A Father Figure

by TheConcernedF0X

An AU story. Pregnant at 16 and no father to speak of Vivian Wilde is forced to raise her son Nicholas alone. Until one day a fox by the name of Jack Hunter finds little Nicholas outside crying by a dumpster wearing a familiar uniform. Crime, drama, romance, suspense, the list goes on. Follow this happier AUs journey as Nick gets the father he never had. Rated M for violence/fluff

2. Prologue Part Two: Jack's Revenge

Ok ladies and gentlemen here's the second installment of my story A Father Figure. Prologue Part 2: Jack's Revenge. Apologies in advance for this long author note.

This will be LONG, probably more than double the size just in the effort to get it out of the way. Time lapses, perspective shifts, etc. It will be so long In fact that if you want to give your eyes a rest I'd suggest doing it during the time lapses that will be in this chapter. Not all of my chapters will be super long like this, probably just for the prologue but who knows it may change.

By the way David Badgerton's voice is Hugh Jackman's voice. So you can imagine that in your head when David speaks, and Jack's young voice can be however you interpret it. Older Jack is the same as with most of the other characters I bring in.

Also, I did warn you I was going dark places with Jack in this story. There's always dark before the light. Can't have him be this perfect thing now can I? This story is about healing for the Wildes (oops did I type that!?) after all besides being a happier AU for nick. anyways, brace yourselves because it's about to get a whole lot darker! Mwahahaha!

Please read and review, also! I need beta readers! PM me if interested!

Also be patient, this is my first inscursion into writing and there will be a lot of grammer and spelling mistakes. So sometimes if you see updates it's just me fixing stuff I missed. So sorry in advance if I get your hopes up on updates, remember to look at the number of chapters to avoid disappointment!

P.s. everything I write will be in third person with perspective shifts focusing back and forth on different characters and their thoughts. This can occur multiple times in a chapter and will almost always happen at least once a chapter. There will also be paragraphs mixed in that are entirely narrative to help out on things and move them along. In case you were wondering yes there are Easter eggs. Also I call the country Zootopia is in Mammilia (not Europe based)

Now that that's all out of the way lets get into it.

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Prologue Part Two: Jack's Revenge

Jack knew the Badger was there. He had heard the library door breaking, he smelled the Badger when it got halfway into the building, he heard it glide up the steps, and he heard it stop at the door. Jack decided he wouldn't give away the fact that he knew that Badger was there, no, because he also knew the Badger was armed with a gun. He had smelled the oil from it when the Bader had reached the top of the steps so Jack was just content to wait and see just what the Badger would do. He didn't even bother to attempt to cover his plans on the wall to his left, he didn't want to risk his advantage. Although Jack regretted that decision now because even if the Bagder didn't try to kill him, which lets face it, there's a fox squatting where it used to live and seemed to help itself to everything; regardless of that Jack knew he would have to kill the Badger. It wasn't looking at the wall at the moment, but it was only a matter of time.

He was saddened at the fact, this Badger didn't do anything wrong to deserve his coming death, but Jack COULD NOT allow this Badger to turn him into the authorities. So the Badger had to die. Thinking further on what his plan was Jack decided to keep reading the book in front of him (it's topic being security systems). He had the knife he found in the safe of all places right beside him on the desk well within reach, sharpened to the point where it could pierce metal like butter, he knew that because he had tried, but at the same time he knew he couldn't reach the Badger quick enough to stab him before being pumped full of lead.

Throwing the knife was out of the question too, the margin of missing greatly outweighed the margin of hitting his intended target. Then it clicked, if he used the knife as a distraction by throwing it into the wall he could get close enough to get the gun out of the Badger's paws and into his. With his plan set he decided to keep reading and wait for the Badger (who had yet to do anything) make the first move. After about 5 or 6 minutes of waiting patiently and reading Jack began to wonder if the Badger had somehow fallen asleep standing up or something, and he had just finished reading the book in front of him, so he took the opportunity of placing the book at feet and quickly glanced at the Badger. "Standard male Badger if not a bit tall for his species. Beady brown eyes, slight greying around his muzzle, probably mid to late fourites. Black button up tucked into tan slacks, gun is a Berreta 9mm Badger Special. Should fit into my paws easy enough." After Jack had gathered all of that information in the time it took to flop the book onto the pile, he went back to patiently waiting for the right moment and it came when the Badger sighed.

*Perspective Shift*

In the time it took David Badgerton to blink the fox was out of the chair and David's own knife was hurtling towards him. The knife embedded itself into the wall on his right all the way to the hilt, and when David turned to look at the knife in the wall he relaized he had just made a big mistake. A red blur slammed directly into his chest the second he looked away from the fox sending David sliding out of the doorway and straight into the railings three feet back, the railings groaned in protest but luckily held. Before David had time to contemplate or say anything a black furred fist slammed into the underside of his muzzle HARD, followed immediately after by another black furred fist slamming into the right side of his face, HARD. Insticnt had David lifting the gun while simultaneously clicking the safety off before remembering that he was to help this fox not put a bullet into it.

That slight delay cost David dearly. Another fist crashed into his muzzle followed immediately after by the gun in his paw being wrenched from his grip and skittering several feet to the left almost going down the steps leading to the library. "Damn this youngster can hit hard." *another punch lands on the badger's face "Not to mention a young fox at that. But why is he attacking me? Hmm, well he could have mistaken me flicking the safety off instead of on, but that can't be the only reason. Ah I know what it is, if I was him I'd do anything in my power to see these plans through and stay out of jail until they're done. This is probably why he's trying to kill me." With his thoughts sorted David was ready to assure the fox that he wasn't going to kill him or turn him in but, another punch, this time a left jab to the gut was landed by the fox. "Ok that's it playtimes over, time to teach this youngster some manners and to respect his elders. Then I'll help the furry red bastard." David blocked the next jab made by the fox and countered with a uppercut, jab, and hook combo. *uppercut lands good snapping the fox's head back, jab nails fox's abdomen causing the fox to make a oomph sound, hook ducked under.* David immediately followed the hook with a knee strike nailing the fox directly in the nose causing it to bleed, but instead of being knocked over by the strike like David intended the fox instead rolled with the backward momentum and immediately launched back into the fight with a leaping punch.

All of this occurred in about 45 seconds leaving David with a decent welt forming on his right cheek, a minor bloody nose, and a bruise forming on his stomach. The fox fared pretty much the same, a bruise on his abdomen, a bloody nose, and a small cut on his chin. The leaping punch was easily blocked followed by David sweeping the fox's legs from under it, but before a David could do any follow up the fox quickly shot a foot out catching David's left knee before rolling away from the retaliation punch before seemingly deciding to switch tactics. The young tod took up a boxing stance with his left hand resting lower for jabs and his right hand higher for punches and defense. The tod also was shifting back and forth like any boxer would, but David knew that this young fox had zero experience fighting another mammal, sure he could practice on the punching bag all day but the bag didn't hit back.

David smirked at the fox because he could box all day, back when he was still in the military David had even held a belt for about a year. So David knew he now had the upper paw. The fox narrowed it's eyes at him as David smirked and he couldn't resist saying to the fox, "oh you wanna dance do ya? Ok let's dance!" This worked just how David planned as a snarl took over the young tod's muzzle and he started his attack. Though it wasn't very long before the tod was on the defensive though, learning very quickly that David could box proverbial circles (and literal ones) around him. The fox kept up his attempt of fighting David boxing style, which the fox was losing very poorly at only occasionally landing a punch, for about two minutes before deciding to cut it's losses and shift to a simple martial arts stance. Shaking his head slightly David knew he had the fox beat, the young tod was panting hard and was sporting cuts, welts, and bruises all over it's body; so David decided the fox had learned his lesson and finished the fight by sweeping the fox's protruding leg. The fox hit the floor hard and David moved to stand slightly over top the fox, but before David could even get a word out he saw a victorious glint in the tod's eyes and the fox smiled victoriously at him, planted it's feet on the nearest railing and pushed itself back...right towards the gun.

*Perspective shift*

The whole time Jack was fighting the Badger he was working towards his end goal. He knew that the Badger was ex-military and therefore probably be well versed in boxing so he shifted to a boxing stance on purpose to gain the Badger's confidence. During the whole bout Jack was subtly shifting the fight so his back was facing the Badger's forgotten gun. He knew he could never beat the Badger in a fist fight even if the Badger was drunk off it's ass, so he took the beating the Badger was doling out as long as it meant he could get to that gun and end it. The only mistake Jack had made in the entire fight was wrenching the gun out of the Badger's grasp and sending it skittering away. He'd only meant to disarm him so he could quickly put two rounds in his chest before finsihing it with a single round to the head. He wasn't worried about authorities showing up, gunshots were more common than laughter in Happytown so they almost never showed up; and if they did it was to load up the bodies if they were in the open, do a token investigation and then promptly leave. So no that wasn't a worry of his, neither was cleaning up the mess because the library already had all the necessary cleaning equipment. His only worry was the Badger discovering just what exactly he was doing but it never did.

When the Badger sweeped Jack's leg out from under him he was internally leaping for joy, because his plan had worked. Jack couldn't help smiling victoriously at the Badger before pushing himself off the nearest railing and sliding right towards the gun. Jack stuck his right arm out and grabbed the pistol immediately shifting to a siting position while still sliding and taking aim at the Badger. The Badger was already darting towards the open doorway of the "office" so Jack quickly fired off four rounds while sliding and trying to lead properly only managing to graze one of the Badger's arms with one round before the Badger dove through the entryway into the apartment, slamming the door to it immediately after. Jack stopped sliding just inches from the stairs and quickly shifted to a crouched position before firing two more rounds putting them through the apartment walls. Perking his ears all the way up Jack listened for the tell tale signs of a mammal dying while simultaneously getting his breathing under control to stop panting (he wasn't a fan of panting.) After only a few seconds Jack heard the Badger's breathing and curising under it's breath about "stupid red furred bastards" and something about shaving Jack's tail. At that Jack was sorely tempted to chance walking into the apartment or firing more rounds through the wall but got the urge under control.

Quickly checking the chamber and magazine Jack counted six rounds left which he knew was plenty, because it only took one placed in the right spot to drop any mammal like a sack of potatoes. Jack also observed that the bullets were marked M9mm, rembering what he had read in the books he knew that the capital m stood for "Medium Mammal." Pretty much every variant of ammunition had two configurations, Medium Mammal and Large Mammal, the difference between the two was that Meidum Mammal rounds were the regular bullets and the Large Mammal rounds were very unique. Large Mammal rounds were made unique because of the simple fact that certain mammals couldn't be easily put down with regular ammunition, and the guns made specifically for taking out large mammals were made for large mammals so any other trying to wield them were liable to blowing their own arms off from the kick. Sure there were tranquilizers but those still required multiple darts and the darts made for large mammals were only accessible for the ZPD, and therefore useless unless a mammal just so happens to have an officer nearby. So a company by the name of Phelps Arms designed a bullet that once fired, separated into several pieces while still being connected by a thin, high strength metal wire. This caused the rounds to leave considerably larger holes in large mammals without the draw back of the kick breaking the mammal firing, they were widely successful and quickly universally sold.

Breaking from his thought process and shaking his head while mentally shelfing that interesting topic for later Jack tuned his full focus back to the Badger inside the apartment. First thing he heard was the sound of the knife he threw being withdrawn from the wall while the Badger muttered "this is mine anyway...Wow, damn fox really sharpened this thing." Followed after a moment by, "I wonder if there's a med kit round here still." Jack heard the Badger shuffling around opening and closing drawers looking for said mentioned med kit. After about a minute of this Jack decided to break the silence by yelling out "under the sink and to the left!" Followed quickly by "although it won't do you much good! You still have to die, even if you weren't intending to shoot me you saw the wall and my plans! I can't let you turn me in, I won't let you. So just come out now and I'll make it quick I promise! Just know I didn't want to have to do this, you just forced my paw."

*Perspective shift*

David almost jumped out of his fur when the fox spoke. He had been looking for the med kit he remembered keeping somewhere in the apartment to stitch up the graze wound on his upper left arm whilst keeping one ear and eye on the door he had slammed closed. Shifting slightly and opening the left cabinet under the sink David was surprised to find the med kit siting there "huh, the kid wasn't lying. But how in blazes did he even hear me? Not to mention why tell me?" David was startled from his thoughts when the young tod's voice broke through the silence once more imploring him just to come out and take his death like a male. "Damn that was pretty blunt, translation: mammal up, stop being a pussy and die like a male. The kid doesn't even sound scared bout' takin' a life, but he does sound geniune in the fact he doesn't want to kill me. Hmm, I'll try and make small talk with the kid while I stitch this damn wound up. Maybe it'll calm him down some and then I can talk him out of putting a bullet in my skull." With his course decided David opened his maw to speak.

*Perspective shift*

"So kid what's your name?" Jack was utterly surprised by this seemingly out of the blue question, so much so that he didn't even formulate a response; he just sat there crouched, head tilted slightly in confusion and mouth slightly agape with his left eyebrow raised. He was utterly dumbfounded at this turn of events. After not answering the question for a bit the Bagder went ahead and spoke again, "it's Jack ain't it? Jack Hunter? I see this picture of Mrs. Hunter, and she has those beautiful sea foam green eyes, same as you. So you must be her son Jack eh?" Just thinking about his mother and father tears began to prick at the corners of Jack's eyes. Blinking them away and swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat Jack harshly answered back "Do NOT speak of my mother! Don't even look at her photo! You don't really care! No one does!" Barely a moment passed before the Badger replied "you might just he surprised kid. I am sorry about your parents, I never knew them but they seem like they were good mammals... how did they die?" Slightly shocked by the Badger's relply Jack swallowed the lump again and said "they...were stabbed...dad was shot too..they were left to bleed out and die just the same as me...I just got lucky."

Towards the end of Jack's reply he had gotten choked up a little and a few tears managed to escape his eyes. The Badger seemed to had sensed Jack distress and shifted the conversation for which Jack was internally grateful for. "My names David by the way kid, David Badgerton...you know you're pretty big for a fox, especially at your age." At that statement Jack smiled slightly and said "really? I hadn't noticed." David chuckled hearltly and quickly replied "ok yeah I walked into that one, just trying to make conversation. How old are ya kid?" ... "I'm six." ... "Ah six, you're really young then wow...You look twelve." Jack's head which had gone back to its regular position instantly tilted again followed by Jack smiling and replying "again thank you captain obvious." ... "Oh come on kid cut me some slack here, this has turned into a very weird day for me. Anyways...this is quite the impressive amount of books here, must be at least forty...how long have you been here exactly?" Thinking for a moment Jack answered "two weeks." ... "two weeks!? Sweet mother! There's no way you've read all of these books!" Frowning slightly he replied "I haven't, I've read 41 out of 42." ... "oh come on kid quit pulling my leg how is that even possible! Some of these are over a 1000 pages!" At that one of Jack's eyebrows raised up again followed by "I read super fast." ... "well that's obvious kid! But even if you read 10,000 words a minute you still wouldn't have been able to read all of these! Let alone remember it all!" Now Jack was getting a little offended. "I remember everything I've read! Everything!" ... "yeah kid sure, now I know your pulling my leg." Jack growled a little at David's reply and quickly belted out "I can prove it! Pick any book there and a page and I can recite it word for word!"

So naturally David decided to accept this challenge and grabbed a book out from the bottom of the stack on the desk and picked a page more towards the middle. "Okay kid, book is The Complete Catalogue and Histories of Knives, page 274." Sorting through his mental database and pulling up the book and page number Jack noted it was the page on the Karambit, a knife Jack found himself fascinated with. Clearing his throat a little Jack recited the entire page as promised, word for word. The process was repeated several more times and each time as soon as Jack pulled the book from his mental database he recited the page selected word for word. Finally David gave up trying to disprove Jack and began to believe him. "Ok kid so you weren't lying. But how the hell is this even possible!? Also you still haven't fully explained how you managed to read all of these in two weeks!" After a pause Jack began explaining, "Well I've always remembered everything I've read. Not only that but everything I've heard, seen, smelled, I guess you can say in my case I really do remember anything." After a slight pause Jack added a little dejectedly "It also means I haven't forgotten anything, and maybe never will no matter how hard I try." After this Jack sighed and then continued with his explanation, "mommy and daddy did always say I was special, at first I thought they meant it on the way that other parents say their kits are special, but I've realized what they really were saying now...I think it's some kind of rare medical thing, but all the medical books that are there that I've read haven't mentioned anything similar to what I have. So I don't know what it is."

After about a minute of practically dead silence David finally replied. "Wow...that's just incredible kid. Your parents weren't lying you ARE a special kit. Now super brain set aside how have you read all of these books so quickly other than reading them fast?" At this question Jack got a little nervous and shifted his left paw off the gun (which had never waviered from the door throughout the entire conversation, Jack had not moved at all) and rubbed the scar on his neck and sheepishly answered in sort of a quiet voice "I didn't, no, I don't sleep." ... "say that again kid." ... "I don't sleep." ... "and pray tell why don't you sleep Jack? Not sleeping isn't good for you." Finally sagging from his crouched postion Jack promptly flopped into a sitting position, crossed his legs, placed the gun on his right thigh with his paw still on it with the barrel still facing towards the door, and curled his tail around himself. Looking down a little dejectedly Jack replied "nightmares." Sighing deeply he continued "they're bad, vivid, and constant. Part of remembering everything is the price that when you dream everything is in such clarity you feel as if you are back at those worst moments in your life. I may be six years old but I'd wager I've seen and experienced way more trauma than even you...and you're a old veteran. Every bad thing I've seen and has happened to me comes back whenever I close my eyes...forced to relive my darkest moments every night. It's like some sort of hell loop I can't escape no matter how hard I try. I have no happy dreams and no nights were I haven't dreamt at all. Not anymore. Just nightmare after nightmare. Once I reached my first year at that awful place Honorhall I decided that if I just didn't sleep, that I wouldn't have to relive those moments over and over again...The first night I came here I risked trying to sleep, the last time I had slept had been 11 months, and since I was out of that dreadful place I figured maybe I wouldn't have any nightmares, I was so very wrong. So now I won't make that mistake again...besides not sleeping doesn't seem to bother me, no adverse affects. I took up meditation while at the orphanage, maybe that's why. I also drink straight black coffee every morning and bought certain supplements meant to help nocturnal mammals function better during the day time so they don't have to drink a lot of caffeine. They work too thankfully, coffee is icky."

*Perspective shift*

David wiped the few tears that had fallen off of his cheeks. He thought the poor kit had it rough before, he was now convinced that the young tod was probably the most traumatized mammal he had ever met, and the tod was only six. Six! He had veteran buddies that had severe cases of PTSD but even they didn't compare to the poor fox. Little Jack had sounded so sullen and dejected when he had explained why he didn't sleep to David, and he couldn't help but feel guilty for making him explain that. So David decided to risk something and hopefully change the subject back to lighter stuff before offering to help the young tod. He put away the med kit as he was done with it and had been for awhile, he looked at his watch as he did that and noted they had been talking for about 15 minutes. With that done he took the knife that he had placed right above him and walked the very short distance to the desk and promptly placed the knife back in its sheathe. He then while still holding the knife walked to the door, opened it, and tossed the sheathed knife towards the young tod while keeping his head and most of his body still inside the apartment. He kept his body in the same position to see if Jack would shoot him while the knife skittered along the floor and going past, at least he assumed, past the fox and tumbling down the stairs.

Staying in the exact same postion for about 30 seconds longer David waited to see if Jack would shoot him. When Jack didn't, David assumed that it hopefully meant that Jack wouldn't outright shoot him if he walked out the door. So David took the plunge and fully stepped into Jack's field of view and promptly sat down with his back on the door frame, right leg stretched out, left knee up with his left arm resting on top of it and his paw hanging loosely so it didn't obstruct his view of the young tod. The tod as he was doing this was sitting slightly slumped but sat up completely straight when David came into view. The young fox was sitting legs crossed with his tail curled around him, David also noted the gun was resting on Jack's right thigh with the barrels positioning having it aiming just above his head. Jack's tail was puffed out in surprise and David also noticed the small tear tracks and little bit of redness under the tod's eyes. Jack's head tilted ever so slightly in confusion but otherwise did or said nothing. David waited just looking into Jack's eyes for about a minute, watching in slight amusment as Jack's head tilted more and more in confusion till it reached the point of full tilt before thinking of something to say to lighten and restart the conversation up. After settling on a topic David opened his maw to speak.

*Perspective shift*

Jack was shocked when he heard the door open, he had been looking at the ground with a few more tears tracking down his face when he heard it open. His tail puffed out in alarm and he fully expected to see David coming out to take adavantage of his vulnerability. What he wasn't expecting was to see the knife he had thrown into the wall as a distraction come flying out of the apartment in it's sheathe and go skittering past him and down the stairs. Jack followed the knife's path and turned back towards the door after it began to tumble down the stairs. When he turned back Jack noted that David had his arm and some of his body still outside the doorway and immediately decided against taking advantage of that and shooting him, heck he wasn't even sure if was gonna shoot him anymore either.

He was utterly dumbfounded when after a few moments David came fully into view and quickly sat down facing Jack looking him right in his sea foam green eyes. Jack tilted his head slightly in confusion and was also sorely tempted to wipe the tear tracks off of his face but decided against it. Jack's head slowly tilted more and more as the seconds ticked by with David just staring at him as until he couldn't tilt it any further. Jack was tempted to say something but decided to wait for David to speak first, and after a whole minute of David staring at him he finally spoke. "By the way kid I'm not old, I'm only 45." If Jack's head could tilt anymore it would probably snap off and roll on the floor, so instead he raised an eyebrow slightly. Quickly thinking up a reply Jack said with slight amusement "That is old!" David snorted a little before retorting "sure pup maybe to you!"

They bantered back and forth for another good fifteen minutes before it seemed David decided to wrap things up, after all the mood had improved greatly, also during the banter he noticed Jack flip the safety on the handgun. The topic they were currently bantering back and forth over was coffee. "I still think it's yucky!" David scoffed at that and replied "it's probably because you bought the wrong kind boy! I'm telling you kid one cup of black goodness from Snarlbucks and you'll be hooked on the stuff like the rest of the nocturnal mammals in this city!" Jack snorted at that and relpiled "If you say so Mr. Badgerton. If you say so." David didn't know why but during their banter Jack had shifted to more formal and polite by calling him Mr. Badgerton; and if it wasn't for the fact there was still his handgun resting on the tod's lap and the fact that he knew his story David would think he was talking to a regular six year old fox. But regardless he knew it was time to wrap this up, it was getting late, they both hadn't eaten, Jack needed to get cleaned up (he had stopped bleeding from the cuts caused by the fight awhile ago but all of if that didn't drip to the floor dried on his fur matting it) Jack also needed to put on new clothes (the blue jeans he had been wearing were badly torn and he was still shirtless) and the walls and library door weren't going to repair themselves, not to mention David still hadn't told Jack he wasn't going to turn him but instead help him by training him.

Jack sensed the nice bantering conversation drawing to a close. He didn't know what was gonna happen next but he suspected that Mr. Badgerton wasn't going to turn him in. After all Mr. Badgerton could have already called the authorities when he fled into the apartment, Mr. Badgerton could have done a lot of things by now, so yes, Jack was confident that Badgerton wouldn't turn him in or kill him for that matter. But other than that he was clueless as to what was gonna happen next.

A steady silence grew between them before Badgerton cleared his throat and then spoke. "Look kid, I'm pretty sure by now you've realized that I ain't gonna kill you, that was never on the table. I had planned to beat the crap out of the mammal that had decided to take over my library but when I saw just exactly who moved in I also decided I wasn't gonna beat the snot out them, you, either. But of course that planned changed when a certain someone's black furred fists slammed into me a couple of times. So I shelved what I was planning to do to teach you a lesson, and before you go on apologizing I don't blame you for attacking me at all, no. Heck I would have done the same damn thing if I was you since you got those plans on the wall...So get up kid and go get yourself cleaned up, then I'll take a look at those wounds I put on ya, hopefully none of them will need stitches I pulled my punches best I could...anyways, after that I'll go get us some grub while you clean up round here and after we eat I'll fix the door I broke. Now before you go asking why I'm doing all of this I'll answer it now. I'm going to help you kid, I'm going to train you, I'm gonna teach you everything I know so you can get your revenge. It's gonna be a long road kid, and it's not gonna be easy. But at the end of it you'll be ready to take your revenge and get your justice...and one more thing... Don't call me Mr. Badgerton. After everything that's happened it's just weird kid. So call me David unless we're training then it's Sir. Now you can of course refuse all of this and if you do I'll just leave, you can even keep my knife and gun. So, don't say anything. Just shake your head yes or no, do you want my help?"...Jack nodded.

*six years later*

Jack was ready. It had been six long years but in his eyes he was finally ready. David was true to his word and taught him everything he knew, and what he didn't know, he called in favors from old military buddies or straight up friends to come and teach Jack. Jack of course taught himself a great many things as well, sometimes having David go out and purchase things to help Jack learn it but other wise self taught. Standing and looking in a full body mirror Jack could hardly recognize himself. He had matured greatly and grown much making him look to be in his early twenties and not the age of 12 he really was. He was twice the height, now over the average size of a full grown fox (foxes, like most mammals on average reached their full height at 18, but it's possible for mammals to grow slightly more until they are around 22.) in fact, he was just a head under the average height of a wolf much to his suprise. He naturally gained more weight now weighing in at 153 pounds of pure muscle, which was about the average weight for an 18 year old wolf. He still had the lean muscles a fox would have just more visible through his fur but not to ridiculous lengths; his shoulders were broad and stood straight as an arrow. He'd also gone through purberty already starting when he was 11, sure it was a little uncommon for mammals to go through puberty so young but it wasn't unheard of.

Looking at his appearance more he contemplated on one of the skills he was now an expert at, disguise. Jack learned how to change pretty much everything about himself. He could change how he sounded, spoke, he could put on several different accents, he could fluently change his posture and gait and made it seem like it was natural, he could also completely change mannerisms in a blink of an eye and shift into different personas. He was also an expert with fur dyes and eye color contacts, he could change his appearance as a red fox a 100 different times and change himself into majority of the fox breeds all with a 100 different variations. He, since he was already close in height and weight to a wolf, could also change himself to look like a wolf with only slight prosthetics to alter things like muzzle shape and use certain fur products to make his fox brush look like a wolf's tail. (even though he detested messing with his tail like that.) As with the other species he could pull off with the variations he could also do the same with appearing to be a wolf, and could even switch to wolf mannerisms, customs, and habits in the blink of an eye. As it comes with disguises he was also an expert at adopting new identities and procuring and making documents to go with said identities.

Coming back from his contemplations he observed himself in the mirror again and took notice of his changed appearance. Gone were his brilliant sea foam green eyes and in their place were robin blue eyes, his body fur was no longer russet colored but instead more red, his paws were tipped a lightish brown instead of black, and his tail was tipped white instead of black. Jack admitted to himself that he wasn't the biggest fan of changing his appearance, removing the fur dye on his tail alone was a hassle, but changing himself entirely with dye made getting the stuff off a nightmare. So no Jack wasn't the biggest fan of it, but this was one the most valuable skills to possess for what he was getting ready to do. He for the moment, didn't even officially go by the name Jack Hunter. Instead he adopted the name James Dapper, until it came time to burn the identity and adopt another

Jack also decided to mentally list off things he was now an expert (or damn near close) at. "Marksmanship, lockpicking, hacking, pickpocketing, disguise, Japanese weaponry, Assault rifles, handguns, machine guns, carbines, shotguns, tranquilizer guns, stun guns, the asp baton, knives, swords, throwing knives, throwing axes, throwing weapons in general, edged weapons in general. Stealth, infiltration, forgery, emotion suppression and control, 16 different fighting styles, defensive driving, evasive driving, mammal anatomies, criminal justice, Phycology, Sociology, mammal biologies, chemistry, engineering, and mechanics. History of Zooptopia, history of Mammilia, ZPD and ZBI criminal databases, layout of Zootopia, Zootopian citizens database, security systems. Fluent in 6 different languages including Spanish, Russian, and Japanese." Out of all of that one of Jack's personal favorites was mastering the Japanese weapon the Kyoketsu-shoge, although unlike the regular blades found on them his was more of a Karambit style blade.

He then looked around the "library" although it could barely be called that anymore. All of the books and shelves were moved to one side of the library to make room for everything else. Tinkering table, sparring ring, training ring, strategy table, tech area, disguise area, weapons tables, the list goes on. The weapons tables were all stacked with edged weapons and a few batons, but not one single gun. Jack had gotten only three guns, a M416 BlackWolf, a P30L BlackWolf with a custom compensator, and a compact Glock 26 MysticFox. All three firearms were currently sitting on the strategy table. Jack had made the library his headquarters but he was ready to burn this place in a moments notice if the need arose as he had several "stashes" that contained duplicates of the things contained in the library. He was able to procure all of this equipment through David because as it turns out there's pretty much nothing you couldn't buy on the black market. All of it was able to be purchased because David's grandparents had been wealthy and when they died they left their small fortune to him which is why David no longer lived in Happytown.

This thought led Jack to recount the state Happytown and the city of Zootopia as a whole. Since a whole six years had lasped many improvements had been made and wrongs righted. The all prey city council was now half predators, this was caused when now Sargent Adonis Bogo walked into a council meeting four years ago and arrested half the damn council for corruption charges on LIVE television. So leaps and bounds were made on improving predator rights and intermingling them into Zootopian society the way they should have been from the start. Also a predator mayor (the first one in Zootopian history) sat in the big chair at city hall, this happened also happened four years ago when Sargent Adonis Bogo arrested the current mayor then on corruption charges again on LIVE television. But not only that, it was during the press conference that the mayor was addressing the arrest of half the city council! Oh as Jack and David were watching this go down they were both howling with laughter! That had been a good day. The now mayor at the time was the assistant mayor back then, a female tiger named Terra Claws and she also contributed to improving the city greatly. During her second year in office she created an all preadator special joint ZPD/ZBI task force with the goal of them dismantling the gangs that infested Happytown so she could move in and hopefully start improving the place for the predators stuck there.

The task force was a huge success and they cleared 78 percent of Happytown's gangs and seized thousands of guns and billions of dollars in drugs and money. This allowed Claws to safely move in and she improved the conditions of Happytown by 15 percent before she had to pull out due to budget cuts. So Happytown once again was practically left to fend for itself. Though it wasn't nearly as bad as it was before. Her finial act of improving Happytown was doubling the amount of ZPD patrols in Happytown to hopefully keep new gangs from forming and to curb the crime rate and it was successful with a 27 percent decrease in crime over the next four years. Oddly though Precinct One did zero patrols in Happytown even though parts of it were on the edge of the Precinct's patrol zone. Jack suspected it had something to do with the fact that Henry Ironsides was still the chief of Precinct One. But all and all Zootopia had been improved tremendously but it was no where near what it should have been. But this didn't mean Jack was gonna stop his mission no no, he was still going through with all of it, and as soon as David returned he would start it.

*Perspective shift*

David was on his was back to the library with some great intel, he found the Goat, but there was a problem. Glancing at the file laying in the passenger seat next to him as he drove his SUV he couldn't help but shake his head at the Goat's unfortunate name, Billy Goatson. But ridiculous name or not this goat was the leader of the group that had killed Jack's parents, so he was going to die. But not before Jack interrogated him for the names of the other mammals present that day and any other useful info he could dig out of the goat before it died. The information had come with a price as with all things in the world and it came as personal risk to a close friend of David's, a black wolf named Demetri Wolfgang. (Though employing polar bears in the future back in the day Mr. Big's guards were wolves.) Demetri was able to procure the information due to the fact that Demetri was in close ties to his boss and his bosse's family, the Corleone crime family. Demetri was one of the mob bosses right hand mammals, the boss only known by the name Mr. Big. Which was ironic and a little funny if you knew what species the Corleone were, they were shrews.

But regardless that they were tiny predators the Corleone family were not to be messed with or joked with, and the same goes for those the family considers freinds. Which in lied the problem, the bastard Billy Goatson was friends with the Corleone family and Mr. Big himself. Apparently Billy's grandmother was friends with Mr. Big's grandmama and they met each other that way. So Jack going after Billy would more than likely put a target on his back and it scared him, because he knew Jack would just shrug it off. David couldn't help it, six years now he'd know the kid. He trained him, hung out with him, he didn't just see Jack as a protege, he saw him as family. David had never had any children and had married only once, so he had no one just like Jack in a way; and in a way Jack was probably the closest thing he'd ever have to having a son.

Of course he never told Jack any of this, Jack was singularly focused on getting justice for his parents and Sparrowtail not to mention his own revenge. Jack had no time for anything else. David knew foxes were solitary creatures but Jack took it to a whole nother' level, if Jack wasn't receiving training by David or one of David's associates he was training himself, learning a heap of new things and only stoping to eat and go to the bathroom. David could even count on one paw the times Jack hadn't been training and just hung around with him. Hell David had said that Jack was ready two years ago but Jack had just shook his head and said "not yet." So the last two years Jack had just been training himself in things occasionally calling upon David to procure things for him. One of the most frustrating things Jack taught himself though was emotional suppression and control. Jack had always acted more like a kid in David's presence when they weren't training but as the years passed Jack started not just suppressing emotions, but losing them. Jack's eyes had always retained some vibrant light in them despite all that had been done him and it gave David hope that maybe Jack could heal when all of this was finally over. But that light had been extinguished, but not by what was done to him or society, but himself, Jack put out his own light.

Now Jack was comepletly emotionless, no happiness, sadness, anger, frustration, disgust, nothing. It was like Jack was a machine! Even his ears and tail gave nothing away, they didn't move unless Jack let them and when he did it was a facade. He didn't even let his hackles raise unless he was fighting! David could not help but feel guilty in his part in this, but he supposed it was better than Jack being dead or in Jail. It also didn't help that Jack still never slept. David had tried to help Jack in that regard but after a week of trying everything they could Jack had given up, stating "I'll try to sleep again when this is over. Maybe then I can finally have peace and sleep dreamlessly." The last time Jack had slept was five years ago.

Of course all of this wasn't helped by the fact that David was no longer aloud to call Jack, well, Jack. David was only aloud to call him by the fake name he was currently using or the nickname David had given him a couple of weeks after they had met, NightOwl. It had been the perfect fit in David's eyes, Jack was a fox therefore nocturnal and he never slept. But now it wasn't a nickname it was a code name, and practically the only thing he called Jack because it was impossible to remember his fake identities and their many names. Of course he still slipped and called him Jack every now and then only to be reprimanded immediately after.

It was hard for David to believe that Jack was only twelve. He was completely mature, practically fully grown, and he looked to be in his early twenties. His kithood and kitness was robbed from him, and it didn't sit well with David at all. But hopefully, it would all change when Jack finally got his revenge.

*Perspective Shift*

Jack heard David's SUV pull up in front of the "library" and stood to great him anxious to know what had him rushing out the door about two hours prior. David walked into the building and instead of stopping and greeting him walked straight past saying, "hey NightOwl, I got some presents for you. Meet me at the strategy table." Jack raised an eyebrow as David walked briskly by him but otherwise did or said nothing, he simply turned and followed David to the table.

Once at the table Jack opened his mouth first to speak. "Ok David, just what the hell is going on? You just got up and left talking rapidly into your phone! What's up!" David looked and Jack and replied "first things first, I got you these." David then reached into the bag he was holding and pulled out two identical items, Jack recognized what they were and scooped one up immediately. David gained an amused glint to his eyes and said "So I take it you know what those are." Jack looked at David and quickly repiled "of course I know what these are! They're hidden blades! I attach the straps to my wrists, make a specific motion with my paws and the blades come out! Not only that, these blades aren't alone! The whole thing has been modified to make room for the Derringers and the QuickDraw actions they sit in! These are incredbile!"

David smiled at Jack's reaction and replied "I knew you'd like em, I got them custom made for your birthday NightOwl. I know it was yesterday but they weren't quite ready yet." Jack smiled back at David and replied "well as long as you got them to me that's what counts. But that's not why you up and left in such a rush and while I appreciate these, you're stalling. So if you'd please get to the point." During this Jack had taken up a slightly scolding and impatient tone that made David sigh. Once his sigh was over David got down to business. "I found him." ... "David that's not very helpful, who did you find!?" ... "I found the goat."

For Jack that was like being handed a gift from the gods. His eyes widened and David finally saw an emotion peak through, rage. Jack briskly walked around to where David was standing and grabbed him by the shoulders and then belted out "who is he? WHERE is he. Tell me everything, NOW." David put his paws in the air and backed away from Jack a little before pulling out the file and tossing onto the table while saying "it's all in there NightOwl. His name, address, phone number, place of work, places he frequents, everything you need to know is in that file."

Jack quickly scooped up the file off of the table and opened it, he may read things at 20,000 words a minute but this he was gonna take his time reading. The first thing he noticed was the photo of the Goat in the upper right corner. Narrowing his eyes Jack tersely said "yep this is him." Moving his eyes away from the photo Jack began reading the info on the Goat. When he read the Goat's name Jack couldn't help snorting at his name before doing a full body shake before continuing reading. Once he was finished he closed the file and tossed it back on the table before internally going over what he had read. "His name is Billy Goatson, his current age is 34. Not married and zero love interests it would seem. He lives at 165 Grass Fields Lane in the Meadowlands district. He's a florist, which is most likely a cover or front. He owns a private shop on 266 Sandler Lane in Sahara Sqaure. The shop has a small second story office that he stays late at on Thursdays. He takes a car back and forth and takes the exact same route. He also frequents a restaurant called Big's Place, which is a front for the Corleone crime family. No outstanding criminal record. All in all he seems like a normal mammal, but I know it's lies, and now that I've found you your life is over. You forfeited it the minute you killed my parents. Tomorrow is Thursday so congratulations Billy Goatson, you got one more day to live. Enjoy it why it lasts because come tomorrow I'm coming for you, and you'll never see me coming."

Once Jack finished going over the information in his head he turned back to David and thanked him. "Thank you David for this. This bastard was the ringleader so I can get him to squeal like a pig and tell me who else was with him that day. I'll go pay him a visit tomorrow will he's at his shop in his office. I do have one question though, how did you get all of this David?" David cleared his throat and answered. "I have a close friend that's one of the right hand mammals for Mr. Big, the new and current mob boss of the Corleone crime family. He's a black furred wolf named Demerti Wolfgang, he got me the information. I showed him the drawings of Goatson and the others and asked if he could use his contacts and the Corleone familie's contacts to ID at least one of those mammals. Now before you ask I told him nothing except that I had business with them. Anyways when I showed the drawings he recognized Goatson and got me all the information he had on him, this could get him killed if Big ever finds out that Demetri is the reason Goatson was killed by you."

Jack listened intently to David's whole explanation but one thing stood out that needed to be addressed. "And pray tell David why would Big care if Billy Goatson was found dead in his office Friday morning." "Mr. Big would care because Billy is a close friend of the Corelone family and a personal friend of Mr. Big himself." "You're joking" was Jack's reply. "I wish I was NightOwl, but I'm not. If you kill Billy Goatson your painting a target on your back. Dodging law enforcement is one thing, but eluding the mob is a whole nother' level kid. But of course I know this won't stop you, so do it fast and cover your tracks well and just maybe Big and his wolves won't catch your scent."

*The next day*

Jack had waited pateintly all day. It was now eight in the evening and the shop had just been closed up, Jack would wait another hour before breaking in and finally start his mission. He had decided to dress nicely for the occasion, not to mention his current last name was Dapper. He was wearing black slacks held up by a black belt, an asp baton resting in his left pocket, his P30L secured snugly on his right hip with its three additional magazines situated above his left back pocket, he wore a black vest with a black long sleeve undershirt with a black jacket covering it all. The jacket also covered the hidden blades secured on each of his wrists. He also had his Karambit, its sheathe secured in his lower back while the blade itself was in his hands as he was twirling it back and forth while waiting.

He was also wearing black dress shoes. Shoes were not very common and few mammals chose to wear them, the only common place you would see them would be in the military because a bullet through your foot would really mess up your day. It was for this reason Jack decided to wear shoes and if he was honest with himself it didn't really bother him, in fact, he kinda liked them. Of course these dress shoes were also special. Each shoe has a blade hidden that would come out the front when the shoes heel was hit hard on the ground a certain way.

Jack looked at the clock and saw it was 11 o'clock, quickly exiting his blacked out sedan he pulled out his locking picking tools, smiled, and said "showtime." Picking the lock in seconds he opened the door minusculy to avoid having the bells on the door sound. Once he made entrance he silently shut the door again and surveyed his surroundings, he had already hacked into the shops security system and shut down the alarm and security cameras so he didn't bother wearing a mask. Once finished with his survey of the shop Jack began crawling quietly up the steps. Once at the top he perked his ears and listened inside, he heard Goatson muttering to himself about the paperwork he was doing and assured that he wasn't on the phone with anyone Jack stood from his crouched position and kicked open the door.

As he entered he saw Goatson looking at him in surprise before reaching into his desk. Jack drew his handgun and fired a single round into Goatson's right shoulder before holstering his pistol and walking briskly towards the desk. As it turns out Goatson had been reaching into one of the drawers of the desk for a handgun that had dropped from his hoove when Jack shot him and as he approached the desk Goatson desperately typed on his computer. As Jack rounded the corner of the desk he saw Goatson was trying to make a video call on his computer to who else but Mr. Big. Jack quickly reached out and grabbed Goatson by the hair on the top of his head and promptly slammed his head into the desk three times dazing him before throwing him back into his chair. Looking at the computer he saw the video call connecting and quickly slammed Goatson's head back into the desk while simultaneously drawing his Karambit and stabbing it through the middle of the screen just before the call could connect.

Throwing Goatson back into the chair he punched him in the face as hard as he could before picking him up and throwing him across the desk knocking over everything and dropping Goatson to the floor on the other side. Rounding the desk again he saw Goatson was trying to sit up so he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and sat him up before immediately punching him back down. Shifting so he was crouched over Goatson Jack couldn't help but saying "I've been waiting a long time for this you piece of shit." Goatson let out a gurlgy chuckle before saying "oh you fuck! Hehehaha you don't know who you're fucking with! Do you know who I am! I'm the god damn florist to the fucking Corleone crime family you fuck! Hehehe you just signed your own death warrant you insolent pelt! Haha ha!" Jack responded to this by throwing six hard lightning quick punches to Goatson's face causing him to rethink his strategy. *Coughs "Oh shit ok! The safe's over there behind that painting god damnit! Code's 7825 take what you want you fuck! But the Corleone family is gonna come for you, oh are they going to come for you!"

Punching Goatson again Jack yelled out "I'm not here for the families laundered money you motherfucker I'm here for YOU! For what you did!" Goatson let out another gurgly chuckle before replying "oh and what the fuck did I do to you pelt! Huh! I don't know you from the shit I scrape off my hooves!" Jack snarled in his face and replied "maybe this will refresh your memory." Then he took out his color contacts. Goatson's eyes widened when he saw the sea foam green eyes of the fox. "Oh fuck! It's you! You're the kid from..Fuck! I knew I shouldn't have trusted that shit to stab your worthless carcass! And I knew I shouldn't have trusted that damn Rhino when he said he'd take care of you! You fuck! You should have died with your worthless mangy father and your bitch of a mother!" When Jack heard Goatson call his mother a bitch he snarled menacingly and pulled out his Karambit and stabbed it into Goatson's gut twisting the blade.

"OOOOHHH FUCK! ARRGHHH YOU *Coughs up blood and splutters* MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" "ENOUGH!" Jack roared back. "YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME WHO ELSE WAS THERE THAT DAY! YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME WHO TOOK PART IN KILLING MY PARERNTS AND ALMOST KILLING ME! AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME WHAT THOSE THREE DOTS ON YOUR NECK MEANS OR I AM GOING TO CARVE YOU UP LIKE A THANKSGIVING TURKEY! AND I WILL MAKE IT AS SLOW AND AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE! YOU HAVE NO POWER! NO CONTROL! NOW TALK!" To insinuate his point Jack pushed the knife deeper and twisted slowly causing Goatson to scream out in agony, and he continued this for a whole minute before Goatson finally broke.

"OK! OK! I'LL TELL YOU! JUST STOP!" Jack stopped twisting the blade but did not withdraw it and calmly said "go on then I'm waiting, but know that if you're lying I will start up again and I will make it a million times worse, understand?" Goatson rapidly nodded his head. "Good, now start talking." *coughs "Ok I don't remember some of their full names but I'll tell you what I know. The rams, the one that I sent to finish you is named Brandon Ramses. The other two are brothers I only know their last names, Horncove. An an an an and the deers last names were Venison and Vladez. Vladez's first name I think was Michael." Jack now with the names of the other mammals that were responsible for killing his parents decided to move things along. "Very good Billy, now tell me what those three blue dots dyed into your neck hair mean."

When it seemed that he was hesitating Jack began twisting the blade again before Goatson yelled out "OKAY! OKAY! THE DOTS ARE THE SYMBOL FOR THE PREY SUPREMACY SOCIETY!" Jack raised his eyebrow and said "oh, tell me more Billy, and remember, no bullshitting." Goatson nodded rapidly again and then continued. "We're a extremist splinter group from the Prey Alliance Commitee and Party! The PSS has thousands of members from all walks of life, and the only thing that identifies us is the blue dots! And the three blue dots represent our three leaders! I don't know why the color is blue I just know the dots stand for that! It's the leaders who ordered your families death! And it's one of the leaders that did everything that happened to you after! That's all I know! I swear!"

Jack contemplated everything he had just heard when he made a startling connection and revelation. "The Rhino you mentioned earlier, he's one of the leaders isn't he?" Goatson once again nodded rapidly and opened his mouth to speak when Jack cut him off. "Chief Ironsides." This time Goatson only nodded once in confirmation. Jack sighed deeply and muttered aloud "well this just got more complicated." He then thought about finishing up when something else clicked and an idea formed in his head, he quickly took out his phone and got ready to start and audio recording. He looked back down at Goatson and said "when I hit the record button I want you to say everything you just told me again, plus any other details about the PSS you know. Safe houses, meet locations, mammal's names, ranking lieutenants, members that are in places of power, everything. Then once that's done you're going to say why the PSS has one of their leaders be chief of Precinct One and why you were getting close to the Corleone Crime family for the PSS." Once he was finished speaking and got Goatson's acknowledgement Jack hit record.

15 minutes later Jack ended the recording and put his phone back in his pocket. Goatson now fatigued and breathless from blood loss croaked out "there, I've told you everything. Now please just let me live, let me go." Jack pretended to consider this and then looked into Goatson's eyes and slowly started to twist his knife again. Jack then coldy stated "I remember my mother saying the exact same thing, except she was begging for you and your cronies to let me go and not her. YOU KILLED MY MOTHER! GRANTED HER NO MERCY! SO YOU DESERVE NONE!" Jack watched as horror took over Goatson's face and snarled as he continued his torture.

Another 15 minutes later Jack emerged from the flower shop blood staining his clothes everywhere. Jack popped the trunk and grabbed the extra set of clothes, changing and then discarding the blood soaked clothes into the bag before sealing it and placing it back into the trunk and closing it. Me then calmly got into his car, started it and then drove off.

*Perspective shift plus fifteen minutes later*

Mr. Big was sitting in his tiny chair staring at the frozen image on his computer screen. Hearing the ringing of a phone he looked over to Demetri and nodded his head, Demetri pulled out his phone and brought it close to Big before answering it and putting it on speaker. Big simply said "speak." The mammal on the other line cleared their throat nervously before saying "We found Billy sir, He's dead. It's uh, it's not pretty. It appears he was tortured before his throat was slit. Oddly sir the safe isn't missing any of its contents, whoever this mammal was, he was just here for Billy. We also looked at the security system boss, it was disabled remotely. Whoever did this was a professional, no fur, no prints, no scent. If Billy was tortured for information on the family, I'm sure the mammal got it."

Big cursed and replied "meh, anything else Robert?" "One thing sir, should we notify the authorities or let them find the body in the morning?" Was Robert's reply. "No, this stays a family matter we can't let them discover that he wasn't just our florist. Clean the scene and dispose of his body, but respectfully. Also torch the place, make it seem like an electrical fire that our dear friend couldn't escape. There was another shop owned by an otter that I was interested in before, we will see the otter in the morning and make him our new florist." ... "of course Mr. Big. But what of the mammal who did this?" Big scrunched his bushy eyebrows and replied "Do not concern yourself with it. I will handle it personally." ... "Yes sir, me and my mammals will handle this here then sir. Goodnight." Big simply waved his hand and Demetri ended the call. Looking away from the phone now Big brought his attention back to the computer screen, and the frozen image of the red fox.

The video call may have not fully connected on Goatson's end but it had on Big's, and he watched as the fox slammed his friend's head into the desk repeatedly before taking out a curved blade and putting it through the monitor. Big also noticed the obvious bullet hole in his friend's shoulder as well. Whoever this fox was he was indeed a professional hearing what Robert had found at the shop but Big was not worried because he had the upper paw, he had the fox's face. The fox may have been quick in destroying the computer but not before Big got a good look and an image of the fox. The fox's fur was a deeper shade of red, it had blue eyes, lightish brown paws, it was also quite large for its species and there was a very distinctive scar on the left side of the tod's neck, plenty enough to find him.

Big pointed to the computer screen and said to Demetri "Wolfgang I want you to take your three best mammals and find this fox. When you do don't harm him or kill him, disarm him of the weapons he will undoubtedly be carrying, bag his head, then bring him to the restaurant. Sit him at the table where I first met Billy, then we will see if the fox will talk. Whether his does or not after I am done speaking shoot him in the head. Now grab your mammals and get out, I don't want to see your tail or hear from you until you have him in the back of a Limousine. Now go."

*Perspective shift*

Jack felt good. He had finally gotten to kill one of the mammals that killed his parents and left him for dead, and the leader of that little group, the one that had plunged the knife into his mother as he and his father watched. He made him suffer before deciding to end his life, he would have continued but Jack figured Big would be sending some mammals over and he wasn't to keen on having to kill them and make a mob boss of a powerful crime family an enemy. So yes Jack felt good, but this whole thing just got a million times more complicated. It wasn't just a gang Goatson was a part of but a extremist group with thousands of members and three heads of power, that definitely put a wrench in his plans. He'd have to shelf Stage One and move straight to Stage Two, he would need Bogo's help more than originally planned, and clue him in on what's going on more than Jack would like.

He would go ahead and send Bogo all the evidence from Honorhall first thing in the morning. He had all the evidence the whole time after he had left Honorhall but kept it waiting for the right moment to use it. Honorhall had video camaras everywhere but not one ever caught the headmistress beating him, she was smart and used all the blind spots to do it. But she wasn't that smart, because she forgot about the audio. The cameras picked up all the audio on all of his beatings and Sparrowtail's murder. She also wasn't smart enough to dispose of the data containing the videos from those specific times or Sparrowtail's file, so the night he left he made a little pit stop and collected all of it before visiting Sparrowtail one last time. One thing the cameras did catch was every single beating he took from the other children. Sure only a few were old enough to be arrested for it but as long as they were he didn't really care.

So when Jack learned his tech skills he isolated all of the audios of his beatings from the headmistress and the murder and enhanced them ten fold. He also typed and recorded his testimony and recounted every single detail about his time at Honorhall. The evidence was solid, concrete, and impossible to discredit. Jack also included the exact whereabouts of where Sparrowtail was buried along with Sparrowtail's file to prove that he indeed was an orphan there, as well as including videos highlighting him. He also included an audio file of him warning Bogo to not include Ironsides and to be vary of him. If Bogo did nothing with all of this Jack would of course go to plan B, but he suspected it wouldn't be necessary.

What Jack decided to leave out was everything he had just learned, that required meeting Bogo in the flesh he believed. He wanted to look Bogo in the eyes and see his reaction, and tell him everything. Jack would also give Bogo the audio recording of Goatson's confession and all the details he gave up except of course for the part regarding the Corleone family, he'd save that as a backup plan on the off chance that Big discovered it was him that killed Goatson and found him. With his game plan set Jack focused on driving back to the "library."

20 minutes later Jack pulled up in front of his headquarters and shut off the car. He then popped the trunk, got out, went to the trunk, and grabbed the bag containing the bloody clothes. He shut the trunk and locked the car before unlocking and entered the "library." David was asleep on the couch situated in the middle of the place snoring, Jack chuckled and walked over to the couch thinking about how to wake David up. Deciding on playful Jack walked behind the couch and promptly tipped it over dumping David onto the floor.

David hit the floor with a thud and woke up startled and spluttering "who what when where! What the!" Hearing laughter David turned his head and took note of Jack laughing at him. Quickly piecing things together David ground out "you red furred bastard I oughta shave your tail! Ever heard of the saying don't provoke the sleeping Badger!" Jack now only chuckling got out between chuckles "I'm pretty sure it's don't provoke thesleeping Bear you crotchety old bagder!" "Hey! I'm not old!" Was David's quick reply. Jack began laughing harder and breathed out "so you at least admit you're crotchety!" David narrowed his eyes at Jack and said "I didn't, fine! Maybe I am a little crotchety! There, happy now?" Jack smirked and simply relied "very."

Helping David to his feet Jack then righted the couch before flopping onto it and sighing. David took a seat next to him and said "well NightOwl, it would seem you're in a good mood. You haven't tipped me off the couch like that in years, so I take it everything went well?" Looking over at David Jack replied "yes. Billy Goatson is now dead and I have the names of the mammals that were with him that day. But there's a problem, he also reveled what the blue dots mean and to say it complicates things might be an understatement."

Jack spent the next 30 minutes recounting everything that happened as well as having David listen to the recording. After it all was done David had a very contemplative look on his face before saying "well shit. You weren't kidding...Ironsides though, him being a part of the Prey Supremacy Society isn't that suprising given his actions. But it does put a wrench in stages One and Three with him being one of the leaders. Hell the whole damn thing makes this complicated...So NightOwl, what's the plan?" Jack shook his head a little then replied "we'll Stage One needs to be shelfed, my revenge can wait this on the other hand can not. The Prey Supremacy Society has been planting themselves into places of power, helping prey get away with murder and the outright subjecation of predators is their end goal. They need to be stopped, so I'm pushing Stage Two forward and sending the evidence to Bogo first thing in the morning. Once I see the headmistress get led out in cuffs I will finish Stage One and leap straight into Three after a week or so, knocking out Ironsides will cripple the PSS and will lead an emergency meeting to be held, I'll find out where the meeting is and pay a visit and thin their ranks as much as possible. Then let the ZPD hunt the rest."

*Perspective shift, the next day*

"Hey Sarge got a package that just arrived for you." Adonis Bogo looked up from the report he was writing and took the package before thanking the officer tha delivered it to him. "Thank you for bringing me this Clawhauser. Is there anything else?" Clawhauser just shook his head before exiting Bogo's office and sprinting away, Bogo snorted in exasperation at this because he was worried about the rookie. Benjamin Clawhauser was only in his first month as an officer and way to gung-ho for Bogo's liking, if Clawhauser didn't tone it down he might just get himself or another officer seriously injured or killed. Snorting and shaking his head Bogo turned his attention to the package in his hooves, he opened it and emptied its contents onto his desk. There were several dvds and flash drives all labeled and a file from Honorhall Orphange it seemed, picking up the file Bogo prepared to open it when he noticed it had been on top of another flash drive labeled "for your ears only Sargent Bogo."

Bogo's eyes burned with pure fury as the final recording ended. What he had just listened to was, beyond wrong and terrible. It was the one where Jack gave his testimony about everything that had happened to him and the murder of James Sparrowtail. Bogo like most mammals may not have been the biggest fan of foxes but NO mammal, especially a child, should have gone through all of that. The kits testimony was incredibly detailed and backed up everything Bogo had just watched and listened to, and corroborated exactly with the written testimony.

Bogo quickly stood, picked up his phone, and dialed a number. "Hello Officer Benjamin Clawhauser speaking! How may I assist you to...oh sorry Sargent! I didn't look at the caller I.D until just now! Anyways what do you need!?" "Clawhauser! I need you to get officers Higgins, McHorn, Wolfard, Hannamar, Galloway, and Spottedtale! Then get yourself and their collective asses to Conference Room C! I will join you in 15 minutes." ... "Yes sir right away! Has there been a break in the case we've been working?" Bogo looked over to his computer where he had reeled back and frozen the image of when Jack was showing the scars on his back and gripped his phone so tight the screen began to crack before replying "no, this is a new case, a much more important one. Now get moving!" He then hung up the phone by hitting the end call button so hard the entire screen shattered.

Once Bogo hung up the call he went ahead and printed enough copies of everything for the team he had been working with for his current case. After that was done he collected the flash drives and his laptop and made his way to Conference Room C. Walking he surveyed the team he had been assigned, Rookie Officer Benjamin Clawhauser, Rookie Officer Jeffery Higgins, Officer James Wolfard, Rhino Officers Dwayne McHorn and John Hannamar, Lion Officer Marcus Galloway, and Hyena Officer Derek Spottedtale. Bogo distributed the copies of the file and then began filling in the team.

Once he had told and shown the team everything including the mystery mammals warning about Cheif Ironsides they were instantly on board. Bogo called Child Services using McHorn's phone after the briefing was over and filled them in on the situation as well, once he was done they told Bogo that effective immediately Honorhall Orphanage would be shut down and they would have their mammals at the Orphange in an hour to shut it down and take what children that weren't being arrested to other orphanages. They also sent over their file on the headmistress there Havani Grelod. Once he finished speaking with them he got ready to mobilize with his team.

*An hour and a half later*

Honorhall Orphange was a buzz of activity, Child Services mammals were everywhere trying to get all the children sorted and loaded upbb to their new orphanages, at least the ones not being escorted to waiting police cruisers. Meanwhile Havani Grelod was being led off to a cruiser as well by Clawhauser while he read her rights to her and the charges she was being arrested for: 2 counts of Child Neglect, 27 counts of Child Abuse, 1 count Malicious Wounding of a Minor, and one count of First Degree Murder, all of them felonies in the Municipal State of Zootopia.

Bogo was currently with mammalcide detectives and forensics teams and at the supposed burial site of James Sparrowtail. True to Jack Hunter's word James was indeed there buried and watched as the body was carted off to a ambulance to be taken to the morgue for an official autopsy. Once the body was loaded up Bogo went ahead and walked back towards the now former orphanage. Once he made it all the way back he took note that the rabid media had already descended on the place, and he also noticed a very angry Cheif Ironsides making his way towards him. Bogo was reprimanded for not brining this to Ironsides attention and assigned a whole week of parking duty but Bogo didn't mind one bit because he had done a good thing today, and he hoped wherever Jack Hunter was, that he was safe and could rest easier now that justice was had for him and the rabbit who tried to protect him.

*Perspective shift*

Jack couldn't feel happier. The orphanage was being shut down, Grelod was arrested, those children who beat him that were old enough also arrested, and they had found James Sparrowtail's body and taken it away. It brought a rare genuine smile to Jack's face, he looked up into the sky and said "rest easy now James, they got you now, and they got her. Rest easy."

Once Jack had returned to the "library" he collected his weapons and set out to finish his revenge. He spent the next week finding and killing the rest of the mammals that killed his parents. He had targeted Brandon Ramses first, he killed him in his apartment after recording his confession and any information he could give on the Prey Supremacy Society. He then targeted the Horncove brothers, capturing them while they were walking home from a bar and taking them to an abandoned garage and repeated the process of recording before killing them. Next were the deer, and as it turns out they were secretly "partners" and had caught them both at Vladez's home; Jack once again repeated the process and then killed them both as well. As he had did with Goatson, he killed all the rest by slitting their throats as well.

He then crossed out everything that he already knew due to Goatson and added the rest to the files he was going to give to Bogo. Except for one item. Ramses had given him the location of where the emergency meeting was to be held in the case that one of the leaders was either arrested or killed, an abandoned warehouse in the Canals District. Of course as Jack carved through those that killed his parents the ZPD found their bodies, and promptly named it the work of a serial killer much to Jack's ire. For nothing was mentioned about the blue dots on all of their necks, probably the work of Ironsides and the PSS members they had seeded in the media.

Another thing that vexed Jack was the fact that they hadn't found Goatson's body, and when he returned to the flower shop where he killed him he was suprised to find a charred husk of a building before leaving. But he couldn't muse on it any more as a limousine pulled up behind him and before he could act he was tranqed and a bag thrown over his head before being thrown into the limousine and it screeching off. For the first time in awhile someone had gotten the drop on him.

Jack was still conscious as the limousine drove, what the mammals that took him didn't know was that Jack had built up a resistance to tranquilizers but was not completely immune yet, he could still move but his senses were fogged and reflexes slowed. He subtly took in the scents of the limo and the mammals inside with him and immediately knew they were Big's mammals. He could smell the shrew on one of them and they were all wolves. It was confirmed when that same mammal called him. "Mr. Big sir, we got him...yes sir alive we are bringing him to you now...to be honest sir we found him completely on accident. Tony pointed him out walking by us a ways coming from the direction of Billy's shop, a big red fox wearing an all black suit with blue eyes and a scar on the left side of his neck...yes sir...yes...we are searching him now." When the wolf said this Jack finally noticed that he was indeed being searched and disarmed. They took both his pistols, His Karambit, asp baton, phone, and his wallet before stopping. They didn't take his hidden blades on his wrists or a pen he had in one of his jacket pockets, once they were done searching him the Wolf continued speaking to Big.

"Ok sir we just finished searching him and he was packing some serious heat. Two handguns, a collapsible baton, and that knife we saw in the call. We also got his phone and wallet...yes sir...it says his name is James Dapper, age 22...yes sir see you at the restaurant, goodbye." Jack internally groaned and began thinking. "Shit shit shit shit shit. Fuck! Motherfucking fucks of fucking fucks in fucking fuckerland! FUCK! I can't believe it. That damn video call must have connected on Big's end before I destroyed that damn computer! Shit! This complicates everything! And I was stupid enough to let it happen! Ok, calm down Jack. Yes this makes things more complicated but you can burn this identity no problem, you'll also have to burn the library too but what else can I do? I can't risk them following me there...ok so I still have the blades in my shoes as well as the hidden blades and their Derringers on my wrists..and this pen in my jacket pocket...I'll use a show of force in front of Big to maybe deter him from perusing me and then escape." With Jack's thoughts sorted and plan set he just waited to arrive at Big's Place.

45 minutes later they arrived at Big's Place Restaurant in Tundratown after swapping to an SUV about halfway through. The tranquilizer had already worn off fully leaving Jack fully alert again, he took note that other than the black bag on his head he was not restrained in any way. The wolves grabbed him and took him inside, and as soon as they entered Jack took in the scents of the building. There were a lot of fresh scents but he could tell that the only mammals currently there were him, the four wolves, and Mr. Big himself. The wolves took him towards the center of the restaurant and sat him in a chair facing Big while the one who called Big went and stood behind him and two sat to Jack's sides. The final wolf was waved off by Big with "Go and watch the door Tony. I closed the place but some mammals are stubborn, deter any that arrive and come only if needed or called." Jack heard the wolf acknowledge Big and then move to the front entrance.

He then heard Big shift to the Wolf behind him and said "meh, Demetri go fill up a bucket with cold water and then wake this fox up so we may get down to business." Before the wolf Jack now knew was Demetri Wolfgang could move a muscle Jack said "I'm quite awake already. So that won't be necessary." Jack then undid the strings to the bag and took it off his head, he then observed everyone's shock at the turn of events. Quickly sweeping his head around he took a good look at everyone and noted his effects were on the table by Big, Tony had shifted more away from the door at hearing him awake, and then took in every mammals identities and going through his mental database pulled up the information he needed for this next part and finally opened his mouth to speak.

But before he spoke Jack reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the pen, took of the cap, placed the pen on the table and said "if at any point any of you try to kill me I will make this pen disappear" while flourishing his hands. Then he spoke. "First where we are is at your restaurant, or should I say one of your many fronts Mr. Big, a.k.a Gerald Corleone, 38. Immigrant from Italia and current and new head of the Corleone crime family. You are joined by Jerome Mininski who is on my left, Maurice Levatto who his on my right, behind me is Tony Coponzo and behind you is one of your right hand mammals Demetri Wolfgang. My name is James Dapper and yes I tortured and killed your friend Billy Goatson, who was the families florist and money launderer. Any questions?"

As Jack spoke Mr. Big's bushy eyebrows rose more and more until his eyes were fully exposed, once Jack was finished speaking Big spoke in return. "Meh. Well I see you are well informed Mr. Dapper, I'm impressed. I only have two questions. Who hired you and why did they have you kill Billy?" Jack nodded at this and responded "no one hired me. I work for no one, not a single one of your rivals approached me wanting to target memebers of the Corleone crime family. I acted on my own of my own will. Billy crossed me and had to die, him working for you had nothing to do with it." Mr. Big nodded in return before leaning forward in his tiny chair and said "meh. I don't believe you... I see we are going to get nowhere with this so one of you shoot him in the head."

Jack reacted instantly. Before anyone could do something Jack shot his left paw forward and grabbed the pen and stabbed it point first into the table in front of Jerome, then grabbed the back of Jerome's head and slammed it into the table. The pen punctured the middle of Jerome's throat going halfway in, Jack then lifted Jerome back up off the table and into his chair then yanked the pen out of his throat. Jerome shot his hands up to his throat to try and stem the blood that was gushing from it. As soon as Jack yanked the pen out he shot his right paw out and chopped Maurice's throat, quickly stabbed Maurice in the abdomen once, slammed his head into the table dazing him then Jack went under quickly stabbing him in the abdomen a second time. While this was happening Demetri scooped up Big and his tiny chair and backed away from the table as they both watched Jack work.

Jack then stood and turned to face Tony who was rushing him while pulling a handgun from his jacket. Jack rushed to meet Tony and moved Tony's right arm out of the way as it came out with the handgun, then he stabbed the pen halfway into Tony's left abdomen. Tony howled out in pain and Jack jumped back and shot his left foot out kicking the pen all but an inch into Tony's abdomen and when he doubled over clutching where he was stabbed Jack rushed forward again and twisted him around, wrapping his left arm around Tony's neck. Tony was now hunched over backwards the back of his head resting on Jack's right shoulder, and while looking Mr. Big directly in the eyes he then snapped Tony's neck.

Jack let Tony drop into a crumpled heap and then turned and yanked the pen out of Tony before turning back and facing Maurice. Maurice had fallen out of his seat and onto his knees facing Jack, he was still dazed and choking from the throat chop looking at Jack through teary eyes. Jack calmy walked up to Maurice's keeled over form and promptly jabbed the pen into the right side of his neck and then realesed it, grabbed the left side of Maurice's head, pulled him to the side a little so he was leaning more left. Then with all the strength Jack had he slammed Maurice's neck and the pen into one of the table's legs driving the pen all the way into his throat and snapping Maurice's neck simultaneously before letting him drop to the floor.

He did all of it in about 30 seconds. Jack then looked to Demetri and Mr. Big and said "Tada! *he flourishes his paws again* it's gone!" Jack then walked to the side of the table where his things were and returned everything but his P30L to their rightful places before scooping up his gun and saying "I told you I would make the pen disappear, I wasn't joking. Now, Demetri reach into your right pocket and give me the car keys." Demetri slowly reached into his pockets and retrieved the keys tossing them over to Jack that caught them one pawed. "Thank you Demetri. Now I have to go, places to go and all that. So it was a pleasure Mr. Big, and a parting word of advice. I just killed three of your mammals with a pen, a PEN. Imagine what I could do with a gun. Think about that before you try hunting me down again." Jack then speedily backed out of the restaurant.

*Ten minutes later*

Jack was driving the "borrowed" SUV like a mammal possessed. He was on his way to the secondary headquarters (which was really an abandoned warehouse) inside the Rainforest district, he would ditch and burn the SUV when he was halfway there and "borrow" another veichle to get the rest of the way there. Pulling out his phone while drifting a turn he dialed David who picked up on the second ring. "Jack where the hell you been! You went out of contact two hours ago!" Taking another sharp turn by drift Jack belted out "First it's NightOwl! Second burn James Dapper!" ... "Okay burning Dapper now." ... "Good! Now go to the disguise area I have five IDs out on the table read them off!" ... "okay we got a red fox named Harry Severin." ... "no, in fact no red foxes at all this time, new species." ... "ok that leaves a grey wolf named Marcus Oliver and an Arctic fox named Bandit Whitemaw." Shuddering at the thought of messing with his tail Jack quickly replied "one arctic fox named Bandit Whitemaw sold!" ... "ok done Bandit, gods that's a terrible name for a fox, and there's a black band of fur going right over the eyes! Jeez stereotypical much?" ... "David focus! I need you to grab everything we've recently gathered and all of my gear! My M416 is in the trunk of the car under a false panel! Once you've gathered it all burn the library and the car then get your ass to the secondary position!" ... "why what happened!?" Grinding his teeth a little Jack growled out "Big and his goons found me, guess that damn call connected at their end before I ended it." ... "shit, got it. I'll set the incendiary charges and then meet you at the secondary position, out." Jack hung up the phone and focused on driving.

*Perspective shift plus three days later*

Bogo pulled into the driveway of his home and sighed at another work day completed, he very much looked forward to the glass of bourbon he was about to pour when he got inside. Entering his modest sized house and closing the door Bogo flicked the light switch on...only for nothing to happen. Bogo tried again several more times and even attempted different light switches before groaning, the power was out. He was about to go to where the fuse box was when a voice called out "the power won't turn on unless I tell it to Bogo, and you know for a cop you're not very perceptive." Bogo's eyes widened in shock and he went to pull his 300L Magnum when the voice called out again from what seemed like everywhere. "Ah ah ah. I wouldn't to that if I were you Bogo. It's dark and you don't know where I am, I have night vision and you don't. You'd never hit me. So holster that cannon of yours and relax, better yet put it on that table by the door along with your tranquilizer. If I wanted you dead I would have shot you in the head already. So come sit down and enjoy that glass of bourbon like you do every night after work."

Bogo was hesitant but whoever and wherever this mammal was they had him dead to rights. So Bogo reluctantly unholstered both his revolver and traqulizer and did what the mammal asked putting them on the table by the door before hesitantly walking towards the kitchen. The instant he got to the island in the kitchen a glass full of bourbon came sliding across it from out of the darkness. Bogo grabbed it by reflex with his hoove and tentatively sniffed the glasss contents, the voice broke through the silence again saying "really!? I'm drinking from the same damn bottle! As I said when you first walked in if I wanted you dead I would have already shot you in the head! Now relax!"

Bogo didn't know why but he felt he could trust the voice so he took a sip of the bourbon and sighed contently as the liquid went down his throat. "See Bogo? No poison, just good bourbon." This time when the mammal spoke it didn't sound like it was coming from everywhere but just down the island where three barstools sat. At the middle barstool a flame from a match ignited illuminating the figures white paw and black suit, as the match moved up it was brought to a cigarette in the mystery mammals mouth. When the match reached the mammals face it was reveled to Bogo that the mystery mammal was an arctic fox with a black band of fur going over its eyes.

Bogo's eyes widened in surprise before the arctic fox simply flicked its wrist and the match went out. Bogo watched for the movement of the dimly lit cigarette but could not find it at the barstool when suddenly a lamp turned on in the living room fully illuminating the arctic fox siting in an armchair in the corner smoking a cigarette. Bogo was tempted to ask the fox to put it out but chose to say nothing. The fox said nothing but simply gesutured to Bogo's recliner, Bogo moved over to it and sat down and they sat in silence drinking with Bogo occasionally glancing at the fox. Once Bogo's glass was empty only then did the fox speak. "I bet you're wondering why I'm here Bogo. Well I'm here about Jack Hunter and your current chief Henry Ironsides. You see I was the one that sent you all of that information on Honorhall per Jack's request, he's quite alright in case you're wondering. Anyways I'm here to thank you for doing the right thing and to also give you these." The fox then pulled out a package identical to the one Bogo received the week and a half prior and handed it to Bogo.

The arctic fox then explained everthying that the package contained including evidence on Ironsides corruption and all the intel on the Prey Supremacy Society. Bogo listned intently to every word that the fox said, currently the arctic tod was explaining the last bit of evidence to Bogo. "This flash drive here contains audio recorded confessions of members of the PSS. Billy Goatson, Brandon Ramses, Bob and Steve Horncove, Michael Vladez, and finally Tony Venison. their confessions are to not only being members of the PSS, but the murders of Katherine and James Hunter and the attempted mammalcide of Jack Hunter. In the very same recordings are them giving all the intel on the PSS they have. I already took the liberty of omitting anything that was repeated during each recording. These recordings also testify against Ironsides and his corruption and affiliation with the PSS, this coupled with the other evidence should be more than enough to arrest him, so any questions?"

Bogo kept a shell shocked expression the entire time the arctic fox was explaining all of this and when he was finished Bogo had many questions but two were at the forefront of his thoughts. "First question Fox, you said you gathered this information and gave the information on Honorhall to me. So then do you know where Jack Hunter is? Is he safe?" The artic tod smiled warmly at Bogo and replied "you got a heart that's for sure. Yes Jack is safe. He's in me and my groups care, and he saw what you did at Honorhall. It was the happiest I'd ever seen him in a long time, he told me to express his graditude." Bogo internally thanked whatever gods were listening that Jack was safe and then pushed the darker question forward. "My next question is how exactly did you come by these confessions? Those mammals you named were all found dead with varying degrees of torture, except for Billy Goatson, and it was believed to be the work of a new serial killer. So is that you?"

The tod nodded a couple times before answering. "Yes I, hmm, extracted those confessions out of them. They should still hold up in court regardless. Besides they were members of the PSS and I told you what kind of group they were, plus they were the ones that murdered Jack's parents! I'm no serial killer, I was just getting the Justice that was robbed from Jack. As for Billy I actually don't know what happened, when I left I didn't torch his shop. Now what are the rest of your questions?"

Once Bogo got the rest of his questions out of the way and answered the Arctic tod layed out a plan. "Ok Sargent Bogo, your Chief Ironsides is holding a press conference in 48 hours to address the new serial killer. *the fox makes air quotation marks* This is a fear mongering campaign cooked up by the leaders of the PSS, they are gonna use Ironsides and their agents in the media and ZBI to paint a picture of a predator serial killer targeting all prey and spin it in a way to make every single prey in this city wary and fearful of every predator. What your going to do is wait until the conference starts and when Ironsides starts the mongering you step up and arrest him and any of the PSS members there, recruit only mammals YOU trust to help you. Once you cuff him you will give your own press conference exposing the Prey Supremacy Society and calling that the killer is really part of a resistance against the PSS made up of predators AND prey. This should completely shut down the PSS's attempt. Once you finish the press conference mobilize the ZPD to arrest the PSS mammals listed in the tapes, this should cripple them and maybe even wipe them out. I'm going to give you a number to call me after you mobilize the ZPD, alert me of the progress." Once the fox finished laying out the plan he promptly stood up and left, once he shut the front door the power in Bogo's home came back on.

*Perspective shift plus 48 hours later*

Jack watched from a television in his secondary headquarters as Bogo gave his own press conference exposing the PSS and reassuring the public that unless you were a member of the Prey Supremacy Society you had nothing to fear. The conference was about fifteen minutes in already and Henry Ironsides, several reporters, and two ZBI agents had already been arrested and led off in cuffs. Jack smiled recalling Ironsides look of shock and outrage as he was arrested on: Corruption, falsifying evidence, accessories to muder and attempted murder, accessories to child neglect and abuse, inciting violence, inciting discrimination, leading a violent extremist group, conspiracy to overthrow the government, and terrorism charges.

Jack would have been there in the flesh but he had more important matters than his revenge to take care of, and that was preparing for dropping in on the PSS's emergency meeting now that one of thier leaders had been arrested and their entire organization exposed. He had left the meeting out of the evidence he gave Bogo because technically since the Prey Supremacy Society itself had not been labeled a terrorist organization yet the ZPD couldn't arrest any of the mammals unless they had evidence the mammals committed crimes. So Jack would take care of every single mammal present at the meeting himself.

He was gearing himself up in full tacitcal gear. Wearing all black with a Kevlar vest and a Ballistic mask to protect and cover his face (which was up at the moment.) Jack had loaded all of his large mammal ammunition into every magazine he had, six 556L 50 round capitcity mags for is M416 and a 556L 100 round beta mag was currently loaded. The 50 round mags were paired in twos and connected with Dual Mag attachments and were sitting on the left abdomen portion of his vest. For his P30L he had six additional 15 9Lmm round magazines loaded and in a pouch straped to his left thigh with the gun itself resting in a holster on his right thigh. He had his Glock 26 in its holster in the small of his back with only two additional magazines attached to the holster itself and his Karambit was in its sheathe right below it. Jack had also had David procure a flash bang grenade meant for a Hippo to use, it was huge and he could barely fit his paw around the pin but it would do its job in blinding the mammals at the meeting so Jack could go to work and it rested in a small black bag slung on his right shoulder.

David of course had begged Jack not to do this and let time run its course for the PSS to be labeled as a terrorist group but Jack had listened to none of it snapping at David, "NO! I WILL NOT ALLOW THESE MAMMALS TO ROAM FREE! IF KILLING THEM PREVENTS A SINGLE MAMMAL FROM EXPERIENCING WHAT I WENT THROUGH THAN IT WILL ALL BE WORTH IT! MY LIFE AND SOUL WERE TAKEN FROM ME ALREADY! I WILL NOT ALLOW IT TO HAPPEN TO ANOTHER AS LONG AS I STILL BREATHE! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT DAVID! I DON'T CARE IF I AM REALLY TWELVE BECAUSE TO THE WORLD I AM AN ADULT AND I MIGHT AS WELL BE ONE!... It doesn't matter if you still see a little kit when you look at me because that's not what I am anymore, that's something I'm not aloud to be. If just one, one! If just one kit can be saved from a fate like mine then I would kill a thousand mammals, let alone a hundred give or take that deserve it..." Once Jack had finished exploding at him David Badgerton got up, grabbed his things, and quietly left with tears pricking at his eyes. It would be the last time Jack saw or spoke to him.

Once Jack checked and double checked that he had everything he exited the building and got in his new blacked out sedan, started it, and made his way towards the meeting at the abandoned warehouse in the Canals District. After the 45 minute drive Jack parked his car several blocks from the warehouse and surveyed his surroundings. It was easy to spot the warehouse as it was part of a trio of abandoned warehouses and it was the only one with the lights still on and one on the right. He also noted at the top each warehouse was connected by a metal platform and decided that it would be his entry point, it would give him perfect line of site into the crowd of mammals and allow him to dump the flash bang right in the middle. He also saw by looking down a set of binoculars that there were two rams currently up on the platform he planned on using but was concerned little, his P30L would dispose of them quietly enough to not alarm the rest. With his plan set Jack exited his veichle and began briskly moving towards the warehouse while in a crouched position.

Once he entered the middle warehouse undetected he quickly moved to the stairs and ascended them. Once he reached the top he moved to the door that seperated warehouse from platform and put his mask down. Standing up and opening the door while drawing his P30L he was met by the closest ram staring at him mouth agape, and before it could say anything Jack raised his pistol and put a round between its eyes and it dropped to the platform. The second ram turned around at the noises and when it saw Jack it belted out "what the fuck!" Before fumbling for a pistol in its waist holster. Jack double tapped that ram dropping it to the platform before walking over both corpses towards the other door.

Before Jack could open the other door though a yak opened it from the other side and noticed Jack instantly. Jack quickly shot the yak in it's right knee causing it to stumble forward and before it could yell out Jack snapped its neck before laying it slowly to the platoform and then dragging the body outside. Once it was dragged fully outside Jack entered the warehouse and looked to his right and left, after confirming no one else was on the inside platform Jack walked up to the railing and took in the scene below. There were about ninety mammals on the floor of the warehouse facing a makeshift stage and on the makeshift stage was ten more mammals. Listening into the conversation he deschipered that the ten on the stage were ranking lieutenants all vying for the now open position on leadership left by Ironsides arrest. Jack quickly decided they were first. Holstering his 930L Jack took the bag containing the flash bang off his shoulder and took it out, pulled the pin, and hefted it over the railing and sending it plummeting towards the middle of the crowd. It hit the ground right in between a giraffe and a hippo, the giraffe managed to get out "what the" before it detonated and all hell broke lose.

After Jack had dropped it down he had rushed back outside, shut the door and after seeing the flash from under it he unclipped his M416 from his vest and re-entered the warehouse. Jack raised his rifle and fired it full automatic in a sweeping motion across the mammals on the stage back and forth peppering all of them. Then Jack shifted to the right and began spraying down all of the mammals closest to and trying to exit the warehouse effectively blocking it before shifting again. He repeated the sweeping motions across the whole warehouse floor until his M416 was out of ammunition, once it was he just tossed it over the railing before unholsereing his P30L and making his way down the stairs.

Once he reached the bottom he began working through the warehouse shooting every single mammal in the head to assure that there were no survivors. He kept this up until his P30L was empty and no spare mags remaining before chucking it to the floor as well. He then continued walking around steping on and over bodies checking just to make sure there wasn't any mammals left alive. Once he reached the exit to the warehouse he moved the necessary mammals out of the way revealing a few that weren't shot in the head. Jack drew the Glock 26 and swiftly emptied all three magazines and then dropped it before shifting the rest of the mammals out of the way and exiting. He did all of this in just over 10 minutes.

*Two hours later*

Jack was dressed casually watching the news. They were still reporting on the "Warehouse Massacare" and only recently came out that all the mammals inside were members of the Prey Supremacy Society, the reporter Peter Moosenbridge stating "It would appear Sargent Adonis Bogo was true to his word earlier today when he said a resistance existed that was taking the fight to the until today previously unknown extremist group the Prey Supremacy Society. Details are now coming in that inside the warehouse were flags bearing the symbol of the PSS and bodies were being discovered to have the symbol dyed into their fur. This confirms the fact that this is no serial killer but a group of mammals fighting in a shadowy war, we here at ZNN will keep you informed. This is Peter Moosenbridge signing off."

As the reporter ended his well, report, Jack's attention was brought to his phone as it was ringing, picking it up he answered. "Bogo, it took you long enough to call." ... *snort* "well I have been busy arresting lawyers, attorneys, reporters, jailers, judges, deputies, the fucking DA himself! Some officers, a few more members of city council, and several other figureheads in city hall including the mayor's secretary who was trying to knife her when I arrived. Not to mention cleaning up what I can only assume was your groups doing." Jack chuckled a little and replied "yeah the cities really gonna turn on its head with this one. Not to mention be in chaos for awhile while new everything it seems is appointed. But it should be for the better, not to mention how much busier you will be when the PSS gets declared a terroist group. Oh and yes the warehouse was us."

*sighs* "well Fox you're right the cities gone tits up. But what's been accomplished today in not a bad thing but a great one, let the city stew in some chaos I say. It'll get mammals off their asses and start to change the city again! This will improve the city even more then when I arrested the mayor and half of city council four years ago! *sighs* "but there is one problem Fox." At that Jack sat up straighter and allowed his hackles to raise and tail puff out a little before replying "and just what is the problem Sargent?" ..."about declaring the Prey Supremacy Society a terrorist group, its been rejected by the governor of Zootooia himself. He instead declared the group a gang, so unless we find evidence for each individual mammal we can't do anything. I don't know if he's incompetent or involved but regardless you CAN NOT go after him. One thing he did do was pardon your group for the warehouse massacre, so we aren't going to be hunting you, but if you go after him all bets are off."

Jack dropped the phone, cursed up and storm and flipped the nearest table which luckily had nothing on it before scooping the phone back up. After a pause Jack ground out with a growl in his voice "sorry bout that, I'm back. So you're telling me the PSS is now labeled a gang instead of a terroist organization and my group can't go after the governer to get an explanation. You're also telling me that my group technically can't hunt them either or the governor will sick you and the ZPD on us?" ... "and the ZBI." Jack slapped a paw to his face and dragged it down before replying "and the ZBI. Great, just fucking fantastic! So that's what your telling me!?" ... "yes Fox, and I'm sorry. So what are you going to do now?" Jack weighed the options inside his head before settling on something incredibly stupid and replying "I'm going to make a deal with the devil."

*Three days later*

Jack stood just outside across the street from the Corelone Mansion. He was still disguised as the arctic fox Bandit Whitemaw and dressed in an all black suit again. He didn't wear his hidden blades instead they were hidden in hollowed out compartments in Jack's shoes, he'd retrieve them from their hiding places once inside. Jack had scheduled a meeting with Mr. Big under the premises that he was interested in "investing" in the Corelone family business and Big has accepted the meeting.

Jack began walking towards the gate and was instantly stopped by two wolves who proceeded to check his identity and search him for weapons, once satisfied the called into the house and Demerti Wolfgang came out to greet Jack. "Mr. Whitemaw it's a pleasure to meet you." Jack reached his hand out and shook the wolf's before following him inside. Once inside a ways Jack asked Demetri if he could be directed to a restroom before meeting Mr. Big, Demetri showed him to the nearest bathroom and once inside Jack relieved himself before popping of his shoes and retrieving his hidden blades before returning his shoes to his feet.

Jack washed his paws then quickly attached the blades and their Derringers to his wrists before exiting the bathroom and following Demetri again. Demetri led him down a hallway and stopped by a single door before opening it, inside was a huge desk and a secondary door to the right of it. Demetri told Jack "wait here" and went into the other door, when that door closed the door behind Jack opened and two wolves entered each taking a corner to the right and left of Jack. After about another minute the side door opened and Demetri re-enetered holding Big sitting in his tiny chair and placed them both on the giant desk, once Big was situated he spoke. "Meh, welcome to my home Mr. Whitmaw. I hear your interested in investing in the family business is this true?" Jack cleared his throat and stepped forward and speaking in James Dapper's voice he said "Not exactly Mr. Big, you see I'm actually interested in helping you invest in your families future." When Big heard Jack speak his bushy eyebrows raised at the similarity to Dapper's but looking closer at the large arctic fox Big spotted the scar on the left side of it's neck. Once Mr. Big realized this arctic fox was actually James Dapper Big screamed out "Shit it's that son of a bitch fox Dapper! He's in disguise shoot him!"

Jack once again reacted instantly. He activated the hidden blade on his left wrist and slashed the throat of the wolf on his left then activated the right blade and stabbed it into its chest pushing the wolf back before retracting it. Jack then turned and activated the QuickDraw mechanism of the left Derringer shooting it into his paw, as soon as the grip touched his pads he shot the wolf on the right in the head. The side door opened and a wolf rushed in handgun drawn, Jack simply shfited his arm and shot that wolf in the head too. Then while retracting the left Derringer he activated the right Derringer lifted it and shot Demetri in the shoulder as he was going for his gun. Jack then lowered the gun slightly and leveled it a Big's chest then yelled out "Big call off your dogs or the only thing left of you will be the wheels of your tiny chair!"

Several wolves burst through the door behind Jack but he paid them not mind he just kept his focus on Big. Big said nothing but simply waved them off before saying to Jack "well it would seem I underestimated you even more then I expected. Meh, since you haven't just killed me I take it you want something from me yes?" Jack nodded and replied "yes for now you to listen to me and your mammals to not shoot me if I holster this weapon. I would like to talk to you like civilized mammals without keeping you at gunpoint, and trust me you're going to want to hear what I have to say to you Mr. Big."

Mr. Big nodded and relied "meh, I will actuate your request. My mammals will do nothing to you if you put away that gun so we can speak. Right Demetri?" He said this last bit to Demetri who was clutching his shoulder, looking at Jack with narrowed eyes and growling, Demetri flinched a little, folded his ears back and shifted his tail a little between his legs before replying "yes we will not harm you Mr. Dapper, or is it really Mr. Whitemaw?" "For now and in the future just call me NightOwl or if you want to be formal Mr. NightOwl. I think it best of you don't know my true identity and I constantly switch fake identities as you can clearly see...I think you can leave us now Demetri and tend to your wound, sorry about that by the way, anyways there are three wolves right outside behind me if Mr. Big here needs help but he shouldn't unless he provokes me. Oh and Badgerton says hello." Was Jack's replying statement.

Demetri widened his eyes at the end of Jack's statement but before he could reply Big cut in. "Meh, Demetri Mr...NightOwl is right. Go tend to your wound and you Mr. NightOwl start talking." Demetri bowed slightly and left still clutching his shoulder and once the door shut Jack began speaking. "First I will tell you why I killed Billy Goatson. As I said before I did not kill him because of his ties to your family I killed him because he wronged me. You see he and five other mammals killed two foxes 8 years ago and burned down their home, they also tried to kill the foxes' son but he lived and I..found him. He killed them because he was told to by the leaders of the group he was a part of, if you had seen the news lately you would know what group I speak of, the Prey Supremacy Party. I killed him because of that and I killed the mammals he was with that day...when I was torturing him for information he revealed that him being friends with you and your family was a ploy, a plan to kill you and your successor and then take over the family. If you don't believe me I recorded the confession and will play it to you now."

Once the recording was done Big sat in silence thinking for a few minutes before speaking. "Meh, it would seem you are telling the truth. This is disturbing news to me, he was like family. But I suppose it was all smoke and mirrors to gain me and my families confidence...meh it is done I suppose, you are forgiven for killing him as it turns out he was an enemy...now something tells me this was not the only reason you sought me out in my own home correct?"

Jack nodded and began speaking again. "Yes it was not the only reason I came here. You see I am solely responsible for the Warehosue Massacare that was also in the news, I thinned the proverbial herd of the PSS and I had counted on them being declared a terroist organization for the ZPD and ZBI to be able to hunt the rest...but instead they were declared a gang so the authorities can do nothing unless they have evidence for every mammal. I am fighting a war alone and I just learned that my reinforcements aren't coming! The Prey Supremacy Society is a cancer that will destroy this city and subjugate its predators if they aren't controlled and destroyed, they crossed your family too so this is what I propose. Help me fight them by using your families contacts and reasources to locate memebers of their group, once you find them you capture them and bring them here for me to kill or call me and I go where they are and kill them it makes no difference to me. As long as they die, so Mr. Big will you help me fight them?"

Mr. Big was silent for several minutes before a smile that Jack did not like one bit crossed his face, he sat forward in his chair and then he spoke. "Fine Mr. NightOwl I will help you in your fight against the Prey Supremacy Society but on one condition, you become my assassin. I forgave you for killing Billy but what I have not forgiven is you killing six of my mammals, if you do not take this deal I will not help you and I will have you killed. That is my condition, take it or leave it."

It was Jack's turn to sit there in silence and think and once again weigh his options. After five minutes of thought Jack came to a conclusion and spoke. "Fine I accept these terms, my life was taken from me anyways. But I have some of my own." Mr. Big sat back in his chair and waved his paw before replying "meh, let us hear them and I will decide whether or not to grant them." ... "Firslty, I will need access to your armory, these two tiny things are the only guns I have left and if I'm becoming your assassin I will need guns. Secondly, I will only kill criminals, I will not kill a single innocent mammal just because they wronged you or some such, any mammal you send me to kill must be a criminal be it rival or some other criminal you just want dead. Thirdly, I want to be on payroll and payed well, as I said earlier Jack is in my care so I need to be able to provide for him plus if I'm putting my tail on the line I should be getting payed for it you helping me or not. I will also need access to all of the families reasources, contacts, and connections. Oh and there's one other thing, if you EVER refer to my mother as a bitch again I will kill you, your family, your mammals, and burn this mansion to the ground and not lose any sleep about it, got it?... So do you accept MY terms?" Big pondered this for a moment before replying "meh, everything you have just requested is not unreasonable at all... so deal. The wolves will take you to the armory." Jack bowed and turned to follow the wolves before hearing Mr. Big mutter something about getting better guards, pausing and turning Jack said "I have a suggestion about that...get bigger ones." Then he turned and left.

So this is how it went for the next five an a half years. Big would send him to kill rivals, common thugs, drug peddlers (Big had a hatered for drugs) any type of criminal he wanted dead. In exchange he paid Jack well and would find members of the Prey Supremacy Society and have his mammals capture them, bringing them to the mansion. Big's polar bears would sit the mammals in front of the pit in his office and Jack would enter and shoot them in the head causing them to fall into the icy water below. The polar bears would then cover the hole back up and Jack would exit, rinse and repeat.

Every time Jack would complete a contract he would burn the current identity he was using and adopt a new one, not a single mammal knew who he was or his name so he became known as The Reaper. But Jack had grown tired of it, tired of not being Jack Hunter, not being able to be himself and his own mammal, he wanted out. The Prey Supremacy Society was in shambles and Zootopia was in a better state then it had ever been. He had already helped Demetri Wolfgang leave the Corelone crime family during Jack's second year but it was time for him to leave as well. So he had gone to Big and Big had released him from his service no strings attached besides no longer tracking down PSS members, it had felt good, almost freeing. But at 17 Jack was only truly good at one thing, so he turned his sights to a nobeler path. He could not join the ZPD or ZBI because they based qualification on species...but the military didn't, they did it on height, and Jack met the height requirement... So he enlisted.

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Done! My fingers hurt! I expected this to be double the length, but what I wasn't anticipating was it being over FOUR times the length! Looking back I probably should have added the first part of this to prologue part one but I was so anxious to get the story out so I jumped the gun. My bad... this is why I need beta readers! It also doesn't help that I'm doing all of this from my tablet because my computer committed suicide. (not joking.)

anyways I had planned to include what the Easter eggs were in the prologue but I'm to tired so forget it, I might say them in the authors note in chapter one. But if you spotted them say em in the reviews and I'll tell you if ya got em right. Moving on.

For those of you thinking that I made Jack overpowered or some such you got to understand something. He spent literally SIX YEARS doing nothing but training, and he doesn't sleep... not to mention he has perfect memory retention. So he's actually not overpowered he's just right. Also if you think I made him too big for a fox I actually added subtle clues explaining why, I'll let you try to figure it out. On to the next order of business.

You probably noticed that throughout this I added things that might make no sense for adding like the Kyoketsu-shoge. But trust me I did it all on purpose so you're not confused later. Because I guarantee some of you looked it up after you saw it, see! be confused now so you're not later.

Finally, Bandit Whitemaw is the product and an OC of midnightopheliac and their story Safe Paws. Demetri Wolfgang is the product and an OC of Starfang's Secrets and thier story Embrace it. These OCs were used without permission (sorry!) if you wish for me to change them simply ask and I will do so immediately, I just wanted to pay homage to their (or if your reading this your) stories. Any other authors OC I use will be a minor OC and I will always give credit, also as I said if you wish for me not to use them *sad fox face* I will adhere to your wishes and change them as soon as I see the message.

Next time on A Father Figure! Jack returns from his memories and the story launches! Jack meets the Wildes and the epic journey officially begins! Stay tuned! This is TheConcernedF0X signing off! Until next time!