Dr. Gambler and the Spear of Life

I knew only one person who could help me on this, her name was Pastel Cloudancer.

She was my partner with a taste of adventure herself, she is also an actress and I just finished watching one of her shows.

"Pastel, somepony is here to see you," Pastel's assistant tells her.

"Who is it?" Pastel asked.

"I think he said he was a doctor," The assistant answered.

"Hello Pastel," I said as I walked into the room with flourish and a confident gait.

"Gambler, I knew one day you'd be walking through my door once again.

"Pastel, how would you like one last adventure?" I proposed, walking over to her.

"Now Gambler, you know I don't do that anymore," Pastel said walking over to a mirror to fix her mane.

"Pastel this is about the spear," I told her, my tone getting more and more serious.

She stopped at the mention of the spear, "Gambler, the spear isn't real." she said.

"Look I know that we've been searching for years and haven't come up with anything but Wildcard seems to have information on it and I think we might have a lead on the real thing here," I explained to her.

"Fine I'll go along, but this better turn up something," She agreed.

"Alri- GET DOWN!" I yelled after seeing a pony outside pull out a gun through the mirror.

We both got behind the couch, hearing the muffled thumps of the bullets hitting our cover. I pulled out my own gun,  peeked up over the couch, took my aim, and fired two shots. The bullets I fired flew past the pony and shattered the windows behind him. As the pony covered himself from the falling glass shards we ran past him and over to my car.

"Pastel, take the wheel, head for the bay, I've got a plane waiting for us there," I tell her.

We head down main-street, bullets flying past the windows, "Wow, these guys have horrible aim." Almost as soon as I said that a bullet shot in through the back window of the car and out through the windshield.

"Pastel! Take a right ... NOW!" I yelled above the gunshots.

She took a sharp right; the car behind us rammed into the streetlight. "Who was that Gambler? Pastel asked me.

"I don't know," I answered. After a few more minutes of driving we made it to the plane and as I was getting on my phone rang. "Who is it?" I asked answering the phone.

"It's me," Wildcard answered, "We think there might be a lead for you guys in Paris. Call me when you get there," He hung up.

"Pastel, looks like we're goin' to Paris," I announced.

"Oui oui," She said.