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James sat in the office with Bogo and his father. The buffalo was furious, but he kept his tone even as he spoke. "That was reckless of you. Both of you. I had expected better of an officer of your rank James. And you Mr. Howl, I expected you to understand the danger your daughter posed to the populous, and yourself. You both caused the endangerment of officers and civilians with your little stunt. Now what do you have to say for yourselves?"

James was biting his tongue, thinking carefully on his words. But it was his father that spoke first. "If you had one chance. Only one chance to save your child... what would you be willing to do? All I wanted was to see my daughter. I was never a good father. I just wanted to see her and know she was alright," the wolf said. Bogo rolled his tongue in his cheek a bit before closing his eyes and letting our a groan as he put his hooved fingers over his eyes. He rubbed his face before putting his hand on the desk.

"I see your point sir. But I am asking you to see mine. Your daughter has caused more damage to this city than you will ever know. She has assisted multiple criminal families in obtaining information to expand and continue their illegal operations. She uses violence and weapons like toys and she has caused serious physical harm to multiple officers, INCLUDING YOUR SON!" Bogo hadn't intended to scream like that, and once he did realized how bad of a decision it was. Mr. Howl recoiled as James barked at Bogo. The buffalo blew a heavy snort, but understood that James was very protective of his aging father. The water buffalo sat up straight and took a deep breath.

"Apologize..." James growled. Bogo's eyebrows about flew off his head as he looked at the wheelchair bound wolf in both surprise and indignation. "Excuse me?" he said as he took a moment to look the wolf over. James had a lip curled up and a glare in his eyes. A look Bogo had seen many times before on detainees. "I said... Apologize. You will apologize to my father right now," the wolf growled. Mr. Howl reached over, putting a paw on James' chest to hold him back.

Bogo stood slowly and leaned over the desk. "Stand... Down." His voice was a coarse whisper, barely controlled. He knew why James was so angry, but at the same time he refused to take this kind of talk from anyone. James barked again, following it with a rather vicious growl. Bogo could see the wolf was beginning to foam at the corner of his mouth. He was about to reach for the alarm when James yelped and bent over in the chair. He gasped for breath through the pain as he put a paw on his back. Bogo moved around the Desk and knelt beside the wolf. He was almost in tears. Bogo bit his lower lip before nodding and moving to his desk. "Clawhauser, call up a medical team to my office. Detective Howl is in need of medical assistance." Taking a moment to sit on the desk, he just watched the wolf as his father tried to calm him down.

Elsewhere, Jillian was looking down the scope of her rifle. She was looking at a lioness that was leaned against a wall. She was a dealer for Sahara family, and her clients were running late. Jillian had already made certain they would never make the meet up. The wolfess had slashed their tires and knocked them out cold. She was just waiting for the lioness to take a step out of the alley. She had purposefully gone after this mammal first. The reason was simple. Cut off the cash flow to one station and the mammals running it would want to know why. The wolfess was in a high window of a hotel, and had made a sound suppressor out of a plastic bottle. It would only work once, but it would deaden the noise enough that no one would really get a line on her as the shooter.

As she watched the lioness in her scope, she noticed the female growing more impatient. The moment Jillian had waited for arrived. The lioness stepped out of the alley to look around for the car. Jillian took a deep breath and held it as her claw rested on the trigger. She began to squeeze slowly, waiting as she made certain the wind was still blowing the same direction. After assuring herself it was she narrowed her sight on the lioness' head and slowly squeezed the trigger. The heavy boom of her 45-70 was only partly muffled by the bottle as it blew the end out. But Jillian knew what happened. The fine red spray hit the walls and pavement behind the lioness before the sound ever reached street level. The large hole where the feline's left eye had been a half second earlier leaked blood and brain matter as she fell back with a wet thud. The screams rang out as Jillian pulled herself back in and closed the window.

She dismantled the rifle and had it back in its case in under a minute. Sliding the case under the bed, she moved to the shower. Stepping in she started the water and let it run. Stepping inside, she began to wash her mane. There was little to do but get cleaned up, and pretend she knew nothing. Hotel security would be by in a few moments to check on all the guests. She was certain her face would be on a wanted posted, but with a little make up and a new dress she could hide who she was from them for a while.

As she was pulling her bra on, there was a heavy knock on her door and a voice yelled that it was hotel security. She opened the door and looked surprised to see a pair of camels looking down at her. They questioned her on if she heard anything or saw anyone suspicious. She told them she had been enjoying a long shower, but that she thought she heard a heavy thud from the room above hers. The camels bought it hook line and sinker, rushing to check the room above. Jillian was immediately back in her room, getting into her new blue evening dress. She slid it on and then opened her make up bag. As she began to apply her make up, she heard the sounds of security bust into the room above. No one was there, and they likely would never find any evidence there. That would buy Jillian a couple days to get the evidence out of the room and clean the window of any trace evidence.

After making certain her look was perfect, she headed out into the hall and then down to the lobby. She moved to the hotel bar and sat to enjoy a few free drinks. It was as if she were a very important wolfess in from out of town. Letting her accent show more, she made a show of acting like she was high class and well to do. It garnered her many a jealous or amorous look, and she pretended to eat it up. As she was finishing her drinks, she saw the police arriving. They went right to the elevator and she watched it rise up. Hotels like these prided themselves on their glass elevators. The officers went right up to the floor above where she was staying. She smiled inwardly as her face showed a mask of confusion and concern just like all the others around her.

Satisfied she was putting on the proper show, she moved toward the elevator and rode up to her own room. Arriving, she moved to her door and entered quietly. One target down, over a dozen more to go. She left the lights in her room off as she looked down at the scene. She could already tell this was going to be a media nightmare for the police. First the incident in the club, now a sniper attack in the busiest section of Sahara Square. Public opinion was beginning to dip and Jillian knew that would force the officers that were working with the families out into the open. Bogo would likely lose his job, which suited her fine. She never liked him, always so up tight and opinionated.

As she took off the dress, she heard the knock at the door. Her eyes cast a glance to the bed, where her jacket lay exposed. She moved to it, pulling out one of her tranquilizer pistols. As she came to the door, she looked out through the peep hole. She could see Kevin standing there quietly with a shopping bag and wearing a rather nice looking jogging outfit. As she opened the door and let him in, she was acutely aware of the scent of a new cologne, and the smell of what might be fish coming from the bag.

Kevin waited for her to close the door and moved to the table in her room. Setting out the bag, he pulled out several sandwiches. She licked her lips and came to the table. Leaning back into a chair she looked at him as he offered her one. Taking it she tanked him and opened the wrapper. "So, nice shot..." Kevin said softly. Jillian waved a paw in the air like it was nothing and went back to chewing on her bite.

"That was reckless, and stupid. You could have been seen. We could have provided you better weapons, or at least a silencer. If nothing more, you should have had one of us back you up and provide distraction so that you could get the shot off without any worries. Jillian, we are worried about you. I understand that you have to do this, but Carl was our family too. We just want to protect you..." He said as he watched her eat. The polar bear was worried he might offend her, but at the same time he wanted her to know exactly how he felt and to understand that she was precious to the whole family.

After she finished the sandwich, she looked at him and sighed softly. Her tail curled up and down slowly as she spoke, "Kevin. I appreciate it. But I work alone. You know that. Look if you guys want to help me out, you can get me food and make sure I have my medication. I don't really need help with this, it's just patience and location." She looked in his eyes and watched him look away after a moment. She sat there in nothing but a bra. She could tell he was trying to be polite, or at least not act like he was ogling her body. After a moment, she began to have a thought.

"Alright, you want to help, you can do me a favor. I got an itch that needs scratching. How about you do that for me?" she asked, and watched as his face turned around in a hurry and he looked shocked. He was blushing so hard his inner ear was turning pink. She stood up and moved to the bed, sitting on the edge she tossed the jacket off the bed and looked back at him. "Come on big guy. I know some of the boys have made bets, jokes, and talked about me when they think I can't hear it. But never you. You always had respect and tried to make them shush. So how about it Kevin? Care to show me a little affection?"

Kevin figured it was a trap, and wasn't sure what to do. But he stood slowly and came over to her. His massive paws slid around her sides and he hugged her softly. He just hugged her, and held her against him. After a moment he could hear the sniffles as she began to shake softly. He knew the stress she was under was horrible, and likely more than any mammal could bare without severe issues. She was mentally exhausted, physically unsafe, and likely half starved after the last few days events. Kevin held her as she cried softly, letting her get it out of her system before laying her down on the bed and covering her up.

He moved to the table and sat down. There were still a few sandwiches to eat, and he took one for himself. He turned on the TV and began to watch. He would let her sleep a while, before getting her out of the hotel through a back entrance. He wanted to make certain that she was safe and given a few days to rest. As he watched TV and ate, he kept glancing around the room. An old habit that kept him out of danger in the past, he put it to use now making certain she was going to be safe while she slept. It was almost dark when she sat up again. Kevin looked to her, and then stood. Coming to her, he leaned down and hugged her. After a moment she whispered that she needed his help, that she couldn't help herself with something. Kevin figured he knew what it was and leaned back. Unzipping his jogging outfit, he slid out of it slowly and lay down beside her. Jillian pulled herself close to him, planning to just let nature take its course. Kevin closed his eyes, letting her lead as he placed his paws on her hips gently.

Jillian took a slow breath as she leaned over him now, she could feel that thick shaft pressing her rump as she let out a sigh. She unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, leaning down and kissing him on the lips as she slowly pushed herself down. Kevin let her do as she wanted. She was in charge and as much as he liked the feeling of her fur mingling against his, he wanted her to feel safe and comfortable. Even as she finally moved a paw down and guided his tip to her snatch, he only held her hips softly. The slow gyrations of her hips as she rode him, the soft low growls of pleasure she made. Kevin just let it all happen as he moaned softly and slide a paw up her back. He let her do what she wanted and just held her close as she got what she needed. He knew it was nothing, at least nothing like she had had with Carl. She needed help, she needed something she could not do for herself and he was the only one around to help her. He understood that it was likely just this one time and that there was never going to be anything more. He felt her clench and shake hard as she came. It was intense and he growled hotly in his throat. holding her against him a she continued to bounce softly. He figured she would need a while, and was glad that none of the others were here. He had found out on accident and decided just to come here. He didn't even bother to call the boss and let him know. So now they had all the uninterrupted time she would need. He could feel her honey running down his shaft as she leaned up and began bouncing again. He curled a lip, growling in the pleasure as he listened to her panting softly. If nothing more, she was the best fuck he had ever had in his life.

At the edge of town in the airport for the city, a small plane landed. The pilot was a reindeer, looking out the windows as the traffic control tower guided him down the runway to his assigned parking. As he pulled into the small hanger with the other planes, he glanced at his cargo in the mirror. He had come to Zootopia with purpose. He was here to kill two wolves for what they did to the only woman that he ever really cared about. As he taxied into his place and shut off the engine, he saw the airport security coming his way. He smiled, having rehearsed his story several times. He was moving into the city, and had brought all his possessions with him. He ran over the story one last time in his head, trying to predict how they would respond to him.

Smiling jovially, he stepped out of the plane and held up his papers. The security officer looked them over and chuckled. "Long way from home aren't you?" The reindeer smiled and nodded. "Ya. Doncha know, tis a great chance to prove me self, moving to the grand Zootopia!" He forced the accent, trying to sound more like the stupid idiot many mammals thought his people were. The security officer nodded with a chuckle and then held out a clip board. He showed the reindeer where to sign, then told him to head over to the customs office to declare anything they needed to know about.

Three hours later, the reindeer was in a rental SUV and driving toward a hotel in Tundra Town. He listened to the radio, enjoying a bit of music as he made his way toward the area he hoped the woman he knew would live in. He could only hope, because he had no proof that she was even alive. Brandon fondly remembered that night they shared, and even her leaving was still seen as a better option to what happened. But he had never forgiven her family for what happened that night. And now that he knew they were here looking for her, he was going to settle the score for her. There was no chance of them knowing he was here, and surprise was his only advantage. As he pulled into the tunnel connecting to Tundra Town, he took a deep breath. He had been disowned by his father initially upon everyone in town learning what happened between him and Jillian.

But as time passed it was not frowned upon. Unfortunately for the town, the damage was done and Brandon made certain the town was marked as a home for bigots and small minded mammals that resisted all change and progress. He was one of the few in town with internet access and made certain to spam every search engine with dozens of reviews about how horrible the mammals in town were to those that did not conform to their views. By the time the dust settled and the town began to calm they discovered what he did. Though they didn't really rely on tourism, they did not like to be labeled as such. However, not a single mammal would dare approach him about the situation. He had made it abundantly clear he had no patience for any of them. He was also very clever. He took what money he had, and bought up the rights from the local government to own the best fishing and whale hunting spot in town. He then fenced it off with as tall a fence as he could and rigged it with barbed wire.

With every mammal in town now prohibited from even getting within fifty feet of his property, he built a house on the shore line where the ice would begin. The mammals of their home town could not understand what would prompt such a reaction from him. But younger mammals could see it. He was an angry male, staking his claim to what was prime territory. He was also willing to defend it with more than just words and paperwork. An officer came to speak to him and was made well aware that Brandon used his pilot skills to make a tidy profit. He was buying and hoarding guns and ammo. He had more than enough to kill every mammal in town three times over.

His father tried to make amends, but it was too late by this point. He pointed a pistol at his father and made it clear that if he was really changed he could demonstrate it in town and not come begging to his disowned son for help. Brandon made it clear, that if any mammal needed the use of his plane it would cost them an exorbitant fee. He was the only pilot that could fly more than twice a year, and the only one that could land on the ice once winter came. He made no attempt to hide that he was literally holding their winter life line over them like a noose. However there was nothing illegal about it, there for the police in town could do nothing.

As the reindeer smirked to himself, he pulled into the hotel parking lot. Parking his SUV, he took a moment to look over a map. He knew how to navigate by directions, but driving in a big city like this would take some getting used too. What was more was that he needed to find Jillian before he found and handled her brother and father. He needed a low point, where he could hide from view and set up a blind. He was not the same type of mammal as Jillian. He needed different tactics, and the rifle he had was far larger and more powerful. Folding the map, he left the SUV and headed inside the hotel lobby. He came to the desk and presented the same personality he did at the airport. The friendly idiot new comer act seemed to work and the hotel placed him in a quiet corner room with a view of the frozen lake.

He took time to set up his bags and open them all. One held his clothing, another held weapons, and a third held gear for working out on the ice. He was certain that at some point he would have to get wet, and he did not relish the thought of being in freezing water without some protective gear. As he was setting his bags out and checking over everything, he felt the vibration of his phone in his jacket pocket. Reaching to it, he pulled it out. He continued to vibrate in his hand as he looked at it. It was his father again. Taking a moment to move to the window, he answered the call, but said nothing.

"Son.. I. I know you are still very angry. And you have every right to be. But you can stop punishing the town for this now. You have one of the only two planes, and you have cut off access to the only reliable fishing and hunting space in the winter. The town is starting to suffer worse than you know. They can't keep paying the costs of what you demand for hunting passage and airfare. You already control most of the town's income. Please son, if you want to be angry, be angry with me," the older cervine pleaded. Brandon took a deep breath and then spoke.

"Roland, we have had this discussion before. I legally bought the land, and the plane. I can legally charge whatever I want for their services. And before you ask, no I will not take down the posts about how that town has been for the past hundred years. All of your generation has caused this to happen to them. I am simply telling the truth to the rest of the world. Letting them know its not safe to vacation there because of how you treat mammals that are different than yourselves," He spoke to his own father by name, and not acknowledging him as his parent. The older cervine knew it was on purpose too. He took a deep breath and then spoke slowly.

"And what about the younger ones? They're starting to feel the pinch too. Some of them don't even have toys because their parents have no money to buy them gifts or treats. The store is only staying afloat because The doctor and the restaurant has joined with us. Your siblings are crying at night because they have no time to play. They have to work while I help the hunting party try to scrape up enough meat and seaweed to feed the town. All while you sit in your cabin sipping brandy from across the ocean and feasting on imported food from the south!" his father shouted. Brandon felt no shame as he smirked and then let out a soft chuckle.

"Roland, I told you you can just as easily let them move in with me. I have plenty of room, and access to educational material. I have plenty of food. But I expect your answer will be the same as before. You refuse to separate the family. Unfortunately sir, you already did that when you disowned me. Now, I have business to attend to over the next few days. So if you need something, I suggest you suck it up and handle it yourself. And the property is protected, so don't even try to sneak in there. Now then, unless you care to indulge me and beg..." Brandon gloated over the phone. He could hear the tears rolling down his father's cheeks. He could almost taste the tension in his strained voice as he replied.

"Son, please. For the love of all that is good, please let this go. I did you wrong, but you cant hold it against everyone forever. Please son, just let... let this go and hold it against me. I'm your father. I know I didn't act like it back then, but let me act it now. Let me make this right..." Brandon took a moment to listen to the sheer grief and frustration in the older cervine's voice. and for the first time in a long time, it moved him. "I will think about it," he said. And with that he hung up.

Moving back to his luggage, he held the phone in his hand still. Scrolling down the contacts, he found the one for James. He pushed the call button, and waited as it rang. "Hello, Detective James Howl speaking," the voice answered. "Hello James. It has been a long time. How are you doing?" Brandon asked. He smiled as he heard the sound of a cup hitting the floor and James' breath quickening. "B..Brandon. how are you? It's been a while indeed. Say Um... How are things back in town?" Brandon grinned and tilted his head back. "Oh, they were fine last I cared to bother checking. Been rather busy myself, what with owning half the town's hunting and gathering grounds, and flying deliveries before winter arrives," he answered back with a snide town.

James knew what happened after it came out that Brandon slept with his sister. Even years later, the reindeer would not let the injustice of it go. He lorded over the town that he could destroy their livelihood legally. "Y.. yea. I guess we did deserve that. Look man, I never... I never cared that you slept with my sister. That was between you and her," the wolf said as he was picking up what he dropped. "You could have killed her. You hurt her in ways no mammal should have been hurt. She relied on you for protection and help, and you hurt her bad enough she considered becoming a worse monster than you. You are lucky she decided to leave on the train that night. I just want you to know something James. You and your father are bastards. Both of you are bastards and deserve whatever hell befalls you both. I hope the devil himself comes to collect your souls. She was a precious girl, like a flower and you hurt her. You drove her away and she was the best damned thing to happen to that small little hole in the ice we called home." Brandon was panting softly, having shouted a bit into the phone.

James was silent, pondering just what to do. He was well aware that he deserved whatever Brandon said to him. He had not stepped up to defend the cervine when the town ostracized him. Nor had he defended Jillian when she needed someone to speak for her. What happened was on him more than any other mammal. It took him this long to admit that. "Brandon... I am sorry alright. I apologize for everything that happened. You are right, I should have said something or done something. I should have taken better care of her, encouraged her and helped her. I was blind to her needs. And I should have come to your aid when the town started that witch hunt. Old habits die hard. Even now we both hold onto old grievances like a crutch," James said, almost whispering into the phone.

"See you in hell J. See you in hell." Brandon hung up at that moment, before moving to stow his bags and get a shower. Stripping out of his clothing, he gave his head a shake and his antlers rattled a bit. It was getting close to shedding season, and he was getting ready to knock them off himself. As he climbed into the shower, he slid the glass door closed and started the hot water. Over the last few years, he bulked up and it was showing now. He was heavily muscled and thicker than even his days on the high school football team. He had also spent a good potion of the money he made on weapon's training. He carried a lot of tactical weapons with him in the plane, citing the need given that there were groups that did not like anyone flying over their town and might shot him down. He would need to survive and protect himself until rescue arrived.

As he was showering, his phone began to vibrate back in the main room. The number was listed as unknown, and only rang five times before hanging up. On the other end of the line, Jillian looked at her phone in her hand. She slowly tucked it back in her jacket as Kevin drove her back to Tundra Town. She had wanted to just call Brandon and see how he was. She missed his face at times, and now was one of those times. She just wanted to say hi and let him know she was fine. Seeing as he didn't answer, she figured he either didn't hear it ring or didn't want to talk to her. After a moment, she looked at Kevin and watched him driving. He smirked as he glanced at her and shook his head. Driving right past the hotel, neither had any clue the cervine was right there.