Zootopia: Hitwolf Chapter 4: Ne me quitte pas, a zootopia fanfic

Chapter 4: Ne me quitte pas

He was all alone again as usual. Once again, alone without warriors or companies around him. Not even one of his hetairoi to speak to. He had the museum all to himself and in the dark of the night, felt the wind blowing over his fur and the well sculpted torso.

He didn't wear any shirts or suits in the evening, rather he dressed in a bit more loose and casual with only his dark Egyptian trousers with gold veins on the fabric edges. His torso was exposed to the element, as he stare into the night sky, watching the stars above and the mapping out the constellations.

He knelt to his knees and bowed before the celestial body, under his breath, he muttered and pray to the stars, partly out of desperation, the other part was out of hope. Hope for reconciliation and for apologies to the young Charlie Frost.

"Grandmother Nut of the Heaven, She Who Shelters the Earth and Heaven, hear my prayer...give me not might but compassion. Grandfather Geb, He Who Nurture Life, give me strength to swallow pride. Guide my heart and mind to find humility as the stones of your Earth have always done." He prayed religiously, bowing his head down on a rug on the floor.

Once his praying was done, he rolled the rug together and meticulously folded it into a compact piece, he then put the rug inside a glass case before sitting down on his office chair. He contemplated his loneliness before turning on the gramophone, he rotated the hand crank of the device before putting the vinyl disk on. At first there were only the static and squeaking sound of vinyl disk, it soon became the sound of melodious music. But being a rather old timer, Anubis himself didn't mind the device's age.

Ne me quitte pas

Il faut oublier

Tout peut s'oublier

Qui s'enfuit déjà

Oublier le temps

The song continued to play on the vinyl disk, one of Anubis's favorite from the 50s and 60s, Jacques Blaireau's hit single Ne me quitte pas, or "Do not leave me". He sat there, listening to the song as his train of thoughts continue running through the various scenarios in his mind. He sat on the desk with his hands crossed over one another, his fingers folded over one another as he rested his nose under the palms.

Moi je t'offrirai

Des perles de pluie

Venues de pays où il ne pleut pas

Je creuserai la terre jusqu'après ma mort

Pour couvrir ton corps d'or et de lumière

Je ferai un domaine

Où l'amour sera roi, où l'amour sera loi

Où tu seras reine

Ne me quitte pas

Je t'enverrai

Des mots insensés

Que tu comprendras

Je te parlerai

De ces amants-la

Qui ont vu deux fois leurs cœurs s'embraser

Je te raconterai l'histoire de ce roi mort

De n'avoir pas pu te rencontrer

Ne me quitte pas

On and on the vinyl disk play, until finally the last note of the song was plucked and the last lyric uttered, did the disk come to a screeching end on the old gramophone. He groaned at the sudden lack of music in the room, the jackal got up from his seat and came over to the gramophone and picked the disk up, flipping it around, inspecting the French flag printed on it with the date "1959" printed on it. "Merci beaucoup Jacques, votre service a été le bienvenu." Said Anubis as he carefully slipped the vinyl into its folder.

But as the loneliness seem to take hold of his mind, Anubis's frustration got worse and worse in his office as he paced back and forth, his body seems to be on its own and his mind was telling it in desperate attempts to cease its insanity. He bared his teeth out, snarling and huffing in anger when he felt the headlights of a vehicle heading towards the museum.

He twitched his head and turned to the windows, at the parking lot, there was a lone red SUV coming into the parking area, this one appeared to be driven by Logan with Charlie exiting the passenger door. "Ne me quitte pas." He uttered under his breath watching silently as Charlie entered the museum.

Charlie was heading up the stairs with Logan, but unlike before when he was mad at Anubis, this time his expression seem to soften up, a sense of guilt and perhaps a timid desire to be humble and admit his guilt. The two came up to Anubis's doors and knocked on it, "Come in." Logan and Charlie heard Anubis replied after the three rhythm knocking.

The door creaked open with Charlie walking in first, his face pale in front of Anubis as he stood before the deity. "A-Anubis...I wa-want to apologize. For what I said to you back in the hospital." Charlie said weakly to him, the Jackal deity before Logan's eyes was frowning by his desk as he sat there, rubbing his temple with his thumb and index finger. "You came here to apologize?" He asked with a dull tongue. "We-well what do you expect from me? I accused you of something you didn't do and...well...you got mad." Charlie stuttered as he reminded them of the incident at the hospital.

Logan stood there awkwardly as well. The two hadn't known each other long enough to really get off on a good foot. Logan had trouble looking into Anubis's own glowing eyes. He had trouble speaking due to his throat croaking up with mixed feelings. He sighed and kept an open mouth. No words came out however as he made the situation more awkward.

He turned away now feeling more embarrassed. He even seemed to forget Anubis was even a god that was in front of him. Now it felt like he was just having an awkward moment with another person. He slowly looked back to Anubis, and muttered. "Yeah sorry…" in a tense quiet voice before regaining some of his composure again.

Anubis sighed out as he stood up to Charlie and Logan, the jackal walked around his desk before coming to Charlie's side, he hugged the wolf in a sudden, holding him tight and tenderly, patting his back as Logan can see Anubis's tear streaming down his eyes, a single droplet, fell on Charlie's back.

"You're cold...cold as metal." Anubis commented as he glanced down at Charlie, the tears and mental shift caused his liquid metal shell to retract into his body's interior. Revealing his robot form to Anubis. "I get that a lot these days." Said Charlie as he looked up apparently moved by Anubis's troubled emotions.

"It doesn't matter how you look, what matters is you get to be the person you wish to be." Said Anubis with a mournful tone as he hugged Charlie into his body, resting the robot wolf's head on his chest to give his supposed son comfort and tenderness. "Charlie… Logan, it's late you two should stay here until tomorrow morning. It's for what's best." The jackal offered to them. Though the generosity was bitter for him to make, he can still be seen as genuinely caring for them.

Logan looked around though confused by this offer. He could see Anubis being genuinely nice to him which felt like a relief, but the location seems odd. It was not a familiar location to him. In fact parts of it creeped him out a bit. "Sleep in a museum. Uh. Thanks? I hope no spooky stuff happens here though. You are god of the dead. Nothing will come to life here right? All the mannequins in the same place?" Logan asked.

"If they do, they'll be the least of your concern. Come on." The jackal deity then led the two out of the office and head out to a warm and secured room on the second floor of the building. Seeing that the place was wide and there was plenty of space to cover, Anubis himself had a hard time deciding which part of the building to choose.

He soon came to the Roman exhibit wing of the building where he put out some sleeping bags for the two. "Here you go, this should do." Said Anubis as he handed them the sleeping bags and rolled them out on the floor. The room had exhibits of Roman Legion armor pre and post Marian Reform. There were even exhibitions of various Roman life at home, in the country Villa and city life. At the center was a statue of their patron Goddess, Belliona, the lioness Goddess of warriors.

Logan's mouth dropped down a bit as he looked at the lioness warrior. He didn't know much about the history of Rome, or much of advanced history as he looked, but he could tell by looking all the armor seemed to be different from what he imaged. "I thought Rome had more of that red and gold color. The mohawk looking helmet with red feathers. These guys look different." Logan said slightly surprised.

"These are from Polybian Time. Republic if you will, before Marian Reform. Afterwards the Mohawk styled head crest is for Centurion, to differentiate the rank and roles, they used different color schemes." Said Anubis as he looked at the statue of Belliona, he found it to be rather nostalgic, almost like a sense of longing for the past or perhaps a homesick feeling.

"Good night to you two. I'll be elsewhere." He exited the room and switched off the lights for them. As he went out, he sighed feeling that the pressure of being a father down on his shoulders, but at the same time, he felt the need to let go. Let go of his son as he was too old by this point for Anubis to look at him as an infant.

"Uh gnight…" Logan grumpily said as he got into his sleeping bag. The floor beneath it felt cold and hard only making this feel more off. "I'm going to go home tomorrow night, and then Angie is going to ask where I was. I'm going to have to tell her this very much crazy story. She's going to think I was drunk or something." Logan made a confused groan. His nocturnal night vision didn't help him sleep either as even in dark he could see the mannequins around him. "I think me and my friends did this once when we were kids." Logan said.

Charlie of course had sleeping difficulty similar to Logan as being a wolf meant that he had his eyes natural nocturnal night vision kicked in almost instantly. The world in front of him was rendered in a strange void of grey and black colors while he laid on his back. "I remember there was this one time, when I broke into my junior high's supply locks, and somehow... my feet got the floor frozen." Said Charlie with a shudder, but he was not as cold as Logan due to the fact he had a natural resistant against the cold and arctic conditions.

Logan listen to this and squinted his eyes. Everything about which Charlie said seemed strange to him. He looked to him with a confused face. "What the heck man? Did your school have a faulty cooler system under the lockers or something?" Logan asked looking away. He put his palms against the back of his head as he squinted. "And why the fuck would you break into a locker room with all the jockstrap and… sweat?..." Logan commented

Charlie blushed red as he felt embarrassed by the reminder of the strange event in his life but he kept his silent. "Nothing, just stupid kids trying to prank their bullies. But I don't know. It's all a blur to me at this point." Said Charlie as he rolled over to get some sleep in the place.

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The next day soon came with the sun rising up in the East, Anubis at this time was sleeping in his office with his head laying on the table. He snored and grumbled before being disturbed by the sunlight, he felt the warmth of Ra's sun on his back waking him up. He flailed around and grabbed hold of his scepter aiming at imaginary enemies. He huffed out and slowly calmed down. The jackal sat down, rubbing his temple frustratingly. "You're getting old…"

Meanwhile, in the Roman Exhibition room, Charlie and Logan were sleeping still when Charlie began to wake up from his slumber, he coughed out and yawned getting up to his feet slowly. He saw the sunlight shining on his face through the window as he got up. "Hey Logan, get up it's morning now. I think you better get up bef-" Unfortunately for both Charlie and Logan, the two heard the ringing sound coming up in their head, it was Angie calling Logan with her phone, of course by now, his phone had been integrated into his body giving him a Codec communication with his number and frequency for custom communications.

At first Logan shook awake in confusion before he saw the caller ID and panicked. "Wait where the hell… Wait shit! Angie!" Logan jumped out of his sleeping bag and onto his feet immediately. He already thought of how worried sick, or even how angry she might be. He hesitantly answered the call which humorously stopped his vibrating as well. "Uh, hey Angie!" Logan said.

Logan heard on the other end an angry Angie calling him, she sounded a bit more serious with a stern voice and high pitched shouting on him over the phone. "Logan! Where were you yesterday? Were you at the strip club and got lost in the alley? I didn't see you return at the usual time and nobody saw you!" She scolded him furiously.

Logan started stuttering already feeling her thoughts dwell on possible unfaithfulness. He shook his head out staring ahead of him. Without a phone though it really made it seemed like he was talking to himself. "Uh! Yes! No! Wait! Not on the way you think! I was busy! I'm stuck at the museum right now! I got caught up with a hospital thing that led me to go to the museum with Charlie, and then having to sleep in here since uh… Well Anubis doesn't trust the outside during the night. And this is due to Charlie's… Boyfriend to have a heart attack so we brought him into the hospital. Charlie there scolded me and Anubis so we had to go to the museum later. And before this we saw his show at the strip club, but i wasn't prepared to see Charlie in romantics with this dude. We meet each other Anubis gets all protective, 'well he can't date this man! That's gay or something.', but then this dude has a heart attack since he's like 40 or something so we had to drive him to the hospital." Logan rambled as he panted for a breath of air.

"You expect me to believe all that crap!? Stay in the museum and don't you move a muscle! I'm coming right over to give you a piece of my mind!" Logan would then hear the sound of Angie hanging up the call as she left her home to find him at the museum. This of course meant that the two were about to be given rather hefty dose of her outrage. Charlie himself nervously gritted his teeth, fearing Angie's anger than anything due to her immense aggression and Hera like personality when she suspected Logan of infidelity.

Logan's now exhausted eyes looked downwards at the ground while his entire body hunched over. His ears folded backwards before he let off an extremely long and loud sigh. "Fuck man. How did i get in this situation?" Logan said as the whole previous night felt like an avalanche of confusion.

"Oh shit, I better calm her down then, seeing that I don't have a job anyway other than the night job of being male stripper." Said Charlie as he stood in the room pale in fear. He then led Logan out of the room to the nearest restroom to get ready. They on instinct struggled to clean their faces to get a bearing of what to do next. Of course being away from home, meant that they had no tooth pastes or brushes. Even if they do, they didn't need it due to how shiny and well polished their metal teeth were.

As they were cleaning themselves in a haphazard manner, Anubis was seen walking outside dressed in a more formal suits and pants to appear as though he was the curator of the museum. The jackal came across the bathroom and heard them washing themselves inside and cleared his throat out. "I hope that you two can pay the bill there. Or even remember that I have to come up with extraordinary excuses for a janitor team." Said Anubis as he lean in against the wall. "Uh don't worry we...uh just...prepare to face the wrath of a woman." Said Charlie with a sarcastic tone as he came running out of the restroom.

Logan ran out after him though looking more like a wet mess as his liquid metal had issue melding to his body. The metal only sloshing over his body in splashes trying to grip on and create something convincing only made Logan look more out of professional formal appearances. The red color below the liquid metal shined, but not with as brilliant of resilience. "Gotta go! Thanks for the place to sleep!" Logan fired off quickly.

"You're welcomed." Said Anubis with a sighed as he began to walk down the building's staircase behind Charlie and Logan, as the two wolves were coming down, they saw the sight of Angie coming into the Museum and next to her was Alfred hiding himself inside her purse. Once inside the museum, the AI sphere began to levitate out of her purse and made a rotation to regain his sense of balance.

"Aha! Where do you think you're going Logan? Didn't I tell you to stay put so I can see you?" Angie ordered him in a more pressing and aggressive manner as she came walking towards him with a scowl on her face. Alfred likewise follow her to face Charlie. "And you where were you O'boy? You gave my circuits a sizzling trying to find you all night. Good thing that I got a tracking system to know that you were here in the museum where you were safe enough. But What were you doing with...that...thing!?" Alfred became alarmed and of course was reasonably terrified with one of his tendril pointing at Anubis.

Logan backed up as Angie scolded him for being out all night. He raised his hands over his head while he backed away from her. Though he couldn't get an innocent looking smile on his face. Instead all that was stuck on his face was a more terrified humiliated look. "Okay I'm here though, I'm not dead! I'm not with another woman… you're the only one for me Angie! I swear I won't stay out late again!" Logan balled. He placed his hands on Angie's' arms and sobbed confused as she scolded him. His head somehow met her chest while he groaned sobbing confusion and regret.

He heard Angie made an annoyed groan as she slapped him across his cheek for putting his face on her chest. "Pervert!" She snarled at him. They however heard Anubis making an audible "Ahem" behind them, causing the group to flinch at his baritone. The jackal deity stepped up and put Logan behind him almost like for protection from Angie's fury. "Flufferson, I can attest to the young Mr. Lupis's defense, he was busy with a flurry of activities last night." Said Anubis as Angie sighed out to Anubis and crossing her arms.

"I know you're the God of the Dead and the judge of the Dead but I don't think you are the God of truth like Ma'at." Said Angie with a frown and suspicious look on her face. Anubis raised a brow to her, as if he was taking offense to her suspicion.

"Infidelity, you fear that he was with others. It's linked to the Fear of loneliness isn't it? No, fear not, he was never with another." Anubis stated sternly, making Angie whimpered and taking a step back from facing him as her head slumped down. "You two make up, I'll be preparing for visitors just in case." Said Anubis as he stood aside to let Logan face Angie while Charlie sighed out in relief.

Logan looked awkwardly away as well and made a slight whimper. "That slap kinda hurt. Heh heh…" Logan smiled. He held her arms though and looked her in the eyes while gulping. "Besides that I think i'm just going to stop with the weird stuff, and go straight home. I think I have learned something. Staying outside late only lead me to sleeping in a creepy museum." Logan grumbled and looked away. "Shoulda also called you maybe.. Sorry dear." he muttered.

Angie sighed out to Logan as she rest her head on his chest sobbing slightly while wrapping her hands around his waists feeling the liquid metal retracted inside his body, revealing his robot form to her. "You're going to be late Logan. Just please go to work. I got my own here." Angie stated sternly to Logan before glaring at Charlie.

"Maybe you should go somewhere else too." Charlie nodded to Angie's statement as he awkwardly shuffled out of the museum. But when Alfred attempted to leave, Anubis grabbed hold of what was essentially Alfred's bottom and yanked him back. "Not so fast. I have some matters I need to discuss with you." Said Anubis as he gestured Alfred to follow him down into the basement of the museum, disappearing from views slowly.

[hr]

Back at Precinct 1 of Downtown Zootopia, the establishment was busy processing various criminals they had apprehended in the busy day and night work to keep Zootopia safe. The latest criminal was Bellwether, although her case was an old one. The lamb was sitting in an interrogation room with a metal table in front of her. She expected no one in the precinct to show leniency for her crime, only that Judy Hopps would somehow take her words and investigate them like any police officers would.

Judy though prepared herself for interviewing Bellwether only wearing the most formal attire she could fit on her small body. She wore a tight, but very tidy grey suit and tie with a dark over coat. She wore a dark shirt over her legs. She used the reflection of herself on a window panel that acted as the one way mirror for the interrogation room. She sighed and nodded "Alright time to really get into this lady's head. Stay stern. Stay mean. Make yourself look better than she can." Judy said pepping herself up.

Judy can see that Bellwether was sitting scared on her metal chair, handcuffs kept her restraint in place as she stayed put by the table. Her outfit were scarcely changed given the amount of time she got out of prison even if it was a temporary pardon. She was still wearing her orange jumpsuits with her prisoner number tagged on the left side of her chest. "Uh Judy...There's something I need to tell you, it's about my backers who put me in position for...what happened." She phrased her words cautiously to Judy as she sat across the table from the bunny officer.

Judy hopped into the chair just in front of Bellwether and squinted her eyes in a more serious look as she listened in on what Bellwether would say. She leaned forward and kept a pen and sheet of paper ready. "Okay so talk. I'm all ears here. Who are they and why do you seem so frightened by them?..." Judy asked.

Bellwether nodded slowly to Judy as she gently pulled back the wrist wool to reveal her tattoo, it had a serpent encircling a dagger with a blood droplet on its tip. Judy can see that the tattoo itself had a rather sinister implication with a strange Middle Eastern language written under the dagger's tip. "They...don't tell me who they are only that they want me to put Zootopia under my thumbs and they can help me with it. I had contact with an agent, a stallion who often visits me in prison." Said Bellwether. She then leaned in closer to Judy to whisper the name to Judy. "Elrond Hubbuck, the leader of the Church of Preytology."

Juy herself felt her eyes widen. She sat back down into her chair as she looked to Bellwether with a more shocked expression the Nighthowler incident started to seem a bit more deeper now. The only real reason she had to believe Bellwether though was the odd tattoo she had on her. The Arabic language seems to not do well with her as she looked at it. "Church of Preytogoly? You mean that cult? I didn't realize just how in the deep you are then. But I don't understand the serpent here." Judy said.

Bellwether of course was growing increasingly more terrified and panic stricken as she hide her tattoo and glanced back and forth growing increasingly paranoid by the fear of someone being there to spy on her. "Hubbuck had that same tattoo...he...he backed me and bankrolled me. Not only that but he was making frequent visits to see if I spilled the beans on anything relating to the cult." Judy of course would see that Bellwether's tone was growing increasingly worse for wear as she grit her teeth together more and more.

"Hate to say this to you, but you sorta just did spill the beans. Fortunately for you though nothing really leaves the room. At all. I can't talk about anything that had happened here, and the walls are made out of solid concrete." Judy said. She however noted how paranoid Bellwether was getting as if she were on the verge of having a panic attack. "I didn't think Hubbuck was someone to fear though. I always thought he was just some crazy loon with a crazier sci fi story" Judy said.

"Judy you have no ideas! He doesn't care what is made public or not, he wants me dead and he is out to get me! You have to hide me somewhere." Bellwether begged to Judy moving her frail arms in a begging manner to convince Judy further. "I'm telling you he's notorious for hiring assassins to off any inner circle members who rat him out!" Said Bellwether in a now hysterical tone with her eyes almost look like they were snapping from the mental pressure exerted on her by Hubbuck even when he's out of sight.

Judy leaned back in her chair as Bellwether continued panicking. Judy held Bellwether's arms down though and shushed her in a firm tone. "Well calm down. I don't think panicking now will help. We are professionals here. Mostly at least. We can escort you into a safer place, but personally I see no safer place than this prison." Judy looked away for a moment though and cleared her throat. "Unless they have a spare spider robot." Judy muttered.

"I'm going to die...I'm going to die…" Bellwether muttered over and over again, now reduced to a fetal position in a mind numbingly shattered state, some of the police officers there had no choice but to intervene and brought her to a prison cell in the precinct to keep her there.

Nick of course had a talk with Judy in the meantime as they sat by the lounge chair of the precinct. "Okay Carrots can we trust her or do we dismiss her as loonies and she's deflecting?" Nick asked her while sitting down on the lounge, still being comfortable with showing off how his robot fox body being rather...sexy and appealing. Of course as Nick was relaxing himself, Wolfard came over and gave Nick's back a slap. "Even Logan had a bit more decency than that." the wolf officer sighed out disappointed at Nick.

Judy herself giggled a bit seeing someone put Nick into a better place. His expression as well made her laugh during the dark and eerie moment. She didn't stay to jovial for long as she nodded to Nick. It was a surprise, but not without a reason. "I don't think she's lying Nick. She's acting like a stalker is chasing her. She has the weird tattoo on her arm. It's like a snake with a bloody blade. And has weird writing below it. And get this her backer as she said was someone who's more of a loony. Elrond Hubbuck." Judy stated.

"So we need someone who can at least decipher the language of that tattoo. Hmm maybe Logan can help I think he has a girlfriend who's an archaeologist. I think she can help." Nick stated before he rotated his head around, looking at the other direction to see if Logan had arrived for work yet. "Let's go see if he's here yet." Said Nick as he stood up, only to have Wolfard spank him on his metallic rumps.

Judy eyed Wolfard a bit confused, but followed Nick. "Breaking his own rules. I can't blame him though with you." Judy snarked. In the lobby area though Logan looked to be checking in for work, but with that same face he had on after Angie scolded him. Nervous, and over all confused. The saving grace for him was the fact he was in a familiar place. "Just be a normal day. I'll take anything. Anything stupid, or off the wall just give it to me." Logan stated as he listed to the background of visitors mixed with police personal.

Nick upon seeing Logan sighed out as he gripped his rumps where he was spanked by Wolfard before approaching Logan slowly. "Hey Logan, Jude the dude and I just done questioning Bellwether and guess what, she got a tattoo. The cool type." Said Nick with a sarcastic in his tone as he held up the phone of Judy showing Logan a photo Judy got of the tattoo on Bellwether's wrist. "And we think that maybe you can get into contact with your girlfriend to help us translate the writing." Said Nick with a sly grin.

Logan hearing this hadn't seen the photo yet and looked without knowing just what the logo was. "Oh no. I'm not sure if Angie is in the mood right now after i had the treat of falling asleep in a mansion. But whatever let me see-" He stopped though looking at the photo with a more cryptic expresion familiar with a lot of it.

Judy looked at Logan's face as he froze up. She looked around feeling that same paranoid feeling Bellwether had with her. Only it was how Logan reacted to the image. At this point she couldnt tell if someone was indeed watching them. "Uh. what's wrong? Do you know what this means?" Judy said in a concerned voice.

Logan though shuddered a bit looking at the snake that was with a bloody sword. It unnerved him and caused him to recall his trip to Ewegypt. He shook his head out, and nodded to Judy. "Where is Bellwether now ma'am? Still in the interview room? Is she safe?" Logan asked in a more cryptic voice.

Seeing this Judy nodded to him slowly and lowered the phone back to a bag. "Uh yeah. She's scared though since she thinks someone is following her. And the fact she apparently has ties to Elrond Hubbuck." Judy stated.

"Uh yeah we locked her up in a refrigerator. Don't worry it's nuclear bomb shelter qualified." Said Nick in a more sarcastic tone than before as he chuckled at his own pop culture reference before once again being spanked by Wolfard. "Long story short we're holding her in the precinct until further notice. Logan, can I talk to you about that guy in the museum?" Wolfard asked Logan in a strangely frustrated and shy tone that he didn't think possible in the past. "It's about what the guy did to me the other day." Wolfard gritted his teeth as he rubbed his forehead.

Logan nodded looking to Wolfard with a more cautious, and weirded out expression. Logan looked away for a moment and nodded. "Me and him aren't' exactly on the best footing either. Actually we had a falling out that led to more fallouts. Everything has had a fallout in like the last two days." Logan said rubbing his confused head.

Judy tapped his shoulder though and smiled to him warmly. "Well for now it'll be just us to deal with him. We'll keep your name clear you so you can get back to easier work. He's in the museum right?" Judy asked him.

Logan nodded to her and looked back to the phone. "Yeah he is. Him and Angie should know more about that tattoo than i should. Way more context. Way more history than i and blabber out." logan said.

Wolfard nodded to Logan as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Alright that should do it with me. Anyway I'm heading out with Judy and and Nick if you want to come along." Wolfard stated to Logan as he stretched himself out and snapped some of the bones in his body. "Hard to believe I can still do that even now." The wolf officer commented as he twist his arms before moving to the parking lot of Precinct 1.

However, little did they know, the precinct was being observed from afar by Romano Valetti, it would seem that hospital bills have been footed for him and he was now on a balcony of a restaurant from across the road observing the precinct with a pair of binoculars. He had his cell phone on his right paw while sitting down by a table. "I hope that the expenses I went through covers your medical contract. You think you can pull this off?" The caller asked Romano who in turn made a nonchalant huff.

"Don't worry, I can take care of this contrarre. Just make sure the money is on time and in cash, no more no less. I trust you have that special something I want?" He asked the caller who gave a sigh to him. "Yeah I do just get it done." The call was hung up and Romano was left to see the sight of Logan and Wolfard exiting the precinct with Judy and Nick.

Logan seems to be behind the group while he wore a pain of black shades offer his eyes. Not like him to normally wear something like this, but it seems to only hide half of the weird expression he had on his face. Judy noticed Logan's odd behaviors and looked to the picture she had taken of the tattoo and wondered to herself what could it mean that would cause both Logan and a former rival to start such a fuss. "So i assume the symbol means something really bad right?" Judy asked.

Logan nodded totally unaware he was being stalked by someone he just saw go to the hospital. He defeated a bit walking. "Yeah. Real bad. You'll see what I mean when I get it translated." Logan said as Judy hopped into one of the precinct cars.

As they drove away from the precinct, Logan and Wolfard were in the front seats while Judy and Nick were in the passenger seats, as they went past the city's busy streets and neighborhood, they came up to the museum parking lot where Judy saw the lack of vehicles and even school buses rather troubling.

As far as the public know, the museum was in repair and reorganization but the lack of construction crew or other scaffoldings made things rather suspicious. "Does this guy even want to keep up his facade?" Wolfard asked rhetorically as he exited the car. "Uh yeah about that, whoever he is, is he rich?" Nick asked in a lazy manner as he followed the group inside.

Once they were inside, they found the atrium to be decorated with a statue of Alexander the Great with the Greek title of Megas Alexandros, sculpted out of marble and chalk in true Ancient Greek fashion. The figure of an idealized Alexander, a lion in Macedonian armor with his sword in paw roaring to lead an army of sheeps against a titanic foe. Judy and co can see that there were also various signs leading around the museum to exhibition wings with all sorts of artifacts dating back to ancient time, these were apparently recently unearthed and imported.

Judy's eyes widened a bit seeing the ancient relics and artifacts. She didn't think this museum in particular was rich, or even wealthy enough to afford so many different artifacts. "Yeah. No kidding Wolfard. Not sure what he's trying to set up, but this stuff looks too real. Because it is real. Also he looks to be a fan of ancient Greece. I think at least." Judy said. Logan looked over to her frankly surprised he was the only one without a true grasp of history.

"Wow okay he IS rich." Said Nick as his jaw dropped at the sight of the statue. "Can I be of service?" The voice of Anubis asked them from the second floor, this caught their attention as he was seen coming down from the staircase towards them in a rather ominous manner. Logan and Wolfard can see that Anubis himself was dressed in a grey and tan suits with a black tie on his neck.

"I am Ahmed, curator of the museum." He spoke in a rather formal tone, the way he spoke however strike to mind a nobleman of old. "Oh uh well Carrots, this guy sounds like a ladies killer than a curator to me." Nick quipped to Judy as he glanced up at the tall and rather manly Jackal Anubis appeared to be.

What Nick however said had some truth to it as Judy both heard Anubis's mainly, and Arabic voice. Just blushed gawing at the imposing sze of the jackal. "Oh wow. Judy Hopps of the ZPD." She shook her head getting back to her senses. "We're here to business. Some question we need answered. Is ms uh…" Judy looked back to Logan.

Logan himself was surprised Anubis was still going through with the fake identity still. His eyes went to Wolfard forgetting he was even being referred to. He looked back at Judy realizing he was to answer here. "Oh uh. Her last name is Flufferson." Logan looked back to Anubis though and kept with the secret identity as long as he could. "Yeah Ahmed is Angie here? We found… Something she, or you could recognize." Logan said in a more casual voice before his face for a split second showed more of a serious foreboding look to it as he looked to Judy. He even send to mouth the words, "It's serious" to Anubis with a more urgent look.

Anubis nodded to them as he gestured for them to followed him. "Very well, if it is urgency that drives you, then let me be the vehicle to use that fuel. Follow me, y'allah." He spoke out in Arabic, reinforcing the facade he was playing. He led the quartet out to the back of the museum where Angie was seen sitting by a table inspecting one of vase found on the island of Crete.

It had a porcelain quality to it that's rare to find nowadays with the painting of Minoans maritime life and dolphins swimming in the ocean. "Angie, there's someone here to meet you, said that need your help with something." Anubis stated to Angie who turned to the group and smiled to them in a more professional manner. "Oh what kind I do for you?" She asked them and stood up from her work place.

Judy herself stepped forwards and presented herself to Angie. "Ms. Flufferson. Or ?" Judy asked looking back at logan. He shook his head though to her. "Not yet." Logan said awkwardly. Judy looked back to Angie though, and flipped through her phone."Well Logan tells us something important about this odd tattoo we found imbedded in someone you probably heard of. And more than likely hate what god reason. Bellwether. We were doing an interview of her to find out what's got her so riled recently. She showed me this and told me something about having ties to Preytology leader Elrond a look at this tattoo she has." Judy lifted the glowing screen of her cell phone to present what she found on Bellwether. It was the same inscribed Tattoo she has no real idea of or the story behind it. Logan however took his sunglasses off showing his distressed face to Anisge clearly knowing she'd give the best answer to them.

Angie upon seeing the image of the tattoo was visibly frightened, if not disturbed by its appearance, even Logan himself can see that Anubis was taken aback by the sight of it. "It's...Demotic writing, a common alphabet for Egyptian language especially the Ancient language prior to Arab conquests. It says…'He who conquers pantheons, he who screams storms and scourges, come forth and rain death indiscriminate.' It's a motto of a death cult, a Cult of He-who-must-not-be-named." Said Angie with a grim and disturbed tone. Almost like she was speaking of the Armageddon itself.

Judy however squinted to the fact Angie never mentioned a specific name. It was unnerving to her, but she could decipher some things on her own. "So like they are worshiping some type of higher power? I though Elrond was coo-coo crazy, but not worshiping demons cazy. Or whatever this is. Any reason you aren't saying its name though?" Judy asked.

Logan to this looked over to Anubis. "Yeah this is what I was afraid of. This is giving me only more reason to hate this b- bitch." Logan said dwelling on Bellwether.

"We...don't speak of his name often. Apep, or Apophis in Greek. The Snake of chaos and doom. He is the God of Eternal Darkness and Chaos and he wishes nothing but absolute wanton destruction." Said Anubis as he sighed out looking at the image of Apep tattoo on Bellwether's wrist, it was clear that the former Assistance Mayor herself had signed up for a cult of doomsday proponents and insane demon worshipping.

"How do you know so much about this? Wait you're a curator so you gotta know." Said Nick with a shrug to himself before looking back down at Judy. "You know Carrots I have a feeling that maybe Bellwether is in bigger trouble than we thought, how about we move her to a safe and secured place?" Nick asked Judy, apparently hinting at a safehouse for Witness Protection Programs.

"That's what I'm thinking Nick. I don't like any of this. Logan do you mind escorting us. You seem kind of familiar with this type of issue." Judy said putting her phone away seeing the image unnerved several people there. She felt suddenly unnerved herself Though she didn't know why. Was it the fact there was an underground world that worshiped things she herself had no real idea of, or the fact there could be some type of power her mind could not possibly fathom.

Logan though nodded to her and looked back up to Angie. "I might be home late again babe. Sorry. I'll pick up some food, and make you breakfast." Logan said kissing Angie's cheek. Though he whispered into her ear something else. "Looks like we are saving the day again. Seeya though." Logan said in a more confident tone before turning back to his superior officers.