Here is the 92nd installment. Nothing else really to add at this time.

Additional notes live at the end of the chapter, when they exist, so here is the obligatory, on with the show.

Sadly, I do not own and thus can claim no rights to Zootopia or its characters. They belong to Disney.

It continues…. Enjoy.

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Operation Wild Cards 130pm Zootopia time

Team Code: The Rank and File - part 1

Members:

Various verified and cleared members of the ZBI and ZPD Officers

Target: Rank and File members of the terrorist cells as well as other associated members.

Location: Zootopia and surrounding communities

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Senior Detective Andrea Wolford shook her head as she led a collection of five prison buses and ten officers towards an exclusive, prey only, private high school. They all knew that maybe one or two of the fifty students they were there to pick up were actually active members of the terrorist cells. Sadly, the rest were roped into it by association. Every young mammal on their list was a member of one or more of the after school programs being used as recruiting vectors for the actual terrorist cells. Because of the seriousness of the situation, every club member, active terrorist or not, had to be held until they could be processed and their actual status verified. Were they just members of a club, or had they moved into being actual cell members? Not questions the officers under Andrea needed or were even remotely qualified to answer.

Vetted officers blocked the two other exits with their cruisers as she and two cruisers full of vetted officers entered the schools main drive. The buses moving into position in the school's student bussing drop off and pick up area. The two actual school buses there were moved out of the way by the drivers of the prison buses. Both drivers of the school buses were arrested and found themselves cuffed and in the back of the first prison bus. Their names found on the not insignificant list of known cell members. They had been some of the actual recruiters who used their position to single out young as potential recruitment targets.

Parking in front of the office, Andrea got out of her unmarked cruiser and looked up at the school. The other officers, most in plain clothes, along with three ZBI agents parked with her and collected at the entrance steps to the school. Once assembled, they went over the expectations. Andrea was going directly to the office to locate the principal, with a ZBI agent for backup. The rest would secure the school blocking known exits and hopefully ensuring that no students were able to escape their net. Once the school was secure, they would work towards collecting the students on their list.

The group trudged up the stairs into the building splitting off to their duties with grim looks on their muzzles. This was not something any of them relished, but the city could not afford to let any active cell members get away. Most of the kits they would be picking up were unavoidable collateral damage in a war the city hadn't asked for or even realized they were fighting.

Entering the school's office, Andrea flipped open her badge as the pygmy goat behind the reception desk started to protest to her presence. Frowning, the goat huffed. "That's nice for you, officer, but this is a prey only school. So you are not allowed in here. You need to leave this instant and if you're lucky, I'll forget your name before I go to file a complaint. Whatever it is you want, want to ask, or think you are owed. You can send a prey officer to ask."

Andrea grinned, with teeth. "Yeah… I am not asking. I'm giving orders. Your policy means exactly nothing to me. We have a warrant and we will be executing it. If you interfere with that execution in any way, we are authorized to arrest you, and even shoot you if needed. So do, please, be the clearly specist piece of dung you are and give us an excuse."

The goat eyes went wide first at the show of teeth, then the threat. "You… What?"

The ZBI agent stepped forward, holding out the single page warrant. "Ma'am. Special Agent Ferrin, ZBI. I am afraid that, while a bit gruff, the detective is correct. The school already has agents and officers throughout blocking exits. You can either cooperate, or be arrested. So, do summon the principle. Please."

Andrea nodded, leaning forward against the counter, grin still in full force. "Yes. Please." Extending the please for maximum effect and show of teeth.

The goat picked up her phone with a shaking hoof. "Principle Bellweather, sir. There are officers here to see you." Putting down the phone. "He'll be here in a moment, ma'am." The goat was clearly terrified, and that suited Andrea just fine.

Andrea gave the agent a nod. "Excellent. Now. You, miss Chesterfield, are under arrest."

The agent had moved around the desk and before she could react to that, had her in cuffs. A moment later the principal came into the main office a scowl on his muzzle upon seeing the agent, a mountain goat, restraining the secretary. "What is the meaning of this?" He bellowed, approaching. Then seeing Andrea, bleated in rage. "What? What are you doing here, pelt! This is a prey only school. That means no predators, for any reason. You need to leave. Now! Or I'll have you arrested!"

Andrea just couldn't remove the grin from her muzzle. She was absolutely loving teasing the speciest pieces of crap. "Hello, Principle Bellwether. Any relation to former mayor Bellwether? Oh, and do keep up the specist insults. I'd love an excuse to arrest you while we are at it." Holding up her badge. "Oddly, you've been cleared of any wrongdoing and so, unless you give me an excuse, I don't actually have reason to arrest you. That said, given what your little sister did to this city, I also would not mind an excuse. So do. Please. Keep it up."

The principle's eyes went wide. "Uhm…"

Andrea's grin widened with a hint of a growl in her voice. "Don't run."

Agent Ferrin held up the warrant again. "We have a warrant, sir. It authorizes us to arrest a not insignificant number of your student body. Worse. It authorizes the use of lethal force against them, and any of your teachers, staff, and yourself, that attempt to interfere with that. As she stated. You have been cleared as not having anything to do with what your sister did, nor what we are here for. So don't give her an excuse, as I'm honestly not inclined to stop her."

The sheep blinked a few times, and then got angry. "What? The students? Explain yourselves?"

Agent Ferrin spoke. "We have a list of fifty students that we are here to pick up. All are members of after school activity groups that are fronts for prey supremacist terrorist cell recruiting. Recruiting that has been going on in and using your school and the insular, specist nature of it, to identify and groom potential terrorists. The fact that all the parents send their young here because it is prey only. Because most of them are on the same lists that are being executed throughout the city as we speak. So are you going to be part of the solution? Going to help undo some of what your sister helped fuel, or are you part of the problem?"

The principal closed his eyes in anger. "I opened this school after what Dawn did to try and protect prey young from the abuse a lot of them got in public and integrated schools. Sadly, it was abuse that anyone could see coming after what she did. I started it to try and work towards breaking the hate and fear by creating an environment that removed the fear so that we can teach the truth." Giving Andrea a hard look. "Actual truth. Our curriculum specifically highlights the violence of the rut, and how familial many predators are. Like wolves. That unless pushed, just like them, predators are no more prone to violence then prey, and perhaps less so because they understand it better and its cost.

You're telling me now that the school I built to chip away at that hate it has been used to fuel that same hate Dawn created? I know there are bad preds out there, but most are a decent sort. I hate my sister for what she did." His voice rose with righteous anger. "Things were actually getting better! And then Dawn, happened. I left that herd when I was twelve. I have been through a dozen herds, and every one I join, I end up finding the same, mindless, twisted, wrong headed, hate and fear I left my birth herd over. Who on my staff was doing it?"

The agent indicated the secretary. "Only three of your teachers are in on it as far as we know. It was her that flagged students, talking them up and pushing them to the appropriate club."

"Why so many students?"

Andrea leaned against the front desk, a smirk still on her muzzle. "Not sure I buy all that, but I'm more than willing to give you the needed rope. As for why so many students. Simple. If they are a member of one of the recruiting clubs, they are being detained until they can be processed. If they are not active members or deep enough that they are full members of a cell, then they'll get supervised release once everything shakes out. There is maybe five that are actual active members. All seniors. As far as we know, but we also cannot take any chances."

The Principle rubbed his brow with a hoof. "This is a nightmare. This destroys everything I was trying to do with this school."

Andrea's smirk crumbled into a deep frown. "You have no idea."

Deflating, the principal groaned. "Look. Despite what you may think. I'm not like that. Not like my sister or the rest of my family, and I really was trying to use this school and the inattention the parents of my students give them, to effect change. So. What do you need me to do?"

Andrea smiled again, though it had lost its malice. She could smell that what he said was the truth, at least as he believed it. "Not get in the way and open what we need so that agent Ferrin here can pull up what classrooms the various students are in. Help facilitate us retrieving them with the least amount of fan fair and disruption to the rest of your students. This is going to take all day, but the less disruptive we are, and the longer it goes before they realize what is really going on, the better for everyone. Maybe make an announcement that due to some drill or other, all students are to remain in their current class room. Maybe that there is an active shooter in the area, so the school is on lock down."

The principal nodded. "That is actually one of the things we train for, and it would give justification for the students being stuck in their current classrooms, as well as individual students being pulled out of class one at a time and not returning. You know. The worst part of it is. Those recent shooters. Ten of the twelve were prey. The press doesn't make a point of really highlighting that. Doesn't matter that two were mentally ill. The rest were not. They were hateful mammals and targeted others for not sharing that hate. If the press actually reported things fully, rather than trying to protect sensibilities or whatever their excuse is, maybe mammals would realize that the real issue isn't preds most of the time, but prey driven to do stupid and evil things by hate and fear."

Andrea nodded with a frown. "That, and mental health, as you state. Two of those were having mental health crisis and couldn't get help. The wolf that shot up the abandoned store was actually kicked out of a treatment center without meds, follow up, etc… The pack didn't know he'd been released until he'd already started shooting. Thankfully it was WildeHopps that responded. They recognized a mammal in need of help, managed to talk him down and tranq him. Got him into a program that isn't going to just abandon him after three weeks. It was a city-run facility that he was in before, and let a mammal that had no business walking the streets, go."

The principal nodded. "Yes. Those programs don't have the funding to actually help mammals with more serious issues and need more than a week of counseling. One of those failings that impacts all mammals. Prey and pred alike." Moving over to the PA system, the principal key'ed the microphone. "Good afternoon students. The ZPD has contacted us today about another active shooter. They are not believed to be in the immediate area, but as they are not sure where the shooter is, the school is going on lock down. All students will remain in their current classroom until the all clear is given, or retrieved by staff per protocol. Please use this time to catch up on work in the class you are currently in, as well as your other classes. As it is Friday, I might suggest that you could use this time to get any work done due this coming week, ensuring you are completely free this weekend. As always, I will update as soon as we know more. I will be around through the day to check on things or until the situation is resolved. Lunch will be delivered and teacher-led groups will be taken to the bathroom just as we have drilled."

The principal then looked up, releasing the mic button. "That should give you a few hours to do what you need." Moving over to the secretary's computer, he logged into it and pulled up the student roster. "They're all in their second period, and thankfully there are no PE classes until fourth. If you have a list, I can bring up what classroom they will be in."

Andrea watched carefully as he logged into the system and then stepped back to allow Agent Ferrin to take over and start marking down where the students would be. "So, you are serious. You really hate your sister?"

The Principle looked up and sighed heavily. "Look. I kept the name before I realized the weight it carried, or was going to. Now… Now I'm trying to make the world a better place like that damn rabbit says. I don't actually hate Dawn, just what she did and stood for. If anything, I feel guilty for leaving her behind when I left, but she was only a newborn ewe and I was twelve. I wasn't able to properly take care of myself, let alone a baby. I lived on the street for a year before I got picked up by KS.

I got rescued from a true horror show of an orphanage after more than a year there. They didn't even bother trying to figure out if I really was a Bellwether or not to get me home. I know they didn't because I checked later when I could. I also learned that dad knew where I was, and well… He was quite happy to leave me there, but KS never bothered to look themselves. I… I had friends when I was out, and not just prey.

The ones that saved me from KS and what they were going to do. You've seen the news reports. All the dung that KS has been found doing. I was in one of those. There were a dozen of us, pred and prey that got sprung from that orphanage. The preds had it so much worse in KS care, if you could call it that. But you have seen the reports I'm sure, maybe more than the news is reporting, and that's just the tip of that horrible iceberg. Really it was more like a prison with a side of torture, and yet the preds… They protected us all without regard for what we were, taking the punishments. In the end it was predators that got us free of that hell. I wish I could thank those foxes. Yes. Foxes. They were the ones that got us all out and away from KS. Made sure we all stayed in school. Got us in with families that could look after us and not seem odd.

The people that finished raising me. They were an interspecies couple. A coyote and his mate an ewe. I was put up as the nephew of the ewe staying with them for school. They lived on the edges of Happy town. I miss them. They made sure I got through school. Loved me like their own. It was the money they left me that I used to start this school. I may have been born a Bellwether and kept the name. But at this point, my desire is to try and undo what that family has done and write a new chapter for it."

Andrea gave him a skeptical look. "Foxes?"

Nodding, the principal smiled. "Yep. A red and a fennec. They knew what the world thought of them, but sought to make sure those of us that were not of a species looked down on for no reason could get a fair shake. The rest, they helped get set up in Happytown where they wouldn't be put down on just for their species. They had dozens of young mammals from dozens of species they looked after. Helped get them into homes. Found families to take them in. One that stayed with them for a longer while was this cheetah. They found an uncle, vetted him out because he was actually a cop, and then turned him over. I know they were good mammals because I was the one that did a lot of the leg work to make sure they were good cops.

Ever since then, and in creating this school, is try to create a place where I can fight against the old hate, fear, and speciesism. We're a high end school, so all the prey parents want to send their young here, at least part of that is because of how much they have to pay for their young to go here. It's a prestige thing. They pay endowments just so they can brag. The whole time I'm here trying to undo and mitigate the hate and mindless fear they're filling their youngs heads with. And it works, or it did, because they don't actually interact with their young more than they have to. That's why they send them here. I've been toying with the idea of an actual boarding school. Many of them would happily send their young to such a school."

Andrea nodded. "At least that was true until you hired her." Indicating the restrained and muzzled secretary glaring daggers at them all. "If you are really serious, you're going to have a lot of work to do to undo what has been done."

The principal chuckled darkly. "Are you kidding? For a school like this, to get raided and have a bunch of students picked up for being possible members of specist terrorist cells. I'll be able to double my prices and they'll pay them happily. I just need to be more careful about hiring staff. The entire success of the school in fighting against the very reason you are here is having staff that are on the right page. I suppose I got complacent.

But while the parents don't interact with their young much, they are aware to some extent of things. Especially if their young start pushing back too hard against the nonsense they spout. So we have to be careful and subtle. That's why we fight the lies their parents tell them with the truth, and structure how that is presented. We go into depth of the horrors of the Lanolin Priests. We address the violence of most prey species rut vs how predators do it, especially in modern times. We fight it with studies on all species and fight the stereotypes by highlighting facts. We teach critical thinking and how to do research and verify sources.

Were you aware that the shorter life expectancy of mammals like foxes, raccoons and such is due to their inability to access healthcare. They are refused insurance coverage, so they can't get proper health care, and even when they can see a doctor, the care is substandard, at best? This has been going on for centuries, so as species, they have been forced to select for health. If they had access to proper medical care, they would likely outlive all of us at this point.

It's things like that, information like that, backed up with evidence. We teach critical thinking, research techniques, and perhaps most importantly these days. We teach our students how to verify and fact check things, to not take things at face value. At least, we did when I started this school. Like you said, I'm going to have to review the curriculum and make sure we are still teaching those things."

The secretary grumbled from where she sat. "You still are. It's why so few, despite being in the programs for years sometimes, become full members."

With a smile, the principal nodded. "Well, that's helpful to know. Still going to go through things. Go through the teaching staff and make sure they are all on the right page. But if that is true, Miss Chesterfield, then while I'll still do the review, it'll be a lot easier. Oh, and you are fired, by the way. If that wasn't already clear."

Agent Ferrin spoke up. "Okay. I have all the classes marked and organized by floor. Let's get her…" Indicating the secretary. "...into the buses and then start picking up students. The faster we do this, the less chance we end up having to chase any of them down. Then we can go into phase two."

The principal chuckled. "Let me guess. Picking up a number of the parents?"

Agent Ferrin grinned. "Oh yeah, exactly that. A good third of the parents are on our list. The best part is, once the fact we're picking up so many mammals gets out they're gonna come running to grab their young and we'll be able to pick up many more than we might otherwise."

With the list reprinted by floor, something Ferrin did since he was on the computer and simply scanned in the list, used some OCR (Opitcal Character Recognition—A function most modern scanning and document software has to effectively 'read' a scanned sheet and convert the text on the page to something usable and editable.) into a spreadsheet and then did some trick to populate the output from the attendance system into the sheet. Leaving the list with Andrea and the principal, he took the secretary to the buses. Andrea and the Principal headed for the first room once one of the plain clothes corrections officers arrived.

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Over the next hour and a half, with assistance from the bus drivers, all of whom were vetted corrections officers, they collected the various students on their list. The principal would enter the room, collect the student or students. He would escort them to the back office where they would then be placed in restraints and quickly escorted out of the school and into one of the buses.

The corrections officer that had taken up position at the front desk was to give a signal when one of the parents arrived. Just as they were collecting the last three students an announcement came over the PA system. "Principal Bellwether, you are needed in the gym."

This being the signal that at least one of the parents had arrived looking for their student. The students were escorted away by the corrections officers. Once they were out of ear shot, Andrea turned to the principal. "So… I'm going to let you proceed me into the office. Then I'm going to follow in once their attention is on you from behind them. If any of them are on the list, I'll be arresting you as well. Sure, you'll be cleared, because you already are. But a pred officer with an axe to grind. Once you get released and get back to the school."

The principal smirked. "I can charge an extra few hundred a semester, especially if that cop is bothering me. Forcing herself into tours of the school. You wouldn't have happened to been in drama?"

"No, but I've done my stint undercover where scent is a rather important factor in fooling the target. Wolves can get as much information from scent as we can from anything else. It's why I believe you. Being undercover with wolves is a whole extra level. You have to be able to justify every scent. Every tail flick. Every ear twitch. So I promise, just like earlier, I can convince them of anything I want."

"Perfect. I'm sure you're wondering. After operating expenses and making sure the school is as high end as the parents expect, the profit of the school goes into a fund, which feeds a fund, which feeds into various charities. Especially the new one set up for Marginalized mammals."

A few minutes later, principal Bellwether entered the office to find four sets of parents yelling at the pygmy hippo corrections officer pretending to be the secretary. "Please. If you will all calm down. I can only call one student down at a time due to the lockdown. As again stated, we are on lockdown per the principal due to some ZPD actions. Please give me your names and IDs so I can confirm you are authorized to pick up the students, and then I will call them down. Ma'am. You were the first one here. Your ID please."

The very irate Ibex handed over her ID with a great deal of attitude. "Here. If Miss Chesterfield were here, this would not be necessary."

"As I said before, Ma'am. Miss Chesterfield is not here. I was sent as a last minute replacement. I do not know why she isn't here. It took the IT mammals several hours this morning to get me a working login so I could complete this morning's attendance." After typing at the computer for a few minutes. "Ah. Here you are. Okay. And your student… Greggory." Dialing the phone and holding it to his head for a moment. "This is the office. Please send Greggory Trullek to the office. … Thank you."

Giving a now satisfied Huff, the Ibex took her ID back. "About time."

"Again. I apologize. I'm doing my best. I know only that the agency said that I might have to fill in for a while." Looking to the next set of parents. This a pair of sheep. "Sir. Ma'am. Your ID's." Holding out a hoof and refusing to acknowledge the principal as he stood behind them, having slipped in from the side.

The two sheep glared at him but nodded and handed over their ID's. He made another show of pulling up the information and then calling for the students to be sent to the office. He repeated the performance for a second pair of sheep and then a Sika deer buck. Looking past to the principal. "Ah, Principal Bellwether. …"

"Hello. What is the issue, if I might ask."

The ibex rounded on the principal, their placated anger flaring. "How can you not know what is going on‽ You went into lockdown after all! Prey across the city are being picked up and arrested. Just being grabbed off the street. At least a dozen have been tranq'd and three have been murdered by ZPD officers without warning or justification. I have contacts in the Forrest District. The prey ZPD chief has been arrested and turned over to the feds. Something about charges of nuclear terrorism! The ZPD is operating off a list of anyone that has ever been vocal against preds."

Andrea chuckled as she moved into the doorway, blocking any exit. "Not exactly, but that was a good guidepost to determine who to look closer at." Glancing at the corrections officer and getting a nod and signal that all of the parents were on the list. "I will now ask all of you to please stand facing the wall. Yes, that includes you, principal Bellwether. It would seem that you were, despite your claims to the contrary, closer to your sister than most believed."

One of the ram's spoke up angrily. "We will be doing no such thing, pred skank. You have no authority here."

"Actually, I do." holding up the warrant. "I actually have the authority to shoot you, if you resist too much." Glancing to the Ibex. "Probably what happened with the mammals you are hearing about. Got violent or something when the officers tried to pick them up." The ram snatched the warrant away and read it quickly, looking up at Andrea's toothy grin. "And please. I know exactly who you are. Make my day and give me an excuse to shoot your specist ass, assistant DA Grazerwall. Do take special note of who that is signed by, with a live signature."

The ram looked at the others. "She actually does have the authority. I… I've only seen one warrant similar, and that was the one issued for the mammal meat eaters a year or so ago. She doesn't have to give us warning, and can simply shoot us. I'd do as she says."

The Ibex let out a screech. "This is absurd. Pred or not, you're not shooting anyone. Not in a school, and not considering who my husband is."

The hippo corrections officer spoke up. "Ma'am, your husband is being picked up at the airport once he lands. The, what we assume he will think is an escort, is just there to take him into custody. Your assets are frozen. You are screwed. All the financial support, the providing of working space for terrorists has pretty much voided any political capital you think you might have. Your young have also been arrested. It's literally the primary reason we are here."

The Ibex looked over to the ram who had the warrant in hoof, and who had moved over next to the wall with his mate. "She's just one pred! We could take her!" Seeing the others pressing their foreheads to the wall, she let out a frustrated scream, put her head down and moved to charge. Before she could, the hippo reached over the counter, grabbed her by the horn and tossed her against the wall like a toy.

The hippo chuckled darkly. "It pays to work out. If you idiots hadn't already figured it out, I'm not a secretary." Pulling his weapon and leveling it at the group. "So do yourselves a favor and don't push it."

With the hippo and agent Ferrin, who had entered from the back office, covering the others, Andrea moved to the Ibex, checked her over quickly and then put restraints on her. The sika buck yelling at the hippo and Agent Ferrin. "How can you do this? You're prey!"

The hippo shook his head, an angry glint in his eyes. "Yeah, and I also don't believe the lies and crap you teach your young. I work in the prison system, and you know who the most violent prisoners are? Hint. It is not the predators. It is prey like you, creating gangs and going after predators for no reason. Predators in prison have to band together in gangs, or packs, for protection, and unlike the gangs created by the prey, even if someone doesn't want to join the gang, they're still protected. With prey gangs, it's join or be a target. Hell. I have seen pred gang members protect prey who didn't want to join the prey gangs.

Worse, or perhaps better, with the pred gangs, they actually hook up preds who get out with jobs and contacts so they don't have to re-offend. Your membership in a pred gang is only contingent upon you being in prison at the time. When you get out of prison, they do not want to see you again or hear about you other than maybe on the news running a successful business.

Prey gangs on the other hoof, demand fealty even after you get out, meaning you end up going right back in. The prison pipeline is almost entirely focused on predators, and yet it is the prey that are the constant repeat offenders. Preds, the majority of them, do three and four times as long as prey that commits the same crimes, because they are predators. It's disgusting. So yeah. Rut you bitch! Give me an excuse."

Ferrin and Andrea finished restraining the collection of parents who were then escorted out through the back office to the waiting buses. They quickly reset and waited. As expected, they did not have to wait very long, and very quickly they had a line. Ferrin and another prey agent acting as a gatekeeper at the door to the school, under the guise that they were in lock-down. He was given one of the school radios and explained when questioned as he paced up and down the line, that they were aware and were expecting the large number of parents. They therefore needed to control the flow to ensure no panic amongst the students happened by only doing one at a time. The various parents accepted it without question.

This of course let the corrections officer vette and then Andrea arrest the parents that needed to be. Those that didn't need to be arrested, and who's student wasn't already on the bus would be escorted out the same way, just without cuffs.

By the time the flow of parents stopped and the normal arrival of parents happened, they moved to stopping the incoming vehicles, confirming as they entered school grounds, and then directed them accordingly. Those not on any lists and with young not already on a bus were directed one way, those who needed to be arrested were directed a second direction, and those with young on the buses but not on lists themselves were sent a third direction.

Once all students had left, all parents that they expected to arrest were, and the teachers were allowed to leave as well, those that needed arresting having been, the buses were completely full and they were starting to worry that they wouldn't have enough room. Thankfully the last few parents were not on a list and didn't have students on a bus, and so were allowed to simply pick up their young.

Andrea saw the buses drive away and shook her head, overseeing the teachers close up the school. It would likely be closed for a few weeks, but open again soon enough. With any luck, the principal could parlay the whole situation into even more of the rich, specist prey, wanting to send their young somewhere exclusive.

She'd need to discuss with him later how they would best play her harassing him and the school. Something that wouldn't interfere with the goals of trying to break down the fear and hate, but fed the biases of the parents. The school was technically on pack land, so maybe they could use that in some way. Shrugging as the last teacher drove away and she got into her unmarked cruiser. Time would tell, and she still had to hit the precinct, put in her reports and then head back out to try and locate more. This was far from done, and there were thousands of mammals out there that needed to be arrested.

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