Sweetie Drops: ThunderHoof

Bon-Bon approached Canterlot Station with a stern expression. To say that she was on edge was quite an understatement. This was her first case in years, plus it was her first case dealing with something as gruesome as homocide. The thing that got to her the most was the fact that the poor filly WATCHED her family die. Literally, she watched them be slain in cold blood.

The thought sent shivers down her spine. She couldn’t imagine Scootaloo being faced with that mental scar. Choosing to leave it be, she pushed the thought out fast. She approached the booth where the tickets were exchanged.

Soon enough, she was on the train. The locomotive’s atmosphere was like a mixed bag. She could hear laughing foals, yet she also heard coughs and whispers. Quite chilling, isn’t it?

As the train sputtered and spat it’s way forward, Bon-Bon said a short prayer with only one demand.

“Please keep my alive for my daughter”.

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ABOUT 15 HOURS LATER

When the train ride had ended, Bon-Bon waited for the other patrons to go first. She hated big crowds. When the last one was off, she made her move. She stepped out into Trottingham and got her first look.

It was a drizzly, overcast evening in Trottingham. Birds flocked to wherever and the creatures were up and about. The ponies, while pale, looked happy enough to be there. The building were gothic and towering, with each holding a unique look to call their own.

To Bon-Bon, it was straight out of a Sherlock Hooves novel. She took a look to try to find some guidance. She found it in the form of a large, burly stallion holding a sign that said her name.

She trotted over to him, hoping to get some answers.

“Excuse me, sir?”, Bonnie beckoned the stallion.

“Yes, lass? What troubles you?”, the polite stallion responded.

“I am Agent Sweetie Drops. The one your looking for”, she stated.

“Ah, Agent Drops! How was your ride?”, the portly stallion asked.

“Fine, I guess. Anywho, could you maybe take me to where I’m supposed to be?”, Bonnie asked.

“Why, yes of course madam! Oh, pardon me, my name is Case Lead. I’m head detective of Trottingham Yard”, Case Lead said.

“Nice to meet you, Case Lead”, Bonnie said back.

“Anyway, let’s be on our way”, Case Lead said.

Bon-Bon nodded and the two made their way through the paved cobblestone streets. They passed some interesting building on their way. These places looked to be out of a Dracucolt novel.

They then approached a large building that seemed important.

“Right this way, Agent Drops. Welcome to Trottingham Yard!”, Case Lead said.

He opened the doors, allowing Bonnie to truly take in the office.

It was a typical office, with cubicles and desks lining the rows. The ponies within them were working hard on solving the kidnapping case.

“As you can see, we’ve been working since the crime scene as to find out where they took the filly”, Case Lead said.

“May I get some information? I don’t even know the filly’s name”, Bon-Bon asked.

“Yes, sorry. Follow me, I’ll take you to the evidence room”, Case Lead said.

The pair trotted down the hall and past some rooms. They then reached a locked door labeled “Evidence Room”. Case Lead took his key and unlocked the door. What lay inside disgusted Bon-Bon.

There were multiple objects coated with blood, including a doll that most likely belonged to the filly.

“The filly’s name is Lime Scent, heir to a fortune amassed through the selling of flowers. Her family had ran that shop for several generations, with her father taking over the reigns recently. Apparently, they were in some kind of debt”, Case Lead explained”, so the father seeked bits. He met a stallion named Trust Fund. Trust Fund is a local banker who he’d been friends with for a long time”.

“Trust Fund lended him the money to pay the debt, and all was well. That was until the father couldn’t pay the loan back. Trust Fund pestered him for months, and then he snapped. In the middle of the night, Trust Fund and the mafia broke into the family’s home and beat her parents to death. The poor filly watched it happen and gave away her position. They took her away and nopony has seen her since”, Case Lead finished.

By the end, Bonnie knew her mission. She had to get this filly back.

“Are there any leads?”, Bon-Bon asked.

“Only one. An anonymous source said that he overheard two goons saying that they were taking her to Liverhoof”, Case Lead said.

“Alright, that seems alright. I just have one question though”, Bonnie said.

“That being?”, Case Lead asked.

“Well, usually when I did cases I had a partner. Am I going to get a partner?”, Bon-Bon asked

“I’m glad you said that, we just happen to have somepony to help you out”, Case Lead said.

“Who?”, Bon-Bon asked.

Suddenly, there was knock on the door. Case Lead opened the door and let the knocker in. In walked a light-blue unicorn with a mane of silver. She had a nervous, yet humble look on her face.

“Agent Drops, this is Agent Ice Flake. She is a new recruit Trottingham Yard”, Case Lead said.

“H-How do you do?”, Ice Flake said in a Trottingham accent.

“I’m doing fine, it’s nice to meet you”, Bon-Bon said sweetly.

“Alrighty, now that everyponies aquatinted, now we can get started. If you look to your left, you find your supplies”, Case Lead said.

Both mares looked over to find a wall full of gear and gadgets. There were a set of pistols with ammo, walkie-talkies, and two pairs of shades. There were also two big jackets and badges.

“Suit up and meet me in the lobby”, Case Lead said.

Both mares nodded and began to suit up. They put the guns in the jacket pockets and the badges in the other. When they were done, they met the stallion in the lobby.

“Alright, fillies. LET’S MOVE!”, Case Lead.