"You understand your task, fox?" the wolf snarled, slamming his paw against the desk in front of him. "Understand our...... deal?"

The fox nodded with ears folded back, whispering, "Yes. I bring you Nick Wilde, and you let me go."

"Home free," the wolf chuckles, nodding in agreement. "No go, fox. You have thirty six hours to bring him here, or I detonate that bomb on your pretty little leg."

"Wh-what?!?" The fox stammered, jumping from its seat in shock, "Thirty-six hours?!? You said I had seventy- two!"

The wolf grinned, leaning forward until his nose was inches away from the fox. "Plans change, sweetheart. Now go, before I detonate that bomb right now.

The fox let out a soft whine, turning around and running out of the room. It ran until it was outside, the icy snow hammering against her white fur coat. "Oh, Nick," the fox sighed, "please don't make this hard."