Captured

The ever faithful moon hung over Canterlot. You looked up on Luna's fantastic creation and took joy in seeing the light. As usual it was your closets friend in your line of work. It glows in such a beautiful manner, that it is a shame that so many ponies sleeps through it. Back to reality you take a look at the clock and notice that you have looked at the moon for a while longer then what was planned. With that in mind you quickly set your objective straight and start walking into the night. The wonderful night which is over Canterlot is soon taken away by the ever-shining castle and all the store ligths which never seems to be put out. This is Canterlot and not Manehatten, right? You think to yourself and decide to not get too caught up in all of this and try to pursue the quest, given to you by your commander. He wasn't really a commander per say, but he got his orders from the palace so you just had to listen to him. He was an ok pony either way.

The streets is starting to get smaller and more dirty then the most areas around here. The standard of life in this part of the city was bad, but not just 'normal' bad. If this was shown throughout Equestria, someone would get a bad reputation and it certainly weren't you. Good to see that you didn't lose track. You quickly take a sharp turn left and head into a small area. The thing is that this place looked like it was someones back yard and not your usual meet up place. But you knew he'd be there and so would his client. The little yard is not big, but it's room for two dumpsters and a small empty space which you would consider the meeting to take place in.

You hide between two dumpsters in one of the corners and await your target. Luckily for you, the dumpsters where placed in the end of the little yard which made it a great vantage point. Suddenly a brown earth pony appears. His mane and tail is red so he's a wierd sight. You make a mental note to tell the authorities after this, he wouldn't be too hard to find in a crowd. But it isn't him that you're after, it is the next pony who will walk through that entrance very soon. You didn't hunt earth ponies. They were not your problem as they were usually just involved in petty thievery.

There he is, a orange unicorn with a black tail and a grey mane. Seeing him makes you feel some sort of joy as this wasn't yet another mislead. He wore a black coat which is very dramatic for a stallion of his kind, but you are sure there is a reason he isn't only wearing it just for fun. The conversation between them is short but understandable. You look at your target and makes him out as a confident, yet scared fellow. He was afraid to be found but was ready to defend himself should that be an obstacle.

«And you're sure that I'm safe here?» The unicorn askes with a little bit of fright in his voice. He seems very paranoid, but he haven't lost hope just yet.

He knows we're after him. Well that dosen't matter know. He won't escape me, you think as you continue to follow the 'chat' and hoping, if not begging that the earth pony will leave. You really didn't want colleteral damage on this case. It would make too much of a mess anyways. You always worked outside of the force so if something went south, the help was too far away. You liked it like that. To demand the help of others just weren't your style, but helping other ponies never seemed wrong should it be an act from yourself.

«I will be right back with a map which shows where you can hide from those spellthiefs.» The earth pony had a big grin on his face. Like he had solved a thousand years old puzzle. Your group was known around Canterlot due to recent events which you really didn't like to think back on.

«Spelltheifs» The word made you a little furious. "Why do they keep using that name. I'm not stealing their spells, simply disabling them," you defended yourself. It wasn't like many knew these spells, but you were one of them. You had spent too much time of your life in a book to take that kind of talk from a person living in the dark side of Canterlot. But who knew. Perhaps he would be a valid pony to have a chat with about some escapes done by different ponies. Many of those were on your list and you didn't like this third-party involving.

Again, you had talked to yourself for about 10 seconds now and you see that the only other living thing here is the white stallion standing on the other side of the little, squared place. The time to strike had to be now. You slowly creep out of the dumpsters posistion yourself so you're blocking the only exit to freedom except from the door but he wouldn't run that way. He wouldn't and have time.

Since the rules have changed since the original group was created, You now had to give him a chance to surrender. You calmfully speak up «So here we are?». He is really startled by the question as he turns around in a second and looks straight at you.

«YOU!» He knows who you are, which is nice. You make another mental note to wear a disguise next time as it seems you're a familiar face around town. It had led to a few difficulties before.

«So you really thought we weren't following you?» you kept your voice low and calm, you were ready for everything he could throw at you. He remained in silence. You scouted the rest of the yard with your eyes. In the corner there was some trash but you could make out an object he could throw. You should be ready for it as it seemed like the only thing he could throw at you for the moment.

«So are you gonna come voluntarily or do I have to make you?» Wow! That was such a cheesy line. He looks at you for a few seconds and the silence is really frusturation.

«No,» he said before his horn turns from its usual orange to a more darker orange and he picks up a barrel from the corners and hurls it in your direction. Why can't they just say "Oh wow, thanks! that would be a great idea," and come with you, you think as the flies towards you in a laughable speed. But it went according to your plan.

You quickly move to the left and dodge the projectile and you quickly use your horn to form a little bolt which shoots towards the unicorn. It hits him in the chest and he falls to the ground. Well they are easier to handle like this either way, you think as you pick him up and place him on your back. He isn't very heavy and you can easily carry him. You see the door which got closed for about 5 minutes ago open, and the earth pony steps out. He looks at you and your passenger and stares back at you in fear.

«Well, this is awkward» You say with a smile. «Don't worry, I am not after you». He turns around and walks through the door again. You had got a great view of him and it was just to write him in under 'criminal helper' and he would be gone from there in no time.

After a little walk you arrive at the station. You meet up with the jail guard.

«He will be out for probably the next day and night», you assure the guard. He shouldn't be a problem for now. You sit down and begin to write the formal report. A report dosen't seems so bad now. You make sure to give the credit to the other ponies on your team who gave you the information. You sat there, just for a little while, thinking how you could make the report more amusing. Your taste of reports weren't the one which would be written accordingly to the book of rules. No, a report should be something more. A way of telling with your own words how this situation was handled. You don't forget about your little friend back in the alley who went inside again. "One less to carry back here," you thought as you filled in the description and location.

You left the station and went home. The moon is soon about to switch place with Celestia's warm sun and this will mark a new day for some ponies but for you, it was time to get some sleep. You are just back home when it knocks at your door. You feel tired as you make your way towards the door. Who would be at your door at this time of day? You stop for a few seconds, thinking....Oh no.....it's work. Work wasn't as bad as one should imagine. You liked your job and the oppertunity was only given to a few. Though the could probably find osmeone else than you at this time of day.

At your door you find a yellow mare who hands you a letter. She turns around without a word and leaves the little place you would call an entrance. You follow her with your eyes as she cuts sharply around every corner and disappears quickly. You look down on your little package. The letter is with a royal seal which meant one shouldn't take it as a joke. You open it and hope for good news. It takes you about two seconds to realise that this is not good at all. «You are summoned to the castle.» This was very short but it had a clear message, more work. The feeling of more work without sleep was familiar but you didn't like it. You let out a sight before taking your coat on and left your home, in the direction of the royal palace.