them the widest grin possible, and then pulled Judy in for an overwhelming hug.

"JUDE THE DUDE! HAHAH! How's my fave police-bunny?" Honey asked, all the while Judy was being squeezed like a plushy.

Nick bit his lower lip, trying his best not to laugh at the hilarious scene. He quickly fished out his phone and took a photo, but did notice by Judy's deadly glare in his direction that if anyone besides him saw that photo, she would end him right on the spot.
Plus, Nick was amazed how Judy allowed Honey to call her "Jude the Dude", making her the only one besides Judy's father who had the privilege. Last time Nick had tried to use that nickname he had gotten himself caught in the rabbit's famous chokehold and then getting forced to promise he'd never call her that again.
Judy was struggling in Honey's hug, her face going into several different shades of blue and now starting to become purple. Deciding enough was enough, the fox gave off a faint cough to get the badger's attention.

"Honey, with all respect and love, could you please release Judy before her head explodes?" Nick said, gesturing at the bunny's facial color.

Gasping, Honey quickly released her grasp and allowed for Judy to inhale some much needed oxygen.

"Oh, I'm so sorry sweetie! I was just so happy to see you, I guess I forgot about my strength." She said and sat the bunny down, who just waved it off with a (rather relieved) smile. The badger then turned toward Nick with her almost unnaturally powerful arms thrown out. "Now Nicky, come here and give us a hug!"

"Ummm…Nah, I had one this morning and I think I'm good!" Nick said as he tried to back away, but still ended up being grabbed by the badger, who squeezed him so lovingly hard that he thought his ribs was gonna snap.

Finally releasing him, Honey stepped back and grinned at Nick and Judy with the sweetest smile one could muster.

"So, what can I do for my two fav officers, hm?" She asked, welcoming the two inside her office.

One thing could be handed to Honey; despite her eccentric nature she did keep her workplace organized and clean (minus a few objects that was stacked in pyramid-like formations).
That's something that always made Judy wonder if Honey really was this quirky, or if her so called "insanity" was some kind of strange defense mechanism. Every time she had tried taking it up with Honey, the badger would just steer away from the answer. Even their fellow officers didn't have much to say, not knowing much about her private life or even where she lived. In a way, it kind of pained Judy that the badger wasn't letting anyone know about herself, especially after all the times she had helped them during work. Looking at her smiling face, Judy let out a mental sigh as she then tried to concentrate on her task at hand.

"We wanted some info about those bullets from that shooting. You got anything for us Honey?" She asked trying to keep her mind on her work for now.

"Heh, I actually do, and it kind of surprised me. C'mon, I'll show you." She said, making it over to her computer.

Both Nick and Judy were behind her as she rapidly typed on her computer, which was an older Apple-model. On the screen they saw the images of the bullet extracted from one of the victims. Both the bunny and the fox looked at each other in silence, as Honey typed a few more keys.

"So, here is your bullet. I actually had to look it up, 'cause this isn't your standard thing that you'd find on the streets." Honey said, making Nick raise his eyebrow.

"It isn't?"

"No, what you're looking at 9x39mm bullet, model SP6 armor piercing. Those things are only used in an automatic rifle mark VSS, more commonly known as the Vintorez." She said, turning around in her seat looking at Judy's and Nick's shocked expressions "It's mainly used by Russian special forces or military. So, I'd say someone's got their paws on some heavy military stuff."

Nick whistled, the news making him think on this.
First the gatling-gun, and now this? It all seemed too fancy and sophisticated for some small-time gang like the Oasis Jackals. In fact, Russian rifles seemed too exotic for even such an open town like this. Sure, Zootopia had it's fair share of gunrunners, but normally they just sealed with small time SMG's, pistols, shotguns and maybe some assault rifles if Santa smiled upon them.
Then again, these bastards managed to get their hands on a gatling gun of all things.

"What about the phone?" Judy asked, as Honey spinned in her chair again and typed some more keys. "It was partially written in a different language. Was it Russian?"

"Yes. But according to this it's registered to a dingo named Marvin De Luco, who is a Mexican immigrant." Honey responded, bringing up an image of the dingo, who looked like he was in his mid-twenties.

"Well, we just need to question him and see what he has to say." Judy exclaimed, instantly brightening up, but spotting a look from Honey made her ears drop a little "What?"

"Weeeeeeeeeelll… I'm afraid he's not gonna say much. The guy was found dead in his flat in the tropic zone. Gunshot to the head." The badger explained. "We found his phone in a dumpster near the crime scene."

Judy groaned, rubbing her temples slowly. This investigation wasn't coming off with a good start. Any possible leads they could have had, had just gone down the rabbit-hole. They now had nine dead gang-bangers, all killed by some fancy Russian rifle, and their only possible lead was now dead too.
Giving a somewhat frustrated sigh, Judy shook her head and then smiled at Honey.

"Thanks for your help Honey. Seems like me and Nick are gonna have lots of work on our paws." She said and turned around "C'mon Nick, there's a certain someone that we need to talk to."

Two hours later, both Hopps and Wilde sat in the interrogation room, with Jackie Leerdon sitting opposite them in cuffs.
The jackal was already coming off the Scream, so he really didn't look good. His eyes were darting from side to side as he tapped the table nervously with his fingers. Judy had seen Scream-addicts before; some who got hit hard would scream and cry and even try to harm themselves, while others were just kind of jumpy and display a great sensitivity to strong lights or loud sounds.
Jackie seemed pretty well-off, especially considering that his dossier claimed that he had been on and off several different kinds of drugs since he was sixteen.

"So… To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure?" Jackie asked as he leaned back in his chair, flashing his gold fangs at the officers. His chin had bandage on it that covered a stitched six-inch cut, which he had received just yesterday when Judy had introduced his face to her knee. "If this is about the bank robbery, I doubt there's anything more to add. I've already given all the details to your buddies."

Both of them looked at him in silence, then looked at each other, wondering which one should break the news to this bastard. Judy then sighed, but as she was about to speak out, Nick interrupted her.

"Your brother is dead." Nick said, sounding as drop-dead blunt as possible.

The room went quiet, as the jackal just stared at them in stunned silence. Then, he started chuckling, which soon grew into a hysterical laughter as he leaned back in his chair.

"Hehehe… Oh man, that's fucking hysterical! You really had me going there for a while you flat-foots" He said. Nick sighed and tossed the jackal a couple of photos from the crime scene.

Any hint of a smile was washed away from Jackie's face, as he quickly stood up, his cuffed paws slamming into the table, all the while staring down with eyes like saucers at the photos laid out before him, each of them containing either his brother or members of his gang, each of them shot dead.
His mouth opened and trembled, before he bit down and closed his eyes shut. A small, sobbing sound escaped the criminal, and a couple of tears dripped down on the table.
Nick would be a liar if he said that seeing the smile disappear from the smug jackal's face didn't bring him a twisted sense of satisfaction.
Judy on the other hand felt sad for the criminal. He was a scumbag, no question about that, and he had done many horrible and unforgivable things, but still… This was his brother that had died. As the sister of two hundred and sixty five siblings, the pain she would feel if losing just one of them was too hard to imagine.

Jackie slammed his fist hard in the table, making the officers jump. The jackal emitted a deep growl as he looked up at the two officers, his fangs bared and his eyes full of tears and spite.

"You mother-fucking pieces of filth… I've always hated you, but this?! My brother… YOU KILLED MY ONLY BROTHER!" He exclaimed, as he tried to jump out of his chair and leap at them, but the cuffs, which was connected to a chain which was attached in to the floor, made him stay put.

"Relax Mr Happy. We didn't murder your brother; he and your boys tried to ambush us, but instead got their brains blown out by an unidentified sniper." Nick explained as Jackie glared at him. "And why would we kill him? We didn't find out that he was there to try and kill us for arresting you until after he was shot!"

Jackie panted heavily, staring at the two. Then, he let out a faint whimper as he covered his face with his palms, his ears lying flat on his head and his whimpers growing louder. Looking at each other, Judy then got up from her chair, walked around the table and approached the jackal, gently patting his back. Exhaling, the jackal then pulled his face away from his palms.

"Jamie… You dumb little bastard… Always getting into trouble and getting in over your head… Fuck…!" He whispered, biting his lower lip. "… Do any of you have anything to smoke?"

Sighing, Nick reached into his shirts pocket and pulled up a packet of smokes that he laid out on the table, together with a lighter. He wasn't much of a smoker himself, but he had a habit of keeping them on himself in case someone needed them. Taking a cig from the packet's interior, Jackie put it in his mouth and tried to light it, but his hands were shaking really badly, so Judy helped him out. Taking a deep inhale, he puffed out a cloud of smoke and sighed looking back at the photo of his dead brother.

"Unidentified sniper you say?" He asked, looking back at the officers.

"We hoped you could help us with that." Judy said, sitting back in her chair as she stared at Jackie with her hands crossed. "Your brother and your companions were all killed by a military-grade weapon."

"And before his death he received this text-message." Nick added, pushing piece of paper with the printed out message "So… It seems he walked into an ambush. Any clues on who'd set this up?"

Taking another puff of the cig, the jackal looked at the two cops and then shrugged.

"Fuck I know, I never tried to mess with the big shots, and Jamie would never go against anyone without my permission. The Colombians, the Russians, the Triads, Yakuza or even the Italians, we knew those guys could just sneeze and we'd end up sliced, diced and dumped into some river." He said, blowing out a ring of smoke and then sighing. "We usually just stuck to street guys like us. I doubt any of them could afford something from the military, much less use it."

"Yet you had a gatling gun?" Nick asked, making the Jackal scoff.

"That old thing? Tch… Got it for cheap from this one coyote; the damn thing was barely working anyway. Hell, it was a miracle it didn't jam during the robbery. The only reason we bought it was to get through that damn bank vault." Jackie said, taking another puff of the cig before putting it out.

"Coyote, eh? He wouldn't happen to have a dark silver sedan and sport an annoyin' Cockney accent, would he?" Nick asked, getting a nod from Jackie. "I see, well it'll be something to start with. C'mon Carrots, I'd say we're done here."

Judy stood up, and collected the photographs of the crime scene. As she was done, she looked up at Jackie and pulled out something from her front-pocket and extended it to the jackal.
It was another photograph, but this one was smaller and wrinkled, but also partially paled by age. It was a small Polaroid photo, depicting two young jackal-boys, one being about seven, the other about five. The two boys sat at a stair-case of a run-down building, the younger one giving of a wide grin at whoever was taking the photo, while the seven year old just pouted in a childish manner.
Jackie took it between his thumb and index-finger, looking at the photo that his mother had taken of him and his brother for what seemed like a life-time ago… One of the few things she had done that stood out, simply because it was something a good mother would've done instead of selling her back and using the money to feed her addiction as was her norm.

"It was in brother's wallet." Judy said. "I figured that would like to have it."

As Judy turned and were about to leave with Nick, the two heard a whistle. Looking back they saw Jackie, who looked at while still holding the old photograph.

"Listen, I might hate you cops. I fuckin' despise you guys… But… Please find the fucker who took my little bro…" Jackie said, looking at the two officers with a broken gaze.

"…We'll try our best, sir." Judy said, and then she and Nick left.

"So, who's this coyote?" Judy asked, as she leaned in her seat while Nick took a left turn.

"An ol' buddy of mine, named Freddy the Spiv. Before I became an upstanding citizen…" Nick started, but then stopped, as he spotted Judy's skeptical look. "Ahem… Anyway, before my hustling days, I was more of a small-time crook."

"You, a crook?" Judy asked, trying her best to imagine the fox making a break in. "No offense Nick, but that's kinda hard to imagine."

"Nooone taken carrots, anyway he and I pulled off some jobs." The fox explained, taking another turn as they arrived in the tropical zone. "But, eventually I had to stop, because he was getting into gunrunning business… And lets just say, that was a little too crazy for my blood."

Judy blinked at this; she sure didn't know much about Nick's past. She knew that he had once worked for Mr Big and his family, and she knew that he had a mother who lived in town somewhere (she had met her very briefly when Nick had graduated; a spry middle-aged vixen who had tearfully hugged her son once he got down from the podium, but who had then quickly asked if he had met someone and stressed the fact that she would like some grandchildren before getting too old and decrepit) but other than that, Nick was almost as big of a mystery as Honey.
Looking out the window, Judy then noticed that they were driving in to one of the "bad parts" of the tropical zone. Ever since the new mayor's election, there had been parts of Zootopia that sort of "went rotten" as one might put it. In places like these you either had gangs or mob family's making the rules, and there were even rumors of how the mayor took bribes from the family's so they wouldn't get too crazy in their own turfs or start full out wars on the streets.
Taking another turn, a smile appeared on Nick's muzzle as he then pointed forward, to where something that seemed like a bar straight out of the 50's stood. Outside of it they could see a parked dark silver sedan.
Parking nearby, Nick then left the patrol car, grabbed his police baton and moved towards the car, all the while Judy followed him and wondered what he was planning. As Nick got close to it, he smacked the baton against one of the turn lights, activating a loud car-alarm that made Judy yelp and grab her ears.
Then, through all this screaming and wailing, she could hear an angry voice yelling. She turned her head and saw a coyote approaching the car while trying to fish out his car keys from his pocket. The coyote in question was somewhere in his early thirties, wearing a leather jacket, pair of dark shades covering his eyes, dark brown fur which had been combed up on his head and dyed jet black and almost looked like it was a solid rock due to all the hair jells in it. In short, he looked like something that escaped from the poster of one of those old motorcycle movies from the 80's starring Peter Fossa.
Finally pulling out the car keys, he pressed a button and the alarm died down.

"Oi! Ya bottles are out yer soddin' minds?! Ya know how much sausage that kareem costs?! Ya twats will be bleedin' from yer knickers to pay me back!" The coyote exclaimed as he finally got close enough. But, upon seeing Nick and Judy (well mostly Nick) he froze with surprise.

"Hi Freddy, long time no see" The fox said, flashing a friendly smile to the coyote.

"Nick, oh ya soddin' tea leaf!" Freddy said, as he got closer and high fived Nick "Look at ya! Being a grasshopper and shite, I really thought Finnick was full of rum and coke when he told me!"

Judy meanwhile just stood there and tried her best to understand what the heck the coyote was talking about, the thick cockney accent making the english he spoke seem like some kind of alien language. It seemed like Nick understood the strange babble rather perfectly.
The fox in return just gave a shrug, while Freddy's gaze turned to Judy.

"An this must be the lovely lil'twist of lemon I heard about. The one who solved that whole NightHowler biz, eh?" He said as Judy blinked. She wasn't sure if he was giving her a compliment or an insult.

"Ummm… Y-Yeah… It's me… Mm… T-thank you?" Judy said in a confused tone, which made Freddy laugh.

Walking by Nick and Judy, he then sat on the hood of his car and smiling at the two, as he fished out a toothpick out of his jacket.

"So, what can I do for me ol'gate, eh?" He asked and started picking his teeth.

"We wanna know if you sold any military grade weapons to anyone lately." Nick said, crossing his hands "Say, maybe a Russian sniper rifle?"

Hearing this, made Freddy nearly sucked in and swallowed the toothpick. Coughing a little, he then looked at the two and flashed an innocent smile.

"Nick, c'mon ya take me for some stroke or somethin'?" He muttered nervously, then looked away. "Ya know I don' deal with such shite and mostly work as a flounder from some lads."

Once again Judy didn't understand a single word that left the coyotes mouth, in fact she was wondering if he wasn't speaking in some strange code of sorts.
Nick on the other hand, clearly wasn't buying it.

"Yeah, and the blokes that robbed the cab rank weren't armed by you?" He asked, narrowing his gaze "Carrots, lets go and check the trunk."

"Ummm… Nick, we don't have a warrant for this." Judy said, looking at her partner, but did notice the coyote's nervous glare when the fox mentioned the car trunk.

"Trust me, I'd say after what you'll see inside I doubt we'll need to ask for one." He said in a reassuring tone.

Following his instructions, Judy walked past the car to it's trunk, found that it was unlocked and popped it open. The bunny gasped, for inside she saw at least four shotguns, two sawn-offs, a few SMG's and some pistols.

"Sweet cheese and crackers… He has a frickin' gun shop in here!" She exclaimed and looked back at Nick, who turned his gaze at Freddy.

"Aaaand I doubt half of them are registered or needed for self defensive purposes~" He said, flashing his coy grin. "I'd say we're looking at least five years in the slammer, Freddy~"

"Oi, ya can't prove them things belong to me!" Freddy exclaimed, though clearly sweating bullets now. "I-I-I mean… I can just always say you planted them on me!"

"Yeah, but with your criminal record I doubt we'll need much proof, Freddy~" Nick said, taking the cig from the coyote and putting it out.

Giving a somewhat defeated sigh the coyote rubbed his head as he looked at Nick, and then smirked.

"Yer still a huge arse wanker you've always been, Wilde." he muttered, then gave a gentle punch into Nick's shoulder "Yeah, I did sell some gear to these Persian rug twats, their Pitch was a real number I'll tell ya that, specially the youn' one was really chicken oriental. What ya want I got's to keep me Jekyll somehow."

"What about any Russian sniper rifles?" Judy asked, as she closed the trunk.

The coyote rubbed his chin in thought, pulling up another toothpick to stick in his mouth.

"Nope, sorry luv, def didn't sell such shite before." he muttered. "Though, a couple a days back, I did get a call on the al Capone. Some strawberry was askin' if I was able to get some armor piercin' rounds. Even offered a good Oscar for it."

"And you didn't write down the address or number, right?" Nick asked, giving a nod from the coyote, which made him and Judy sigh.

"But, I recall the meetin' place was somewhere in Tundra Town." Freddy said, as the pick away and got off the car's hood "Now, if this is all I'm headin' inside, I gots a bottle of gay waitin' for me and a very juicy four by four."

"Aaaaaaaand the merchandise?" Nick asked, tapping his foot as Freddy stopped and cursed under his breath. "How about it officer Hopps, we clearly have a felon here~"

"Why yes Officer Nick, I fully agree~" Judy said, leaning against the side of the car "So, this felon can either hand over this car to us or get into more trouble~"

Cursing louder, he then reached into his pocket and tossed Judy the keys, and then he glared at Nick and flipped him the bird.

"Yer a fuckin' wanker Wilde, a real Geoff class wanker and yer Calbury is a full on Ethan!" He called out, going back to the bar.

Catching the keys, Judy looked at her partner and shook her head as she texted Clawhauser to send a patrol car over to pick up the vehicle and the weapons.

"You are one unpredictable fox, you know that?" She said, looking at her partner who instead gave an idle shrug.

"I prefer the therm 'fantastic'. Fantastic Mr Fox… Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?~" He said, making his way back to the patrol car, while Judy stood there giving a somewhat dreamy sigh.

Snapping out of her dream moment, she quickly hurried after her partner back inside the car.

"So, Mr B as our next stop?" She asked, with Nick giving her a nod.

"It is always nice, to receive a visit from you, officer Hopps and officer Nicholas." Mr Big said softly, as he took a sip of his coffee. "Here I was thinking you had all but forgotten this old shrew."

"Well, we were mostly busy, sir." Nick said, giving an innocent smile as he looked at the two polar bears behind him and Judy. Cop or not, he was still afraid of these guys. "Me and Carrots here kinda had our own run of trouble. Isn't that right Carrots?"

Looking at his partner, Nick saw that Judy's entire attention was aimed at lil'Judy, her beloved goddaughter, was busy playing with one Judy's paws. Seeing the bunny play with the lil' baby shrew pulled at some of Nick's heart-strings, and it took a cough from Mr Big to make them both snap out their dazes. Shaking her head, Judy then coughed as she rubbed one of her ears.

"Pardon me, she's just such a lovely little thing." Judy said, looking down at the baby shrew, who giggled as she tried to climb up the rabbit's thumb. "Anyway, we wanted to ask if you knew anything about the gang murder that took place in Sahara Square."

"Mmmmm…Not really, but I did hear about it on the news." Mr Big said, as he tapped his fingers together "Quite brutal I must say, and this is coming from someone who is used to a little brutality. But, you are not suspecting me, are you officer Hopps?"

"No sir, but we were wondering if you knew anyone who would own and wield a Russian Sniper rifle to such a lethal extent." Judy explained, trying to make sure not to offend the elderly shrew, who thoughtfully scratched his chin.

"Hrm… I see. Usually I wouldn't be helping the ZPD. But, since you two are practically family, I'm gonna see if I can find anything useful." The old shrew said.

"Thank you, sir. Your help is much appreciated." Judy said, giving her usual warm smile.

Smiling, Judy then leaned over kissing his cheeks carefully while Nick kissed his rings. As the two officers left, crossed his tiny fingers together as he looked back at the polar bear who held him in his palms.

"Bruno, do me a favor and call Kozlov, I have a few questions for him." The little shrew said, getting a nod from the bear.