Savage

Bellwethers herd

"You two thought you were so sneaky, changing outfits and all. Well jokes on you. I'm always one step ahead." Bellwether stated cheerfully as she had both female bunnies tied to chairs in a large warehouse next to the building where the art convention was being held.

"How are you always one step ahead when your outfits are always two seasons to late?" Agent Smith asked with a smirk. Causing both Judy, and a few of bellwethers rams to snicker.

Bellwether growled angrily and stomped her hoof, causing Judy's ears to stick up and for her to face bellwether, as well as the rams stay focused. "Listen, Agent. You'll be lucky if I don't kill everybody in that convention. Including Savage and those...foxes." Bellwether groaned in annoyance by just thinking about Nick and Agent Fawkes. She strongly dislike predators, but everyone already knew that.

"Go ahead and kill Jackson. I don't care. Maybe he'd care if you kill Hopps. But he probably wouldn't mind me....so....fire away." Smith stated with a frown.

"Scarlet!" Judy snapped before bellwether glared in her direction.

"Oh, Judy. Poor, Judy." Bellwether laughed teasingly as she approached Judy. "Poor, innocent, naive, Judy. You real though switching outfits with Agent Savage would fool me? You two may look alike, but I'm not an imbecile, and do you think you really were something after sending me to jail, huh? Well let me tell you something, bunny. Nobody can stop me. You may have caught me when I framed Mayor Lionhart. But there are a hundred plus mammals inside of that art convention and any one of them could get blamed for killing you two, but then again, how would you be able to catch me? You'd be dead." Bellwether laughed as she adjusted her glasses sarcastically.

"Why do you want me dead anyway? What did I do?" Judy asked, although already knew the answer.

"You only sent me to prison. Ruined my plan and political status. That's all." Bellwether sneered as she walked back over in front of both bunnies.

"Now. Before I blow both of your brains out. Any last words?"  Bellwether asked as she got handed a hand-held gun by one of her rams.

"Dawn. You don't have to kill us—"

"Yeah. You used to work for the government. Dont you have one of those memory easier thingies?" Smith interrupted.

Bellwether rolled her eyes, "Sometimes I feel like I'm talking to children. Although with those foxes I might as well teach preschool."

Meanwhile, the foxes, Nick and Fawkes. We're just kinda wondering around the art convention after realizing there was no seafood at all at the buffet table. But nick was kinda glad anyway, he didn't wanna stay at that table anyway. He wanted—he NEEDED to find Judy, and fast. He didn't want anything to happen to her.

"Uh....Scarlet.....hey......do you think maybe instead of looking at the art we can go find Judy and Smith?" Nick asked as he placed his hand on the vixens shoulder.

Fawkes' ears perked up at the touch of his hand on her shoulder. She placed her hand on top of his and pulled him closer to herself.
"That's a later job. Finding seafood is a NOW job." Fawkes tried to act innocent as possible. She gave a fake smile and pressed her nose against Nick's for a couple of seconds before pulling away and continuing to walk.
Nick had gotten flustered, not doubt about that. And he hated it. It seemed there was always this little voice in the back of his head that wanted a vixen. But he had already proposed to Judy.

"Scarlet..." Nick started as he caught up with the vixen.

Fawkes sneered before turning back to the other fox. "Yes?" She scoffed with annoyance in her voice.