Author's note: The character of Roarke Tuscanelli belongs to HOJ 666. He has been featured in his stories and is used with his permission

That afternoon Nick and Judy met the rest of the team in Skye's apartment since she was the only one that didn't live in a place the size of a shoebox or with her parents, hell Finnick lived in a van and that was by choice. They had to regroup and plan on how to stop this guy. The vixen and the buck hare were making lunch while Finnick and the rest planned for their next course of action.

Nick couldn't help but notice a synchronicity between Jack and Skye as they worked. They both always seemed to know exactly what needed to be done when, and who would do it. They didn't even appear to need to communicate. If Jack needed something he couldn't reach, Skye would wordlessly hand it to him seemingly without removing any attention from her current task. They were both constantly moving through and around the kitchen, yet somehow never in each-other's way.

The red fox couldn't help but feel longing at the way the hare and the vixen handled themselves in the kitchen. It was all too easy for him to picture himself and Judy in their place. Maybe he could tell her jokes while doing the dishes and she would giggle while fixing dessert. Before he knew it, lunch was ready and he realized he had been daydreaming like a moron instead of thinking about how to move forward with the investigation.

Finnick grumbled while chewing his fish steak. "This guy needed funding. The bombs were pretty cheap, as far as bombs go, but the two hundred liters of gasoline he put next to them weren't. And this guy made it pretty clear how poor he is in that message."

"And that's assuming he isn't lying," Skye said somberly.

"I'm afraid that if we second guess the few pieces of information we have, then we won't have a place to start. Let's just take his speech at face value until we have evidence to the contrary," The small fox said, drinking a glass of wine with the gentle dexterity of a connoisseur. Not for the first time, Nick wondered if he had suffered a stroke during the fire. This fox was sometimes almost nothing like the Finnick he knew, but at other times the only difference seemed to be his voice.

"Have you checked for any abnormal patterns in purchase histories?" Judy asked, shoveling a pile of salad larger than Nick's head into her bowl. Even Jack, a fellow lagomorph, was shocked by how much she could eat.

"Where does she put it?" he mouthed to Nick while the doe began digging into the deep bowl.

"She never stops moving, mammal, seriously I get tired just from watching her sometimes," Nick whispered back.

Finnick remained professional during the meal, another thing uncharacteristic of Nick's view of him. "Yes. We checked all the major suppliers for gasoline since it's the only thing he bought in bulk and we came up empty, nobody outside of gasoline stations has purchased that large of a quantity. He must have just bought it little by little and stored it. Thank god the MI6 is willing to help us gather data because we got nothing from the ZIA." The fennec threw an accusing glare at Jack.

"Well if only I had STAYED in the ZIA instead of getting FIRED," Jack fired back.

"I'm sure they'll take you back once we catch this bomber," Skye told jack while petting him between the ears, which did not escape Nick's notice. Combined with how well the two collaborated in the kitchen, he began to suspect that more was going on behind the scenes with Jack and Skye than he first imagined.

"They better, or I'll be the only one here risking my life for free," the hare grunted while his tail shook a little at the display of affection.

"Now if I were a criminal lowlife, where would I get the supplies needed for this whole thing?" Nick mused.

"The dark web," Judy answered, selecting a large piece of carrot cake for dessert.

"And where would I get my money to buy all that stuff if I were broke?" Nick said with a sly grin.

Judy finished off the cake, breadcrumbs and sugar still smudged all over her tiny muzzle, making her look like a messy toddler. "He could steal or get a loan, but no bank is going to loan to someone this poor if they don't already have a usage plan and profits mapped out."

"Unless they borrowed from a loan shark," Nick responded

Finnick nodded "There are a few loan sharks around Zootopia, plenty, in fact. It would take us a lot of time to comb through them. Unless someone knew who would be crazy enough to deal with a terrorist."

"If anything illegal is happening on the streets there's a good chance Weaselton would know about it," Nick said while drinking his coffee. "I think his pirated movies are just a front, he probably makes more money as a criminal live version of LinkedIn."

"We'll go to Weaselton then," Judy said with that cute peppy smile that drew perps to a false sense of confidence, yet Nick knew better and could notice the pure madness in those adorable purple eyes.

"Carrots, Mr. Big probably has a lot on his plate right now, there must be another way to make him talk," Nick said, reading Judy's face and remembering how they had to hang Weaselton over a frozen lake to make him talk the last time they needed him to snitch on other criminals.

Jack and Skye frowned at the mention of the powerful mafia boss, turning to look at Finnick. He just shrugged and mouthed "It's a long story."

A few hours later they caught Weaselton selling his pirated DVDs on the side of Savannah square. At first the weasel refused to even talk to them.

"What is this? Another fluffbutt with a badge? What are you gonna do, snuggle me to death?" he said, throwing a used toothpick at Jack.

"Listen here, you little runt, we have a terrorist in our paws destroying the rainforest and if I even think there is a tiny chance that you can help us stop this, I will make you talk, whether you like it or not," Skye said, placing herself between the weasel and the hare, baring her teeth.

The arctic vixen's protectiveness of Jack did not go unnoticed by Nick, and combined with their behavior during lunch, it all but confirmed his suspicions. He wanted to ask them about it, but now was not the time. He would have to wait until later, when they were alone.

Unperturbed, Weaselton lifted an eyebrow and scoffed. "Should've said it before. I'll answer your questions, ask away."

The four mammals looked at each other, flabbergasted. "Really?" they all asked in unison.

"Hey! I am an entrepreneur, not a monster. I have family in the rainforest, you know."

"Okay, that was easier than I thought," Jack said, relieved he didn't have to torture someone; it wasn't something he took pleasure in.

When they asked him about loan sharks that would give founding for such an operation the weasel was quick to reply.

"Look, I only know one guy who would give more than five hundred dollars without a background check. Hell, he's even an anti-government crazy survivalist, wouldn't be surprised if he was in on the attack…"

"Duke, if you knew something so important for the investigation why didn't you come forward before?" Judy asked.

"If I showed up to the ZPD with this information would you have believed me? Or would you have thrown me in jail and accused me of being an accessory?" The weasel spat with a rabid look on his beady eyes.

"What kind of monsters do you think we are? We don't go around putting mammals in jail without reason," Judy said crossing her arms and frowning at the weasel, she was tired of the way the press made all cops look like speciest jerks with happy trigger paws.

Weaselton gave Nick a dry look and the fox slumped a little. He had the privilege of seeing things from both sides, on one paw it was true that the rumors surrounding the police force were exaggerated but on the other he understood where those rumors came from. "Carrots not ALL cops are abusing their authority, but it is true that a few of them do, I've seen it myself. Weaselton does have a valid reason not to trust us"

"Nick," Judy said in that sympathetic gentle voice she used whenever she discovered something painful about his past, as he brushed her off with his usual smile she wondered if he had experience dealing with police brutality before. If that were the case then whoever was involved in it would pay, she would make sure of it.

"Touche." Nick conceded to the weasel. "Now tell us more about this loan shark."

They wouldn't waste much more time or effort in trying to bring down the loan shark on their own, they notified the ZPD who was quick to send a SWAT team to the suspect's house. Their target was a boar named Roarke Tuscanelly, his criminal record was filled with misdemeanors that on their own shouldn't be so bad, but altogether raised one red flag after the other, from larceny to assault and even incitement of species crimes. If he hadn't funded the attack he probably would have probably caused it himself.

They were in Sahara Square in the dock area, surrounding the abandoned warehouse where the crazy boar chose to live and form a headquarter in. It looked like any other house on the outside, but the inside was full of reserves of food, tools, and other resources, looking almost like the set of some post-apocalypse show.

It was hard for the whole team to infiltrate the bunker, the crazy guy had set up several traps and alarms all around the property. He even had security cameras around his bunker so as soon as the swat team came close to the building, several traps were activated and small bombs detonated below the officers feet. Einhorn, a huge rhino officer made the mistake of tripping over a wire that set up an explosion, because of it he ended up falling and tripping over wolford who was right behind him. The rhino only suffered first degree burns on his feet but the poor wolf he fell over would be in pain for weeks. Breaking inside the building was just the first trial, once the SWAT team crossed the threshold the slimy fat paranoid redneck boar quartered himself on his small panic room and begun to shoot at the officers from a tiny window carved in the middle of the steel door.

"You disgusting slime! You'll never catch me alive!" Tuskanelli hollered from the tiny window where the muzzle of a large rifle peeked through.

Thank god for the protective gear the precinct bought with the larger budget they were given this year, or many more officers would have ended up hurt.

The only thing to do was wait outside the panic room until he ran out of ammo, in the meantime a professional negotiator did her best to calm him down but after several hours spent in a conversation with the terrorist, the exhausted beaver just said "Can't argue with these nutcases."

The raid took over ten hours, in the end two elephant officers swiftly tore the iron door like it was made of aluminum. Once it was all over Trunkaby and Delgato were tasked with cuffing him, the large mammals were much bigger than him, trained in combat and pissed off after such a long raid yet they were still having a lot of difficulty to contain him. He kept screaming that the police had trampled his rights by not showing up without a warrant, that it was his constitutional right to bear arms and that he was a victim of Zootopia's corrupt government.

"Freedom to the mammals!" The boar screamed as they dragged him to the police car, knowing there were news reporters covering the incident, in his head he probably thought he was a hero or martyr. After such a long day it took a lot of willpower for Delgato to not slam the guys head on the side of the car.

Now in the interrogation room of the precinct the crazy conspiracy theorist knew better than to speak up when questioned, and the biggest, meanest mammals in the ZPD did nothing on his resolve. Then a tiny chinchilla came to the precinct, she was the DA in charge of his case. The tiny ball of fluff faced the boar with a document that said he was facing terrorism charges which would easily land him the death penalty. In exchange for a reduced undisclosed sentence in Guanfaunamo, Tuskanelli gave them the name they needed.

Julien Vargas.