Frosthowler and Nick arrived at the docks. The cool breeze of the night winds made Shep's fur fluffier as he shivered and shook his body. The docks were full of fishing boats as far as the eye can see. The only thing making noise was the trashy old car the duo arrived in. Shepherd stopped the car in the front of a yard full of shipping containers and took out his phone.

"This should be the spot. Jack, what now?"

"Yeah, Shorty is supposed to be in some area with a lot of abandoned shipping containers, probably hiding around inside a green one last time I talked to him. I think the container had writing on it that said 'Greenwald' and it was crossed out. Look for a small beige fox, not Nick of course."

"Got it. I'll call you back when we find the guy."

Shepherd and Nick found the aforementioned container a few minutes later, alongside dozens more containers. Nick was surprised that the container was merely a gate. A stench forced itself on Nick as he gagged in disgust. What Shepherd and Nick stumbled upon was actually a hobo haven. Both saw several mammals camping around in the containers, using it as their makeshift homes while other slept and sat on the ground with only cloth tents or a small towel to sleep on. As Nick stared into the abyss of the broken mammals' eyes, they stared right back at him and send a shiver down his spine. He placed his paw by his tranquilizer for safe measure.

"My goodness. I guess these mammals' lives were destroyed terribly enough that they don't even try to ask for help from the government. Stay REAL close to me, Nick."

As they searched around, Shep can't help but notice that eyeballs were looking at Nick and him. Past a pit of hobos circling a fire, Nick catched a glimpse of a small beige fox in the distance.

"Shep, there he is. Come on." Nick ran into the maze-like structure of the mammals living in the middle.

Just as Nick reached the northeastern part of the camp where he saw the fox at, a boar pops out of a wall and aims his shotgun at Nick, freezing him in place.

"Take one more step and I'll blow your goddamn brains out." The boar was muscular and wearing a tank top. He has scars all over his arm and six tally marks on his right shoulder.

"I told you to stay close, Nick."

"Relax buddy, I'm here with this kid. We're with Big and we gotta see Shorty now."

"Big? THE Big mafia? Please! You two look like a pair of marshmallows. Get out of here." Shep sighed took out his radio and contacted Jack. Not soon after, Shepherd held the radio at the boar's face. "Hey Bucky, it's Jack. These guys are part of the mafia. Now let them go already, baconbutt." Jack spoke over the radio.

"Huh. Okay, follow me."

Bucky led the duo to a green container, exactly how Jack described it earlier. Bucky knocked on the metal door.

"Hey, Shorty. You got a couple of mammals who wanna see you. Mafia goons."

"Gotcha. Bring 'em to me, Bucky. I'll deal with these guys." Shorty replied.

Nick heard a swift whir pass beside him then a metal bang. He looked at Bucky the boar beside him and saw his chest bleeding from a fresh wound near his heart. A hole was also created in the ground in front of him, and luckily missed Nick's head.

"Shit, we got Blood Fangs!" Shepherd whipped out his pistol and dragged Nick behind the stone wall.

"Nick, just stay behind me. I'm not gonna let you get killed."

Shepherd came out of cover and fired his pistol. Nick spotted an assassin ducking back to cover behind a stone wall near the middle of the camp. Mammals caught in the crossfire scattered. Some other armed mammals tried shooting the assassin as well, but the hobos were always in their lines of sight.

While Shepherd kept on firing, Nick sneaked around the tents, hoping to flank and subdue the assassin. Through the containers filled with frightened hobos hugging the walls and the puddles of stagnant rainwater, Nick was in a short distance of the killer. He aimed the tranquilizer gun at the shooter's head, but all of a sudden an explosion rocked the container and literally vaporized the assassin. Nick looked back at Shepherd and alongside him was a small figure holding an RPG.

"Nick?! What the hell are you doing up there?! I told you to stay behind me! Get your ass back here!"

Nick jumped off the container and ran back to Shepherd.

"Nick, that was incredibly stupid but we'll talk about that later. For now, I want you to meet Shorty."

Nick looked at the figure holding the RPG as it dropped the weapon. Nick instantly recognized the small fox.

"Finnick?"

"It's been a while, kid."

"You two know each other?" Shepherd looked at Nick, whose mouth was agape in awe. "Oooookay, I'll let you two catch up. I'll go take care of poor Bucky over there."

"Kid, what happened? Why are you here?"

"I'm part of the Big mafia now. I'm doing so that I can keep my mother safe, but I gotta do them a few favors so I can see her again. And you?"

"To put it simply, Bucky over there was just one of my most trusted men. I'm the leader of this gang. Welcome to the Saharan Saviors. Come." Finnick walked with Nick inside a big tent and asked him to sit in a wooden chair in front of his table, which was littered with papers and ledgers.

"Saharan Saviors? And what do you guys do exactly?"

"We know that the Zootopian Government has been corrupted by the Blood Fangs. These mammals lived in Sahara Square before I was even born. The government took their homes away from them and replaced it with casinos, nightclubs and hotels. Now, it's a shithole where rich idiots bet their life away to a bunch of greedy bastards that would rather fill their pockets with money than return their homes."

"So you're starting an uprising? But why did I meet you in the alley 8 years ago?"

"Funny how time flies so fast, huh? That day, I was a 5-year member of this gang on a simple mission: find out why the Blood Fangs were sending out a bunch of guns and men towards The Meadowlands. Turns out my snooping was noticed by the mafia and I saved their territory without even knowing it."

"And why did the mafia chased and grabbed you?"

"I, uh, shot some of them and two SUVs down when I tried to escape from their 'gratitude'. Luckily, the mammals I shot survived. What about you? What made you join these guys?"

"Nick crossed his arms and looked down on the ground.

"I have to protect the one person in my life: my mom. It's strange considering how they didn't let me meet with her yet."

"Seems like your mom knows something they wanna know. Don't worry. I'm sure they won't hurt her. The Big mafia's pretty big on family."

"Shorty, we got panicked civvies out here. You mind calming them down?" The radio on the table buzzed.

"Nick, I guess that shooting lesson's gonna be delayed. Come on and help me calm down those mammals outside." Finnick wore his sunglasses and ventured back to the refuge.

Nick happily obliged.