The Neon Vale [REVOKED COPY]

I took the late shift for today, already knowing that I could get access into the file room alone as most of the officers were performing their duties off-campus. For as long as this could keep this up, I knew I had an advantage. The Las Pegasus Task Force isn't allowed to be within the file room at any given time without permission. Doing so could result in me losing my job and completely mess up my record. The door to the room requires a special key in which I had to study for hours before I could finally pull my trick. So I created an imitation of the master key from scratch, a tough skill I learned from my father. I turn the key slowly and heard the sound of mechanical pieces moving, then the sound of success.

I opened the door and locked it behind me as quietly as I possibly could. Once I was in, I look for the names that I've written down that involved ponies who recently had issues with her. I look through federal cases that connect to her past, and eventually found her files in the "C" column. Her files were also confidential and required its own key in order for it to open, which is why I also copied the key from Roya Shine before I was caught doing so.

I ended up going through numerous amounts of files to look into background of this, Queen Chrysalis. Doing this would also give me the advantage of knowing more than her operations in Las Pegasus, but I also had to clear her files as she had wished. I took the files and documents that were essential to the clearance process of her criminal activity that dated back to her "college years," at least that's what the homeschooling in her castle was supposed to be. Something shocking had caught my eye, I could see that she was born on July 16, 1987...The same day I was born on, and at the same time.

I took a much longer time reading her huge criminal history rather than removing it. All of her mishaps instantly landed her in jail, and they turned into purposely committed and disturbing crimes. Fraud was the first crime I saw until I went down the list to find the most disturbing crime reports and images I've ever scene, more disturbing than a bullet to the head. Robbery, heists, pony trafficking, prostitution, rape followed by murder. Less than a month ago, the final page reported that she raped a 14-year-old human boy taken to Las Pegasus. And so I thought to myself...Fuck me. Honestly, Queen Chrysalis is the most uncivil bitch I've ever met in my entire career, maybe my entire life.

My attention shifts as I heard movement going on, I immediately hesitated. Are they coming this way?

I quickly locked the file cabinet up, and take all two-hundred and fifty files and documents linked with the crimes of The Shadow Army as well as their leader. Still knowing that the foot steps have paused and kept growing from moment-to-moment, I took the easy way out of this one. I use my magic to put the documents in my bag while going through the back door. I lock the door and proceed down the hall while trying not to grab attention. Then again, the building is nearly empty.

Within that time period, I wasn't summoned to any calls and decided to go off-duty. So I walk down the ally down the street to get to my car and along the way, it felt as if someone were stalking me. I resume my actions of putting the files in my trunk under the spike strips, tactical equipment, and other imperative tools. I continued to have the feeling of being watched, but I forced my mind off that feeling, and close the trunk to my car. It sounded as if someone were standing right behind me. Suddenly, my partner, Trent, scared the living shit out of me.

"Ridgee!" Trent shouts a couple steps from my position, "How's it going?"

I immediately jumped in response to his excitement of seeing me, followed by a horrific gasp.

"Trent," I said as if I had been running, "don't fucking scare me like that!"

"My apologies. It's just so great to see you!"

"It's great to see you too. I should've asked this before you left, where did you go, and how was the trip?"

"It was great!" Trent scratches his snout as he continues to speak, "It was very fun. Just me, my wife, the kids. I wish you and I could have spent some time like that. It was a long flight to Manehattan, but we arrived earlier than expected."

"That sounds fantastic," I said. I then received a request from Trent that actually sounded like a great thing to do.

"Ridgee," he says, "I was wondering if you'd like to go to a club tonight, have a couple of drinks together, something like that?"

I was completely worn out from all of that late night filing, but I gratefully accepted his offer.

"Sounds like a plan," I said.

We hopped in separate vehicles and made our way down to Las Pegasus Boulevard. We pass the Adagio Hotel as its iconic fountain waters sway across the sky and dance to the music that kept the scenery alive. The Grand Igneous hotel shot its flames and water into the air while depicting the sight of a volcano as the orange lights flicker beneath. The breathtaking sight attracted the eyes of a human to experience a moment of the night. For every stop I took while following Trent, I watched as the attractions played their part in the city, and I never got tired of it.

Trent then led me to the parking lot of a neon-glimmering club. It's incredibly bright sign spelled, "THE LASER HOUSE." Its interior design was also unique to the themed that it followed. The music blasted whenever ponies walked in or out of the club, but everyone was pumped whether they were were leaving, or arriving.

We enter just in time for the performance of DJ PON3. Something that I didn't see coming at all, was that Trent is actually best friends with her, and their friendship system was very trust worthy. Any best friend of Trent is a best friend to her, because she knows that Trent doesn't give two shits about a worthless pony that acts like a friend. That's why he only has six of them, because he found his true friends, and I am one of them.

Trent had stopped to ask her if she had any information on the case he was assigned. She denied having any idea of the situation he was dealing with. Trent put the folded document of the case in the pocket of his plaid shirt. He moves to the side, then introduces me to DJ PON3.

"Vinyl," said Trent, "this is Ridgee. Ridgee, this is Vinyl Scratch."

I put my sweaty hoof out to give her a hoof shake and said, "My name's Ridgee, a pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure to meet you too," said Vinyl as she shakes my sweaty hoof. "My name's Vinyl, also known as DJ PON3." She took off her headphones, and removed her goggles, displaying her reflective red eyes to us. As she remained shaking my hoof, she then noticed that I was sweating and began to question it.

"Hey dude," she says, "what's with the sweat?"

I was a bit nervous, but I wasn't too bad at making an excuse without making it seem too obvious that I was hiding something. I took a deep breath and responded as fast as I possibly could, "Well, It's a bit hot in this club don't you think?"

"Well," she said as I started to sweat more, "they could turn the a.c. up a bit more. It's a desert out there and in here."

I was relieved with her final response, and my body temperature began to lower. She gave Trent a seemingly painful hug before swiftly getting to the turn table. It's party time.

Vinyl placed down two records, put on her goggles, and lastly, she put on her headphones. The surrounding speakers were put to a slightly high volume as she began to play her own original mixes. The mixes were great, but when she switched out a disc with another, I never heard such an amazing mix in my entire life. She's mixing her own music with a Hip Hop song from the Human world, it was called California Love.

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west.

A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness.

The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest.

I've never heard of these artists named 2Pac and Dr.Dre, but I couldn't divert my attention away from the mixes; I felt hypnotized in the a pleasing way. However, this feeling didn't last long when I saw something that made me furious and frightened concurrently. I looked across the club to find the one and only Queen Chrysalis just staring at me, but everypony had their hoofs in the air, briefly blocking her face by the second. The lighting was dark, as I could only see her when the club lights shined on here from time-to-time. After somepony walked in front of here, there was no sign of her anywhere.

I knew I had to do something about her, rather than feeding her my promised act. Agreement or not, I will stop her no matter the cost. However, the cost would be the safety of my family,  my job, and my life.