Alright, now the story reaching a pinical point, Jack's back! These next few chapters will cover Jack as he is on the flight to Afuristan, and a lot is going to happen so strap yourselves in.

to my regulars I have combined unknown employment and the message. they fit better together and save space.

Vince- *Picks up discarded Pitchfork, "then what's this then my good sir?" *inspects the pitchfork, "you know this is actually a nice one, I'm keeping it." Also, while Nicholas Wilde Hunter would be admittedly bad ass, we would miss out on Judy's famous "NICHOLAS PIBERIUS WILDE!" when he gets in trouble. Also further in the story something will crop up about the Hunter name that causes Jack to want to be rid of it. There's hints throughout the story. And yes Vivian's got A LOT of questions, but she's going to have to take Demetri's advice and take it slow or she won't get answers to any.

Goomoo- why thank you. It's great to know I'm not messing shit up.

Story time!

Chapter 10: Unknown employment

The plane was about halfway through its projected flight to Afuristan the C130 leaving at 10 am exactly, making it about 4ish back in Zootopia. Most of the CIA spooks were clocked out and thankfully had mostly ignored him once they saw Sally. Of course he got the standard looks of curiosity and at least one of disdain but those reactions were to be expected. What wasn't expected was the two CIA spooks still awake like him were hushedly gossiping about him, one being a female cheetah and the other a male grey wolf.

Thankfully at the distance they were they couldn't see his ears burning red. Because of his enhanced hearing he could quite easily hear their hushed conversation about what they would do to him if one of them got him alone, or both of them. And while most conversations about "getting him alone" would involve trying to beat him, those types of conversations wouldn't cause his ears to burn red. No these two particular mammals were talking about a whole different type of "beating," among other things.

If Jack had to guess they were having a sort of competition to see who would get the first crack at "getting him alone." If that was truly the case in Jack's opinion the grey wolf was winning, currently the wolf was being VERY descriptive of what he would do while also stating it wouldn't be a "fuck their brains out" kinda deal but more of a gentle touch. While the cheetah who had spoken first about what she'd do elaborated it'd be a "jump him and fuck his brains out" kind of ordeal. Honestly Jack was fine with both but preferred the former more than the latter.

The wolf now done with his description of what he'd do led to the cheetah conceding letting her friend take the victory. Then she spent the next five minutes pep talking the male wolf as he immediately became nervous of rejection among other things. Jack was fine admitting he was bi, he'd slept on both sides of the fence and while he had a preference for females it didn't keep him exclusively there. Of course it didn't mean he was gonna take either offers, but it also didn't mean he wouldn't. It had been awhile since he had last had sex, and having it nowish would help sate the winter urges.

So Jack decided he'd help things along and a see where things go as the wolf was also nervous of approaching him in general. Sally was still resting on his lap so he hit the mag release and pulled out the mag and unchambered the round in Sally and deftly caught the round in the air. He then snapped the round into the magazine and then put the magazine back in but didn't chamber a round. He finished it off by putting Sally back in the bag and glancing in the two mammals direction briefly making eye contact with both before laying his head against the seat rest and closing his eyes.

He figured the less threatening he looked the more confident the grey wolf would be, and it worked. With another minute of cheetah pep talk the male grey wolf gained enough confidence to approach him. Peering through a partially opened eye lid he saw the wolf stand up and begin to work towards him, stopping half way and looking back where he previously sat. His cheetah friend shot him two thumbs up that bolstered the wolf to go the rest of the way.

The wolf, still nervous stood in front of him seemingly debating how best to get his attention. The wolf finally decided by clearing his throat. "*ahem"

This caused Jack to open his eyes and look the wolf in his blue eyes intently and say "hmm?"

This caused whatever the wolf to say next to be forgotten and he stumbled upon his next words. "Yes, ah um..do you mind if I sit?"

The wolf then gestured to the seat behind himself where one of Jack's bags was sitting. Jack simply replied "no not at all, here hand it to me."

Once the wolf pawed over Jack's bag and Jack resituated it the wolf took the seat facing Jack. He then opened his maw only to quickly close it, blushing noticeably at his inability to formulate words in Jack's prescience, it was quite flattering. So Jack threw him a lifeline. "Quid pro quo, you start."

The wolf was at first surprised that Jack spoke but then quickly nodded. "So what's your legal name?"

Jack was a little surprised that the wolf asked for his legal name but considering the wolf was a CIA agent it wasn't THAT surprising. "Full name eh? Jackson Tiberius Hunter, just call me Jack. You?"

"Michael James Fangsworth, Mike or Michael is fine."

Hearing the wolf's last name caused Jack to whistle, the Fangsworths were an incredibly influential wolf pack ranking fourth in major pack hierarchy and they had a broad stance to help all canine species including foxes. Once he finished the whistle Jack said "Fangsworth? Damn that makes you practically royalty by canine standards, I'm honored." He finished his sentence with a flourished bow while still seated which caused Micheal to blush again.

"You know how to make a wolf blush, but it's not that big of a deal."

"Humph so you say Michael, but I'm a fox so for me it is. While the rest of society was kicking us down and spitting on us your pack was treating us with kindness, wiping off the spit and helping us to our feet. I'd wager foxes would have been in a lot worse place if not for the Fangsworths and I should know. Not to mention your pack threw a lot of money towards Sparrowtail Industries which has helped foxes more in the short time it was founded than in hundreds if not thousands of years. I know the CEO personally, and he said so himself that if the Fangsworths hadn't put forth what they did when they did we'd still be small time."

Micheal decided to switch topics and get things back on track. "yes it's a shame how your species has been treated, I for one though quite like foxes"

Jack just smirked at him and then dropped a bomb. "Oh I know, otherwise you wouldn't be over here... I quite liked the bathroom scene by the way."

Micheal practically burst into flames. "You heard that!?"

"Oh yes I did, I heard everything and not just what you'd do but your friend as well."

"Oh my..ah uh.."

Micheal went to stand and leave still a fireball of embarrassment but Jack snagged one of his arms. "Now now, I get it's embarrassing that I overheard your entire conversation but as I said, I quite enjoyed the bathroom scene. But I did also enjoy the rest, and I'm halfway tempted to take both of you up on those scenes you both so clearly, and vividly, depicted. So go ahead and sit back down, and let's continue the game we started so you can mull over what's going on in your head and have that blush start to calm down, otherwise I might have to get a fire extinguisher."

This caused the blush to take on a new tinge of red but Micheal did sit back down, both he and Jack looked over at Micheal's female cheetah friend who hade subtly shifted down the plane closer to them and was attempting to eavesdrop having spotted Micheal standing and the arm snag. Jack smiled a little and waved and Micheal just looked over at her and smiled sheepishly. After about another minute of silence he asked the obvious question. "How did you overhear me and my friend? We were halfway down the plane and whispering!"

"I for reasons unknown to me, have heightened senses. My hearing capabilities are on par with the average rabbits, maybe even slightly above which is why I heard every little detail you said. My sense of smell can make some wolves jealous, and my eyesight could easily be compared to a bird of prey. Oh and I also have enhanced reflexes."

Micheal's blushing inferno had gone down some and a look of impressed was on his face. "...well I'm jealous. You seriously don't know why though?"

Jack shook his head and shrugged. "I mean I have theories as to why but no concrete proof, even doctors can't figure it out."

"Huh, well..wait did that count as my question?"

"..nah. That was general follow up to my answer, go ahead and ask another."

"alright, hmm...oh! Just what are you to the CIA? I don't recognize you or your name from the personal files."

This caused a look of surprise to appear on his face. "CIA? I'm not in the CIA."

Micheal gave a look of surprise to match. "You're not CIA?"

A shake of the head.

This caused Micheal's eye to narrow and his tone to change. "Then how the fuck are you on this plane? This C130 flight was designated for the transport of CIA personnel ONLY."

Micheal's change in down surprised Jack causing him to lean back and reply "What are you talking about Michael? After I reported in Major Daggermane told me to board the C130 marked ZDF4137. This is C130 ZDF4137."

This caused Micheal to growl in frustration and stand muttering "I'll be right back."

Jack watched as Micheal walked towards where he was previously sitting, holding up a paw to his cheetah friend when she started to say something, which caused her to shoot a murderous glare towards Jack, which if he was honest with himself, made him wary to make her mad. Micheal grabbed a backpack situated under his seat and then returned to where Jack was. Once Michael was seated he took out a sat phone and military grade laptop and began dialing on the sat phone. Jack went to ask what he was doing when Micheal shot up a paw telling him to be quiet.

Micheal finished dialing the number and put the phone to his ear, looking Jack in the eyes for the first time since he got up and left. The line connected and Jack could make out the conversation on the other end.

"HardWood Military Affairs, how can I help you?"

"Yes this is Special Agent Micheal Fangsworth, CIA. I need you to connect me to Major Daggermane immediately."

"Ok hold please while I connect you."

Jack was curious about what all this was about and a great deal of confused, he was instructed to board this specific plane, but the plane was meant for CIA personnel only? Jack was many things, but a member of the CIA was not one of them...or so he thought.

After a moment the line connected. "This is Major Daggermane."

"Ah Major. This is Special Agent Fangsworth I.."

"Fangsworth!? What the bloody hell are you doing calling now!? You're still on the damn plane! What reason could there possibly be for you breaking protocol and calling me right now!?"

"Sir. Sitting across from me is one Jackson Tiberius Hunter, who, according to him, is not a member of the CIA. Yet, you instructed him to board this plane meant for CIA personnel only, why?"

"Jackson Hunter? What the hell are you talking about!? He IS CIA! I'm looking at his CIA dossier I was sent right now! That's why he's on that bloody plane!"

Jack felt like he got punched in the face. He in all of his life, had never been so surprised or confused. He was NOT a member of the CIA, yet there was an official dossier that said otherwise? He was so very confused, and the feeiking of being punched in the face came from the look Micheal sent his way. But before Jack could open his mouth to say anything Micheal spoke into the phone again.

"Well Mr. Hunter here has vehemently stated that he is not in fact CIA and has about thee most confused expression I've ever seen on a mammal, so care to explain?"

"Gods damnit for the love of Mother Lion! He's a great actor then because HE. IS. CIA. And he's probably not telling you because it's above your security clearance!"

"Bullshit Major! I have C4 security clearance and!.."

"His security clearance is a whole letter grade above yours! His is B4!"

"What!? How!? I am.."

"Can it agent! I'm done bloody discussing this! I'm sending you his dossier electronically and you'll receive it in a moment! Goodbye!"

Micheal, once the line disconnected, slowly pulled it away from his face and set it down on the seat next to him, and then looked Jack in the eyes. Jack for his part was extremely unsettled, and part of it came from the look Micheal was giving him, he didn't like it one bit and wished to never see it again. But most of it came from the fact the an official dossier said he WAS CIA when he wasn't, and that he apparently had a extremely high security clearance.

Jack felt he should say something but as he opened his maw to speak Michael shot up a paw and said harshly, "Not. One. Word. Not a single word Jack. You will say absolutely fucking nothing until I read your dossier. Then, you will drop the fucking act and tell me the truth. But until then not a. Single. Word. Keep. QUIET. I don't want to hear a single thing from you." Jack thought the look was bad, the harsh tone was so much worse. He wished to experience neither again. But he did as he was told and shut his maw.

Micheal opened up the laptop and after a few clicks began reading Jack's official dossier out loud. "Official CIA documentation, Jackson Tiberius Hunter...Codename:..NightOwl. Species: Fox, Red. Age: Told at agents discretion? Height: 5 feet six inches. Weight: 135 pounds. Agent status: ACTIVE IN RESERVE. Security Clearance:...B4...Missions:...what the!? REDACTED, CLASSIFIED, A4 Security Clearance required!? Official Designation: Classified. Employment time: Classified. All other miscellaneous and otherwise important information: Classified.

Michael now done reading Jack dossier looked sharply up from the laptop and growled out "Jack what the hell is this!? You better explain yourself, NOW! No lies, no bullshit, just the truth. Because I swear to all of the gods if you say you're not in the CIA I will punch you in the face! So talk."

Jack for his part didn't know what to say, he really had no clue. He wasn't in the CIA and that was the truth, but an official dossier stated he was.

"David couldn't have arranged this because he doesn't have any high ranking contacts in the CIA, and besides if he did he sure as hell would have told me. Demetri maybe could have gotten strings pulled, but again he would have told me. So what the hell is this because I have had zero involvement with the CIA, well besides doing a short hack on their database that pulled all of the files on criminals they had, but that's besides the point. No one knew who I was under NightOwl...and damn it that's another thing, they know my codename and tied it directly into the dossier. The only people who knew that I called myself NightOwl and know my identity once again ties only to Demetri and David, I never told Mr. Big or anyone else there who I really was. I guess I should count myself lucky whoever has made this dossier didn't put what the news outlets called me, The Reaper, or Michael here probably would have caught on. And damn it he's still waiting for me to answer but I got just as many questions...I'll just have to go for full honesty and hope he believes me."

"Look Michael, I'm telling you the absolute truth! I. Am. Not. In. The. CIA! Official document or not! That dossier said age told at agents discretion right? Well I'm nineteen Michael! Nineteen! I can't even put in an application to the CIA, let alone be a full fledged agent with a super high security clearance! Someone somewhere somehow has pulled some major strings to say I'm in the CIA and I don't know why! I swear on Karma I don't know what's going on! I really really don't! You don't have to believe me and you can even hit me but it's the truth."

Michael just sat there quietly for a few minutes, staring at Jack trying to figure out if he truly believed him or not. During that time Michael's cheetah friend had moved even closer so she could very clearly hear the conversation going on between them. She had heard them when either raised their voices and the subject matter vexed her, and her being an agent meant it of course garnered a closer look. Finally it seemed Michael came to a conclusion.

"Hmph fine I believe you, I think. Simply because of your age, which by the way you don't look at all. I figured you for early to mid twenties at the most. But that's besides the point, the point now is who and why. So before I decide to put this ordeal behind me, save it for another day and go back to our quid pro quo session for ah...(Michael blushes a little and scratches the back of his neck), you know...do you have any ideas on who could have done this?"

Jack nodded twice and replied "I know of only two mammals who could maybe have done this. One is, well I guess my father figure David Badgerton. He kinda raised me for awhile after my parents died and he is ex-special forces, but also the least likely option. The other is my old friend Demetri Wolfgang, CEO of Sparrowtail Industries. He has a lot of pull, so perhaps he could have done this, but I don't know because I feel like he would have told me so stuff like this wouldn't happen."

Michael mirrored Jack and nodded twice as well before replying "Yes I'm pretty sure they would. Which definitely deepens the mystery, I..."

He wasn't allowed to finish when his laptop pinged very loudly stopping him short. Tilting his head and looking inquisitively to his left at the laptop he muttered "hmm that's interesting."

Opening up his laptop his confusion increased as he read was caused the ping, an email that had only one part he could access that simply said,

"This message is for Special Agent Hunter, Fangsworth I will know if you access it, and then you will be tried for treason. This information is classified to you and only agent Hunter can disclose it if he so chooses. E."

Head still tilted he looked up to Jack and said "uhhh, it's for you Jack."

Jack for his part had an eyebrow raised as Michael picked up his laptop and began reading whatever it was, now the other eyebrow joined the other and his eyes widened in surprise at Michael's statement.

"It's for me? From who?"

Michael shrugged, "it only says E. my best guess is the ZIA director Gregory Elkerton. But you won't find out till you read it, the message is only meant for you; only a small portion was for me and it basically said don't read your portion. So here you go read away, hell maybe it even has some answers in there for you."

Jack hesitantly took the laptop from Michael and looked at the message. After a movement he asked a question. "Uhhh how do I open it?"

Michael facepawed and replied "my bad, apparently it's paw print coded, just put one of your finger pads on the scanner and it should open."

Jack did just that and after a moment the message opened.

"Jackson Tiberius Hunter, a.k.a NightOwl...a.k.a The Reaper. Yes I imagine the surprise you must be feeling, and showing. So many identities, so many disguises. How was I discovered? may be at the forefront of your mind. After all you were so very careful to keep your identity kept a secret...I must admit the fact that you started your journey to become one of the deadliest criminal assassins on the planet at the age of twelve to be quite amazing; but then again you are a remarkable mammal. Stabbed in the neck, left to burn in your family home, to escape that alone is just amazing. But then being sent to an orphanage on purpose by the head of a then unknown fanatical cult, just to endure endless torture until a miraculous escape and then on the way out taking evidence to incriminate the head mistress...just incredible."

Message continues. "Now I'll reassure you now. No one but me knows just who you are. To the other directors and the head of the C.I.A you're my asset that I used to take out high value targets I deemed a threat to Mammilia, sure it put some heat my way because in their eyes I overstepped and I also refused to disclose info about you. But in the end we're both safe because I stopped a whole lot of bad things from happening through you and in doing so it got me into the chair I'm in now. Now before you go and get all irrational and angry I could have arrested you for who you really are and still be on the same damn chair I'm in now so you should consider yourself lucky. They have no idea that you ALONE, and not some group were solely responsible for the PSS Warehouse Massacre and all of your actions before that. Just me and the governor because I needed his backing, especially when I put the pieces together and learned he'd essentially pardoned YOU, and you alone."

Message continues. "Now I'll admit I do have a six year gap that occurred after you escaped the orphanage, which must have been you training for you were going to do. I have some ideas naturally two buildings exploded and both correlated with a big fox with a scar on his neck. First showing up at Big's Place killing three before escaping apparent capture and an abandoned library exploded shortly after in Happytown, and then at Big's mansion again killing three and then going into Big's employ, shortly after a Warehouse in the Rainforest District also exploded. Only difference is the particular fox was an arctic. Everything else was identical. That's when I first learned the name NightOwl, and as you've probably figured out by now I learned of you due to a plant I had in the Corleone Crime Family, a simple maid but around maids mammals tend to ignore them and talk. And you became quite the sensation in that mansion and she was able to learn about all the mammals you killed and then told me."

Message Continues. "That's where I saw an opportunity as a low level agent, and started saying that you were an asset of mine killing on my order. The problem was no one, absolutely no one knew who you really were. You changed identities and disguises after every trip/kill. All I had to go on was this: Medium sized canine. Large fox, big coyote, smallish wolf? 2 to 3 inch long Horizontal scar on left side of neck, clean, probably by a blade. Age early twenties. That's all I had so I started searching...and found absolutely fucking nothing. I was vexed, wracking my brain to figure out how I got nothing. I got frustrated and did a bunch of things including the age search from 1 year old to 100, and I got one. Single. Hit..You. A medical report at Zootopia General. Saying Jackson T. Hunter, red fox age 6, son of recently deceased James and Katherine Hunter from a house fire, came into the hospital with a horizontal wound on left side of neck reported to be caused by a piece of glass (which we both know is bull). Then your public file at Child Services showing you were indeed in the system. Then nothing. But remarkably everything, sort of matched. You disappear after escaping the orphanage and then six years later boom you show up in some files sent anonymously so a Lieutenant Adonis Bogo with all this evidence you apparently grabbed before leaving the orphanage along with a whole slew of information. And then I take a good look at you, very large fox with a 2 to 3 inch clean horizontal scar on the left side of the neck."

Message continues. "and I can't believe it, but there's no other option so I keep a close eye on the name Jack Hunter and on the mammal known as both NightOwl and the Reaper, and all the sudden right around the same time NightOwl leaves big empty Jack Hunter, I.e you, resurfaces applying for the military. Then I watch as you breeze through everything like it was nothing and then I was finally convinced. So I updated the file I had and let them know who you were, kinda. I got you the official dossier, the high security clearance the day you graduated. Now as long as mammals don't dig and you back up this cover I'm about we both stay in the clear. You will use this cover for anyone below your security clearance and your loved ones, do this and I stay in my chair and you stay out of a federal prison on death row. Here's your cover, after escaping the orphanage you became a vigilante, and to save you I made you an agent. You can use you taking out the Sharpfang brothers as a reference start maybe. I won't help you anymore with it I'll leave it in your capable hands. You may be wondering why we wouldn't just use what I've told everyone and the answer is they won't and don't dig, their to lazy now that they're in their high chairs. Others, like Special Agent Fangsworth, will. This I believe is the easiest and safest option for you. So now you know the stakes. Any questions you can do in person. Z.I.A Director Gregory Elkerton." End message.

Stories getting juicy now ain't it? Well at least I think it is.

So this arc is going to be broken up into three parts as it is huge, so bear with me here.

I also must mention that I am a college student so I can't dedicate all my time to writing so yes, the process is sadly slow. But I won't keep making you all wait a month and I had only realized it's been that long thanks to ActivistMoon (cheers.) so it's literally just now that I'm deciding to split the chapter like I should have done with part two of the prologue. So appreciate y'alls patience with me and remember I WILL NEVER ABANDON THIS STORY UNTIL ITS DONE...unless I die of course.

This is TheConcernedF0X signing off! See ya next time!