In every investigation, there’s always the one moment that could solve a case or make the trail go cold. It was Shining’s moment: Apprehend the art thieves or retreat with his metaphorical tail between his legs. As Flash Sentry drove the black government car around Canterlot, Shining kept his eye on his phone, specifically the green blip on his GPS.

"They’re around the corner. Who would have thought that art would have an embedded RFID chip?" Shining said as he bounced in anticipation, ready for his biggest high-profile takedown yet.

"Yeah, leave it up to the priests of all people to get paranoid," Flash smirked as he turned the corner. Flash was the first to spot the suspects, three of them dressed in black walking down the crowded sidewalk. Their heads were concealed by their hoodies. On the back of three of them was a black poster tube, each strapped to the person carrying it.

"There they are!" Shining jumped in joy. "Okay, we are going to do this nice and slow."

They rolled up behind them, with Shining getting out of the car even before it stopped. By chance, one of the hooded figures looked back for a quick second and looked forward, tugging its partners by their sleeves. They walked faster, hoping to elude the approaching detective. Shining was too quick for it, and with enough space, he jumped in front of the girls.

"Excuse me, can I talk t-"

His forwardness was rewarded with a full blast of pepper spray. Shining cried out in agony as he dropped to the floor, allowing the three assailants to bolt and leave Flash to put the car's emergency lights on and tend to his superior with a plastic drinking bottle.

***

With a new pair of clothes that was stuffed in the decoy tubes, and the security chip "left behind" in a bus that took prospective investigators thirty miles outside of town, the three made it on time to their usual rendezvous with their fence, even with the distraction of nearly getting caught. They entered the restaurant, Sunset ready for business while Lighting Dust and Trixie were ready for another helping of all you can eat lobster tail and veal. At the table was the fence, his guard.... and another

a woman.

The thing that struck sunset was the woman's eyes; blue and brown. She was older and had piercing glare. She also wore a blazer and a pencil skirt. She looked over to the three and smiled.

"It seems your friends are here. I best take my leave" She said as she slipped him a business card and walked out. She gave a look over to them and walked out.

"Who was she?" Sunset thought, trying not to give into her curiosity and breaking the cardinal sin of not asking questions.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite ladies!" The fence rejoiced in celebration. With a nod to his guard, the guard got up and went to the reservation desk to inform the waiter to add them to his boss' tab.

"So, how was Baltimare? Have any of those famous crab cakes?" He asked.

"We were there for only a few hours," Trixie replied.

"As you should. Go in, do business, leave. Quickly and quietly. " He said. He stopped and left the girls to eat by checking his emails on his phone. The girls had their usual assortment of extremely buttered lobster tails, veal, and all the sides that they could handle, with caviar to wash it all down.

Trixie ate quickly, even more so when the guard slipped Trixie a slip of paper. It was obvious to everyone what they were planning to do, but to Sunset and the fence, they didn't mind it at all.

"Trixie had enough food, time for dessert," she said as she walked out of the table, caressing the guards shoulders before leaving to the back of the restaurant.

"I-I..." the guard stuttered.

"Just go! Better them than my daughter," the fence commanded with a laugh.

Sunset pulled out her phone and gave a quick text to Trixie, to return back to the suite when she was done. It was about that time that the girls were getting full and the fence a bit impatient. The trade was made, another briefcase of cash for a piece of valuable art taken from the walls of those who owned it. There was a big difference in this trade: a manila envelope.

"I have your biggest hit yet, this one will net you all over ten million."

Author's Note

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