PiB: Ponies in Black

Law Jensen, former cadet of Manehattan's Police Academy, had gone out to his mailbox to collect his daily mail. He expected the usual, bills, promotional articles, coupons, and the occasional letter from his remaining family member. He found none of these things in his silver mailbox. In fact, his mailbox was completely empty, for the first time during his residence in his current apartment. He would have to pay a visit to the local post office.

After getting ready, making himself presentable and such, Jensen set off to the post office. It wasn't all that far from his apartment, just a quick trot away. He was greeted by ponies in the local area but didn't acknowledge them in the slightest. Jensen's mind was still on the events at the Academy. He remembered being top of his class, specifically excelling in the physical tests. Yet the instructors had said otherwise. He had almost walked past the post office, lost in his thoughts. 'Oh, I'm already here it seems.' Jensen thought quickly while entering the building. Inside there was a single Pegasus behind a service desk.

"Hello sir, how may I be of service to you?" Greeted the lavender pegasus as Jensen walked up to the counter. He had a hat on his head that stated "M. Mail Service", in cursive letters. Behind the stallion was a mirror. Jensen could see his own reflection quite clearly, his messy mane and tail, and the sharp point of the horn on his head. It was a reassuring sight to himself, to know he was all there.

"Hey there, I came down to the office to check if I had any mail?" The dark cyan unicorn replied to the initial greeting.

"Mail should've been delivered this morning sir. Nonetheless, I'll take your name and see if we have anything here for you. Your name is...?" He held a pen with his right wing over a piece of paper.

"My name is Jensen, Law Jensen. There should be something there, I never received my daily mail." Jensen yawned quietly. He had almost forgotten that it was fairly early in the morning, or at least, fairly early for his schedule. The pegasus scribbled his name down and put the paper through a slot behind him. The pony mumbled something quickly to the wall, presumably there being another pony behind it. While this went on, Jensen noticed a new pony had entered the post office while looking at himself in the mirror. It was a mare, who looked to be slightly older than himself. She too, was a unicorn, who had a dark lavender body, with darker hair that had a single pink stripe going through it. He couldn't see her cutie mark due to the full body black suit she was wearing including and white undershirt and tie. Lastly, she had a dark pair of sunglasses that adorned her face, covering her eyes.

"Sorry sir, according to Burnie back there, there's nothing here for you. Now if you would kindly move along so I can address the mare beside you, that would be lovely." The stallion nodded in Jensen's direction as the dark-colored unicorn turned around and walked to the exit of the office. He was about to leave when the voice of the pegasus rang out. "Mr. Jensen! Mr. Jensen! You have mail! Don't leave yet." Jensen turned one-eighty degrees and walked back to the counter, passing the exiting mare along the way.

"I could've swore you just said that there was nothing here for me." The unicorn looked at the pony behind the desk skeptically.

"Well there wasn't until that nice mare just dropped off a letter for you." He used his right wing to push it towards Jensen. The unicorn picked it up with his magic and walked off without saying another word, not caring for anymore interactions with the mail pony. The envelope was enshrouded by a faint blue glow, which signified the use of his magic. He opened the doors with his magic and walked out onto the sidewalk. Without looking where he was going he walked into the middle of the street, his attention on the letter. A loud honk sounded and the noise brought him back to reality. There was a small, blue, one-seat car to the left of him. The stallion hurried over to the other side of the street, while memories of the first automobiles flooded into his mind.

They were quite ingenious, the first cars. Some of the most brilliant unicorns of their time had discovered a way to convert magic into a source of energy. This energy, the put inside gems, or runes as they had called them. These gems were able to do all sorts of things, such as create a light source or keep a watermill running. They were able to use these gems to manufacture what they at first called, 'Poniless Chariots'. The runes acted under voice commands, allowing ponies to tell them what they wanted them to do. Nowadays they use them to power cars, telling the rune what destination they want to go to, and the rune will control the components of the car such as the wheels and speed.

Jensen's focus soon left the thoughts of cars and went back onto the letter. With a few seconds using his magic he got it open and pulled out the page inside. It was a short letter, not what he was expecting.

'Dear Law Jensen,

It has come to our attention that you have 'flunked' out of M.P.A.. There are some things you need to know. Meet me next to the fountain that's located near your home, by twelve P.M.. Sharp.

~T'

Jensen had stopped walking along the sidewalk altogether after reading the letter. At first it had seemed so formal, as if it would have been some sort of agency. But as he read the second sentence, he was caught off guard. The unicorn didn't expect the sudden change in writing style, for the letter was hoof written, not typed up as most of the mail he usually gets is. After collecting his thoughts, he remembered the letter. It had said to meet 'T' as twelve P.M., but what time was it now? He trotted to the nearest pony he could find and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Yes? Can I help you?" Said the chestnut-colored pegasus, looking up from the newspaper he was holding with his wings. On the front cover there was a headline stating, "LOCAL FOAL GOES MISSING," and the rest was covered by the pony's wing.

"Excuse me, but do you happen to have the current time?" The pegasus looked at Jensen for a moment before lifting his hoof up to look at his fancy Rolex. The unicorn couldn't see it from where he was standing.

"Ah yes, it's a quarter until twelve. Wh-" The pegasus was interrupted as Jensen galloped off down the street without saying a word to the older pony. "Foals these days." He looked back down at his newspaper and continued to read the article about the Wonderbolts.

Meanwhile, Jensen was trying to get to his apartment as quick as he could. It wasn't long before he could see it. Next to it there was a small park, in the center of it was a decorative fountain. As he drew closer to the park, he could make out a pony standing near the aforementioned fountain. It wasn't long before he had reached the spot where the mare was. It was the same unicorn from the post office.

The mare had heard the clacking of Jensen's hooves against the sidewalk as he trotted up to her. She turned around from facing the fountain, and used her magic to take her shades off to look the other unicorn in the eyes. "Hello, I'm Twilight. Twilight Sparkle, but you can just call me T."