The Mysterys Of Spysight

The next day, I awoke rudely to my obnoxious alarm which automatically tuned into the radio. Luckily, it was my favourite song that was playing, so it wasn't so bad.

I turned the radio down a bit, then slipped out of bed and headed over into the kitchen. Now that it was bright, or as close as it could get in Talondon, I could see the horrendous sight that used to be my floor. The blood from last nights meal (along with my own and other bits of food) had dried and hardened into a slightly crispy shell of juicy crimson lumps.

Trying not to vomit at the sight of it, I slipped past and grabbed a couple of carrots. I sluggishly trotted back to bed to listen to the radio for a while longer. I never have been a morning pony. The radio announcer (no, not DJPON3, she was on their rival station) started to talk about the regular sort of things; like how "the weather was sure to clear up today", even though griffins don't know a bloody thing about weather control, and as far as I know, there weren't any Pegasus weather groups anywhere near Eagland, let alone Talondon.

I began to start my regular chores for the day: hurl any crockery into the kitchen, hurl any rubbish out of the window and into the dumpster, hurl myself into my crappy shower, and hurling

I was about to start cleaning up, but a glance at the clock told me to do otherwise. It was already 11:45 and the walk to Feather Park was a good 20 minutes at best. I knew I was already late, but the thought of what the kitchen would be like after I got back was horrifying. I decided against the idea of staying though, that investigation of mine was to good to give up. I grabbed my saddlebag, in which I had put my notebook, my trottman and a little money just in case. I opened the door and trotted down the hallway, saying a quick greeting to Mario as I passed the toilets.

I'd had a lot on my mind recently, most of it about the letter. Aside from the obvious stuff like who sent it and all that, I was wondering about how they got away so quickly. The quality of the letter would have suggested that they're rich, but if they had pony's as fast as that working for them, could it have been a theft based organization?

That was, of course, assuming that they didn't deliver it themselves. In which case, it would be almost certain that they were a thief due that speed. However, it was clearly stated that they had agents working for them, as I was going to meet one of them, and why would they waste something like that when they could just sell it and get a sack of bits for it?

All I knew was that it was going to be a long day.

The stench of rotten meat met my nose as I trudged through the miniature wasteland of what used to be grass. Trash had been littered around in random places, bins had been toppled, and there was no-pony in sight. I had arrived. I switched off my trottman and sat on the lone bench in the middle of the park.

Feather Park was a dump. It was a disgusting pile of slop. It was so bad in fact, that it could be compared to the nameless hotel, and that's saying something. It used to be quite nice here, but a few civil wars, invasions and attacks later, the government gave up on rebuilding and just let the place rot. The few tourists we got littered everywhere, never cleaning up after themselves and making everything stink.

The civil war had been about who should be in charge of Eagland. On one side you had the Griffins that wanted to clean up the country, and actually make an effort to make things better. On the other side were the Griffins that wanted things to stay the same, claiming "The government is trying to fix things but you're just not giving them a chance!". So the war was fought and the ones that wanted change won.They promised that "Things will be cleaned up here! The new government will make a change for the better, and things will be looking up from here on!"

That was 40 years ago. So that's nice. Nowadays, it's just live and let live. Well, for the most part it is. If it was completely, I'd be out of  job! There are many clubs and bars in Talondon, and most of the time that's what causes the huge crime rate. Every day it's "murder this" or "robbery that" and most people are connected in one way or another, so they don't want me to investigate because they'll be involved. Well, either that or they're just racist.

Anyway, I was beginning to think that I had missed this "agent", or they weren't going to show up, but just at that moment I noticed a white speck in the sky. Looking closer, I could see that the white speck was actually a Pegasus, and that it was headed towards me. I stood up as the Pegasus came closer and closer, until it landed in front of me.

"Sorry I'm late," he said apologetically, "but it was rather hard to see where I was going!" His voice sounded very... fake.

"Yeah, well get used to it." I replied bluntly, "It's been like this for ages. What is this 'information' your client has found out?"

"I'm sorry my good fellow," he blurted out quickly, "but I'm only here to take you to him, not to pass the information! We should leave as soon as you're ready!"

"Right. Well we may as well go now. There's not exactly anything I need to wait for." I stated in my monotone voice.

"Spiffing! Well, this way good sir! Tally ho!" He yelled before running off in a random direction. I sighed and followed slowly. He noticed my slow pace and bounced back over to me, still leading the way.

"So what do I call you?" I asked.

"My name is agent old chap! Agent agent!" He exclaimed, almost singing the last two words. I had a bad feeling about where I was going.

It took us some time to get to our destination. We eventually arrived at an old bunker that was used in the civil wars and such. Entering a dark corridor, we made our way into a large well lit room. Compared to the rest of the place, this room was quite clean, and had white walls with a blue stripe through its lower half.

"If you could please wait here my good fellow, I will just be off to fetch my client! He should be along any time now!" Exclaimed the agent, prancing through a red door. I mentally noted how the floor was tiled, but the ceiling was one big panel. I didn't have to wait for long before a white earth pony with a green mane and tail trotted through the door. I assumed he was this 'Mr Egnahc'.

"Ah, Spysight. We meet at last." He greeted, putting his hoof forward. He had a deepish voice, with a slight northern accent mixed in. I shook his hoof, but didn't bother to answer. That would just be a waste of energy. "Allow me to introduce myself; I am Mr R Egnahc. I ordered one of my agents to deliver the letter, and I know some confidential information about the nameless hotel. How has your sleeping been recently?"

"Unsatisfactory." I replied slowly.

"I can tell you why. Late at night, while the residents are asleep, he gets a professional to sneak into the rooms, and take samples of your blood."

"Wait, WHAT?!"

"He takes your blood. Half of it he sells on the black market. But the other half, I have no idea whatsoever. I do know however, that your blood in particular he doesn't sell. He ships it off somewhere, but where to? I haven't a clue." It took a little for that to settle in.

"So he's been taking my blood?" I asked. Egnahc nodded.

"And shipping it off somewhere."

"Geez..." I thought to myself for a second before murmuring "He's gonna have a bloody orgasm when he sees the state of my kitchen."

"I do ask that I help you in this investigation. Nothing has really happened around here recently at all, and I need some adventure!" I wasn't so sure I should, but then again he had been decent help so far. Plus, I could pin any expenses on him.

I sighed and refocused on the task at hoof. "Yeah, sure you can help I guess."

"Splendid! So then Sight, what now?"

"Now my dear Egnahc," I replied in a cockney voice, "the game's ahoof!"