10 The Hunt Pt. II

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Okay, I actually wanted to release this last weekend but things got busy and this coming weekend is probably gonna be even worse so, here we go.

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Waiting until roughly 3 pm, when most classes are starting to let out, Lola gets ready to head down the street to her destination, all the while hoping that Jack isn't at one of the other locations.

After sitting and sipping watered down drinks for several hours and fending off advances from older than normal college age bucks and does, Lola finally pays her tab and exits, then makes her rounds at the other two bars that seem to be catering to mostly medium sized mammals and predators at that, so she gives up for the evening.

Finally, on the next night she's still hoping that Jack will show at the only bar in the immediate area that could possibly be his hunting grounds.

After once again sipping on very weak drinks for almost two hours, Lola is beginning to wonder if she's been wasting her time when she suddenly spots her quarry enter.

Even keeping her ears lowered and scrunching down a bit to appear not as tall as she really is, the doe is still very difficult to miss.

After working his way through the growing crowd, Jack finally arrives at Lola's side.

Sitting down, the buck motions to the bartender for a drink for himself and another for his intended target.

"Aren't you a little old to be here?" suddenly asks Jack, eyeing the doe.

"I could ask you the same question …" answers Lola with a touch of sarcasm.

"I asked first …" presses the buck

"College reunion," admits Lola "We beat the Jacks for the Triple A title a few years ago and so the team and I are planning a little get together. Your turn."

"Talent scout for one of the major pro teams." answers Jack. "I like to observe the talent when they're a bit more at ease."

Sure that Jack has noticed that her claws are painted different colors to begin with, Lola asks Jack "Watch my drink for me please? I need to use the little does room."

"Of course, hurry back …" the buck responds with a bit of a lecherous smile.

On the pretense of using the restroom, Lola was giving Jack the opportunity to make sure that her drink was properly spiked.

Returning to her spot, and stirring her drink with a claw, Lola notices the claw polish change color, indicating the presence of a foreign substance, obviously a drug.

Knowing beforepaw (beforehand) which polish changed color, the doe automatically knows which particular date-rape drug that Jack has used due to the color of the polish, and makes sure to allow the proper timing of the drug to work on her system (if she hadn't been prepared beforepaw) so she could properly mimic the effects.

Several minutes later, knowing that he'd never get his victim into his car, Jack manages to get Lola's keys and uses it to drive her to his motel room several blocks away.

Maneuvering the much larger doe out of her car and into the room was a chore in and of itself, making the buck work up a sweat before any fun began.

Dumping the seemingly out of it doe onto the rickety bed, Jack begins to disrobe.

After getting his suit jacket and tie off and his shirt unbuttoned Jack looks up and notices his intended prey fumbling with what seems to be a tube of lipstick.

"I can assure you, you will not need that my dea-" as he is suddenly shot in the chest with a small tranq dart.

"Wha …" is all the buck can utter before he face plants on the grungy carpet.

"Hello Jack, I've been wanting to meet you for a long time!" utters the smirking doe as she rolls the buck onto his back.

Easily picking up the now furious buck and sitting him in the closest chair, which fortunately is made of wrought iron, Lola removes several medium mammal sized zip ties from one of numerous hidden pockets of her purse, tying his feet, legs, upper body and neck to the chair while leaving his arms free.

"Allow me to introduce myself." begins Lola "I am Detective Sergeant Lola Bunnee of the Zootopia Police Department. Yes, I know I'm way out of my jurisdiction, and no, I am not here to arrest you.

"To begin with, the reason you are still awake and can hear me and still can feel everything but are unable to move or speak is because I darted you with a form of curare. The effects will wear off in around fifteen minutes, and in the meantime we can have a little chat without a bunch of unnecessary interruptions.

"As I said before, I am not here to arrest you, I am here at the behest of one of your many former victims, one Judith Hopps of Bunnyburrow. I'm sure that you may or may not remember her … grey doe, black tipped ears? Anyway, I am actually here to obtain your signature on documents that have been prepared, stating that you will give up any and all parental rights to any kits that she may have as a product of your nonconsensual sex with her – rape if you will. I'll leave you to think about my proposal while the curare wears off."

"I have no idea-" as Jack begins a tirade as the curare has gradually worn off.

"Jack, Jack, Jack …" comments Lola softly as she presses a finger to his lips "I have all the evidence I need to put you away for a couple hundred years, once paternity tests come back from your multitude of victims. The results from the rape kit of your last conquest here in town have already confirmed that you were her attacker. Blood tests also confirmed enough ketamine in her system to affect someone my size. And in case you were wondering, the ZBI provided me with plenty of anti-ketamine and other date-rape drugs to counteract the effects of the crap you put in my drink tonight." Holding up a paw "Claw polish that detects drugs, pretty cool huh?"

Ignoring the daggers that Jack is staring at her, Lola continues. "But I digress, and we're getting a bit off topic. As I stated before, these are documents indicating that you agree to forfeit any and all parental rights to any kits that miss Hopps may conceive due to your unwanted advances."

"And you actually expect me to sign this garbage? My guess is that this doe you talk about is already pregnant with my kits. There's no way in hell I'll sign away my legacy …" rants Jack.

"Jack, if I don't get your signature tonight, there's only one other option for you …"

"You'd kill me? Helpless, bound to a chair? Hypocrite!"

"Oh no, Jack, I'd never do that! I'll simply report back to my senior, Detective Lieutenant Nicholas Wilde, that you have absolutely refused to sign the documents."

"Yeah, and he'd do what?"

"Before I answer that, why don't you get some background info from one of your many contacts that I'm sure that you still have in the ZIA? Get some background on Detective Wilde."

Digging Jack's phone out of his jacket pocket, Lola drops it on the small computer table in front of him, just within his reach.

"Go ahead, call someone …"

As Jack begins dialing, Lola opens an app on her phone that copies the number, and then opens another to record the conversation.

"Yeah, who's this? How'd you get this number?" asks the mammal on the other end of the conversation.

"It's Savage, Johnny. You know damned well who it is, you've got caller ID."

"Wadda ya want Savage, I ain't s'posed ta be in touch with ya."

"I need you to look up a certain mammal for me. I need some intel"

"… Fine, but this's gotta be the last time. Gimme a name …"

"Wilde, Nicholas, detective, ZPD."

"Okay, gimmie a minute …"

After several minutes, the voice returns "Is that Wilde, with an E?"

Seeing Lola nod the affirmative, Jack tells the voice "Yeah, that's him, what do you have?"

"Listen Jack, this is a bad dude. Predator, red fox, Prior service … in the Teams … most of what I got is redacted."

"Do what you have to do, I need more info …" presses the buck.

"Okay already, give me a bit more time …."

Roughly ten minutes later "Okay Jack … you need to stay as far away from this dude as you can get. Like I said before this dude was in the Teams, code named Nightstalker. Lotsa black ops stuff. HALO qualified, demo expert, best sniper the Teams ever had, master of various forms of martial arts - paw to paw combat stuff, infiltration, all that. Laundry list of hot spots, especially the middle and far east. Silver Star, two Bronze Stars, shit ton of other combat ribbons ... fuck … Purple Heart with oak leaf cluster …

"Whatever you do, stay the hell away from this guy. I know you're a bad ass with weapons and in paw to paw, but you'd be like a kit compared to this dude. That's it, that's all I got. Lose the number Jack, never call again, got it?"

"… Yeah, I got it …" as a now open-mouthed buck breaks the connection. Looking up he notices that even Lola is having a difficult time processing the information overload..

After a few moments, Lola swallows hard and asks "Well, what's it going to be hotshot? Sign the papers or have Nick on your tail?"

"If this Wilde is such a bad dude, why are you here instead of him? And why is a red fox interested in a bunny anyway?" returns the buck.

"Nick is currently on another assignment that he couldn't get away from for the time being so I got the dubious assignment of hunting you down. As for his interest in the doe, you can ask him when you meet him … if you get the chance."

After thinking for several minutes, Jack decides "I ain't signing shit. I'm calling your bluff. This Wilde is either made up or has nothing at all to do with this case. Now what are you going to do?" an again angry Jack confronts Lola.

Retrieving another min-dart gun from her bag, Lola simply tranqs Jack again, then cuts all of the zip ties, allowing the buck to fall face first on to the grungy carpet … again.

"Well, since you asked so politely," she begins with a smug grin, "first I'm going to give you a little present. This might sting a bit." as she takes s small item out of her bag.

With the doe pinching the skin on the back of his neck, Jack feels a sting.

"This little jewel is a special microchip implant that you already know about since the ZIA developed it. No range restrictions due to satellite technology, the battery is good for roughly two years and if you try to remove it, it will instantly sever your spine, so I'd caution you to leave it alone. This is just to make sure that Nick can find you when he's finished wrapping up his current assignment." she tells him. "Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Good luck with that Savage."

Gathering her things, Lola has one more bit of information for the furious buck as she dials her phone "By the way, I'm calling the local special victims unit here in town, they've been waiting for my call. They're going to be picking you up in just a few minutes and holding you for what will probably be hundreds of unsolved rape cases between here and Zootopia. With any luck, you'll be locked away for a century or two. Without it, you'll be out on the street in a matter of hours where detective Wilde can get to you at his leisure. Enjoy the rest of the very short time you have left Savage …" as the doe exits the room, laughing.

Driving back to her hotel room, Lola decides that her best course of action is to quickly update Nick and Bogo on the evening's goings on as she's packing, then check out and head back to Zootopia. No telling if Jack will have enough connections in the ZIA yet to bail him out of jail. Best case scenario, he'd be in prison for several lifetimes, worst case he'd be out and on the streets in a few hours.

Logging into her laptop, Lola types up a brief description of the evenings events, promising to submit a more detailed report when she returns to Precinct 1.

After sending a copy to Bogo and cc'ing Nick, the doe logs off and gets her stuff packed up and settles her bill at the front desk.

Once on the highway, Lola calls Nick, knowing he'd answer, whether he'd been asleep or not.

"Yeah, what's up?" comes the slightly groggy voice of the todd.

"I sent you and Bogo each an e-mail detailing the night's activities …" she tells Nick.

"And?" comes the expected reply.

"No dice on Savage signing the papers. I left him in the paws of the local PD, but I have no doubt that he'll be out before the day's over tomorrow."

"And?" comes the now slightly agitated Nick's voice.

"He … called a contact in the ZIA, someone named Johnny, it's in the brief report. This Johnny managed to get ahold of an unredacted copy of your service record … damn Nick …"

"Yeah, I figured that that'd be your reaction if you ever found out. Anyways, back on topic Lola …"

"Yeah, right, right. Umm, Jack thought we were pulling a scam so he still refused to sign the papers, so I kinda left him with a little present!"

"Like … what?" is the now curious reply.

"Well, I still had a dose of my hormone blockers in my bag, so I told Jack that it was one of those exploding trackers that the ZIA likes to use on their informants."

"You what?"

"He's gonna get a really unpleasant surprise if he tries to rape another doe for the next six months or so. The only way he's gonna get it up is if he shoves a broom handle up his butt."

"Why you devious doe you …" laughs the now totally amused todd.

"Just so you know, I put two trackers on his car. One he'll easily find if he bothers to look at all, and the other is of those remote on/off jobs we got from the ZBI a while back. We can leave it off until you're well enough to track him down and deal with him then. But you gotta promise me that you won't kill him Nick. You made me promise not to, so now you gotta promise me that you won't."

"No problem, I promise. By the time I'm through with him, he'll probably wish that I did."

"That's none of my concern. I'll drop the remote for the tracker off on my way through town tomorrow."

"Okay, I appreciate the update. Be safe and I'll see you tomorrow." as the todd breaks the connection.

Leaning back into the seat, Lola can only wonder what Nick could do to make a fate worse than death …

Several hours and a phone call later, disgraced ZIA Special Agent Jackl Savage gathers his effects as he is released from the Vermillion PD holding area. Needing to take a taxi halfway across the college town to get his 325i out of impound did little to calm the buck's building rage.

Doing a quick walk around the vehicle, Jack easily discovers the first tracker, but fails to find the second one, even using the wand specifically designed to find the litt devices since it happens to be turned off at the moment.

Pondering his next move for a moment, Jack decides to change direction and head south for a day or two and lay low for a bit, just in case his mammal in the inside and that damned oversized bitch of a doe were both telling the truth.

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There are actually nail polishes out there that detect the presence of date-rape drugs, so this is NOT a stretch of the imagination. However, to my knowledge, there are no actual drugs that a person can take beforehand that will counteract date rape drugs.

AN: HALO – high altitude low opening parachute jumping.