Mac glanced at her target, sitting in the police car with his partner. Nicholas S. Wilde. First fox officer in all Zootopia. Mac pulled out her little device. She didn't choose her targets at random. It took planning to do the deed. Of course, now, she wore her disguise, because the news was blaring out descriptions of the other her, with add-ons ranging from "Report incident to police", to,"Shoot on sight." She snuck up on the police car and placed a tracker on the bumper. Chrome colored, too. Nearly invisible. After Nick and his bunny partner drove away, she tailed Nick. Oh, you know what I mean!

Two hours later, Nicholas was headed to his apartment, after an hour's paperwork. He wasn't alone, Mac had snuck into the ZPD disguised as a copier repair woman. The secretary was easy to convince. Mackenzie had been scouting out the apartment complex for a week. Many of her former targets lived here: Gazelles, tigers, and the building super, who was a warthog. Easy pickings. She usually did this in an alleyway, but people were avoiding those places. So she turned to burglary. Plus, mugging a cop in a place he tells people to avoid would look bad for him, whereas if she gets him in his own home, it shows her skills. She started by hacking the security system. Someone pawned the dinky laptop on her for Christmas, and planned on wiping it, so she was untraceable. She froze the camera nearest to her. Rule number one of being a burglar: A picture of an empty space looks like live footage of an empty space. She grabbed her suction pads. Brick was actually pretty good for these kinds of cups. After climbing on to the roof, she looked down. Nick was in Apartment A113. (A/N Kudos if you get that reference) She rappelled down to the window. It was unlocked. Good. She lifted it up and leaped into the apartment. Nick wasn't home. His ETA was in five minutes. Good. She'd have plenty of time. She quickly wrote out a note. "Hello, ZPD. This is to let you know: If you can't protect Nicholas Wilde from me, can you protect everyone? With love, The Five Fingered Freak" The jingling of keys was heard. Nick was home. Good. Mac turned out the lights and hid next to the door. She noted the position of the hinges. It opened in. Good. The lock clicked and the door opened. "So, Carrots, sorry about the mess, but I wasn't expecting a roommate today." Roommate? Not good.

Judy's apartment was flooded, a common thing around this time of year. Too much water usage in the complex, the manager said after apologizing profusely. It was a total accident, the building super was doing everything to fix it. She only had time to pack a small suitcase of dry clothes and toiletries before Nick opening his door to Judy. As they walked in the door, Judy heard the faintest breathing. "Nick. We're not alone.", Judy said. Nick scoffed, "Pshh, Carrots, don't be so paranoid. We're alone." Judy gave Nick a skeptical look and placed her things next to the couch. Just then, the faintest creak of rusted hinges reached her ears. She whipped around, but no one was there. The door was shut, though. Judy ran into Nick's room. "Nick, some one is most definitely here.", she said bursting into Nick's room. Nick scoffed. "For the last time, Carrots, no one is here. It's actually a pretty safe neighb-." His sentence was cut short as a creature beyond description leapt at his face.

Mac had snuck into Nick's room and hid. She decided to get Nick as a last minute decision. At that moment, a trillion thoughts went through her head. "I can't get the fur here, I have a witness! But I can't retreat, they'd put him under protection!", Mac's mind raced. She then had a lightbulb moment. "I'll just kidnap the whole fox!" She stuffed Nick into a nearby duffel bag and jumped out the window, grabbing the rappelling rope. She ran off into the misty night. Judy whipped out her radio. "Clawhawser. We have a 29-13." She picked up the note and inhaled sharply. "And we know the names of the victim and offender.", Judy reported "Who is it?", asked Benjamin. "The kidnapper has struck again. We have a name: The Five Fingered Freak. It's kidnapped someone. This time, it's Nick-"

"- Wilde", Mac finished, tying the gag onto the fox's mouth. She had put Nick in a forgotten closet. Rosee lost the key, and Mac had found it. Nick was bound and gagged, and the closet was sound-proofed. She tickled the unconscious officer's chin. She was close. She turned back to an ocelot and left to get the latest edition of The Zootopian Chronicle. The headline screamed:
THE FIVE-FINGERED FREAK: IS ANYONE SAFE?
After several weeks of mystery about the serial kidnapper, we finally have a name: The Five-Fingered Freak. Chief Bogo of the ZPD has officially made a statement: "This 'Five -Fingered Freak' is just some clown in a costume. It is not a monster, not an alien, it is an animal in a ridiculous costume."  He may be right, but play it safe. Lock all doors and windows; Stay inside after dark; Keep all children at home. And whatever you do, if you see something with five fingers, run. See "Freak", A3.