Special Agent Anon: Chapter 1

>You name is Anonymous.

>FBI special agent.

>Well, you used to be.

>Now you're the local human in a land full of colorful talking ponies.

>Yepp... talking ponies.

>You've been living in Equestria for some time now.

>What has it been? Five, six months now?

>In that span, you've made some great friends in Ponyville amongst the Elements of Harmony and many other ponies as well.

>But something drew you to Canterlot the first time Twilight brought you to meet the Princesses.

>Maybe it was the large city that reminded you of home, or the intrigue of high society.

>Whatever it was, you liked it. Especially since Celestia insisted on giving you free board in the castle.

>You weren't passing up a free suite, since it was worlds better than your old place.

>Your government job didn't exactly make you a millionaire, but is was comfortable.

>Here, you got a pretty swank deal. You got a free home, and you got bits from a bunch of professors at that university to keep your spending healthy.

>Who knew knowing everyday stuff about humans could be so profitable.

>The princesses love you, and the general populace has been warming up.

>You punch those numbers in a calculator and you get a smiley face.

>Today, you're bothering your favourite buddy in all of Canterlot: Shining Armor, Captain of the Royal Guard.

>Waiting in his office in the guard's barracks, you sit in one of the nice wooden chairs in front of his desk.

>You know this unicorn's schedule like it was your own, except he had more shit to do.

>You look down at your watch to check the time.

>It was almost four, which means Shiny should be done giving his lieutenants orders for the day.

>Waiting for his inevitable arrival, you had gone and decided to move all the things on his desk slightly askew and raided his secret booze cabinet.

>In fact, you already had a glass of what you assumed was scotch in your hand.

 

>Mmmm... he gets the smooth stuff too.

>You thought about flipping the name plaque upside down, but the door opens before you could act.

>Shining Armor walks into his office, clearly annoyed at something. Levitated in his magic is a respectable stack of papers.

>He looks in your direction, and gives an audible sigh.

>"Not today Anonymous. I have enough on my plate today. Even more so..."

>This proud unicorn usually has his head up high even after a crappy day. Today, he looks like you when you were given far too much homework.

>Honestly, when did calculus ever help you in real life?

>Not yet, that's what!

>You take another sip of his scotch. You grab a second glass you left on his desk and pour some into it from the unmarked bottle.

"Well hello to you too, Shiny. Did another recruit fuck up big time?"

>You hand him the glass. Armor cracks a smile of gratitude at the gesture, but quickly turns back into a frown.

>"No. Worse."

"Oh, I've got to hear this."

>He dumps the papers on his desk, eyeing them as if he could set them ablaze with his mind alone.

>Probably his magic, if he ever learned fire spells.

>But nope. It's all shields and barriers with this guy.

>You digress. You're not a unicorn.

>"It's the police over in Manehattan. They've sent me some serious reports of prohibited goods being moved among imported items."

"And they're asking for the Royal Guard because...? That sounds like a local problem."

>"It would be, if those prohibited goods didn't include high grade blastpowder. Something that dangerous out on the streets, they're practically begging me help with security."

"So you're gonna send some guards over for stiffen up the place."

>"That's the idea. They want me to look into this personally. Honestly, I'm not a cop and neither are any of my men."

>You give a light chuckle.

"Yeah, I'll admit to that."

>The first time you had met Shiny's boys was a swift beat-down and a three hour stay in the dungeons until Celestia let you out.

 

>You learned then not to fuck with them.

>Pondering for a moment, you're stricken with a brilliant idea.

>You finish your scotch with one last gulp, holding back the bite, and land the glass on his desk with an audible clack.

"How about I come with?"

>The white unicorn gives you an incredulous look.

>"You want to what?"

"Yeah, this is right up my alley. I told you what I did back on my world."

>"Yeah, didn't you tell me you worked at a desk?"

>You roll your eyes.

"No that was like maybe half the time. The other half I did field work. You know, catching bad guys and shit."

>Shining Armor gives you a hard stare.

"Come on, it's not like I'm doing anything important. I've been cooped up in Canterlot since I got here."

>"I don't know..."

"Besides, visiting another one of your horse-pun cities could be really refreshing."

>The unicorn looks off to the side, processing your request.

>After a few moments, he sighs in defeat. Score, one for you!

>"Fine. I guess taking you along as an advisory role couldn't help."

>You lightly pump your fist, like Tiger Woods sinking a birdie.

>"But the train for Manehatten leaves early tomorrow. You better be up, or I'm leaving without you."

"Aw, and completely screw up my sleep schedule?!"

>You eye Shiny for a split second before letting out a chuckle.

"Yeah, I can do that. I'll set that alarm now so I don't forget later."

>You pull your smart phone out from your pocket and set it's alarm.

>You look down to the only electronic you came here with, and realize the battery is getting low again.

"Hey, you mind charging this for me?"

>You don't even give Shiny a chance to reply as you lob your precious phone above his head, which he catches in a levitation spell.

>The moment he does, your phone chimes, signalling it's being charged.

>"I'll still never figure out how magic manages to recharge your thing."

>You give him a shrug.

"Hey, don't fix what isn't broken."

 

>Shiny begins flipping through all of the unwanted papers he had brought in with him.

>"I really don't want to deal with these right now. I'm supposed to meet Cadence in an hour to go eat."

"Just do what I do: put it off until forever. I hate that paperwork crap as much as the next guy."

>He gives you a discontented look.

>"That doesn't really help me."

"Fine. How about I help you with it tomorrow. It's a long train ride to Manehattan anyway."

>"That'll be great. Thanks Anon."

"No problem. Hey speaking of Cadence..."

>"No I haven't asked her yet."

>You look at your friend completely perplexed.

>Any time you've seen him and sherbet mane together, they were completely dumb for each other with love.

"Why not? You KNOW you're marrying that girl at some point. I'm not king matchmaker, but you two are definitely meant for each other."

>"I just don't know when the right time to ask her is."

"Eh, you'll know."

>You look down at your watch again.

"Well, I'll let you meet up with her. I have to go to the university again."

>You hold up your hand to Armor, and he hovers your phone back to you.

>80%. That'll do for now.

>You get up from the chair and make your way to the door.

>"What's it this time?"

>You look back to him and roll your eyes.

"They want to know about dietary again. Apparently, some of them still think I'm going to eat one of you at some point."

>Both of you laugh.

>"That's ridiculous!"

"I know, right? I bet you taste awful."

>You leave on that note, Shiny still recovering from your last statement.

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>The train ride to Manehattan was uneventful.

>You and Shining Armor, along with one dozen of Canterlot's finest, began your ride at five in the morning.

>Whoever invented 5 AM should be shot.

>None less, you were a man of your word.

>The moment the train started up, you and the captain started to get to work on those reports.

>About thirty minutes in, the both of you realized something terrible.

>These reports weren't just reports of smuggled blast powder.

>No, they were every filed report in Manehattan over the passed few months.

>Everything from petty theft from missing pony reports were hidden amongst the main complaint.

>What was wrong with these cops?

>You figured they either had a non-existent filing system, or someone figured the guards would just take care of everything.

>Once you and Armor had sorted the papers out, there were still a fair number of smuggling reports.

>Not just blast powder, but other prohibited goods as well.

>Mostly dog-originated alcoholics and others items that were prohibited.

>The two of you agreed you would look into those as well.

>There was one thing you were interested in, though.

>Out of all the junk you sifted through, there were quite a few missing ponies.

>For a city in magical horse land, that set off some bells in your trained noggin.

>You would have to ask about those as well. Just didn't sit well with you.

>After a few more hours of Shiny sleeping and you playing Solitaire, your train finally stops in Manehattan's station.

>Still plenty of time for breakfast.

>You look out the window past the station.

>Some larger wooden and brick buildings were visible past the platform.

>"You ready?"

>You look over at Shiny and nod.

"Yeah. I need something to eat, badly."

>As you, Shining Armor, and the guards exit the train and onto a cobbled street you finally get a good look at this city.

>"Manehattan PD should be this way, if I remember."

>Shining looks back at his men.

>"Two columns behind me and Anon."

 

>The white unicorn leads the way through the busy street, dressed city folk parting like the Red Sea at your presence.

>They were gawking more at you than the guards, but you gave them no mind.

>Those who didn't read the kingdom-wide papers wouldn't know what the hell you were.

>Whatever. You were too busy taking in the sites.

>The building and attire reminded you of only what you've seen in old pictures and videos.

>Most of the buildings were several pony stories high, red brick being the prominent choice.

>You'd guess 1930's era back on Earth. Eh, what did you know.

>"Enjoying the view?"

"It's definitely a change in scenery."

>Where Canterlot was stark white, Manehattan was composed of darker colours. It reminded you of back home.

>Minus, you know, the talking ponies.

>"It's sure a far cry from Canterlot, I know. Ah, here we are."

>Shiny stops in front of you and motions to the right side of the road.

>An old style police department stood before you.

>Classic red brick , stone steps to the double glass doors. It even had those two big round lamps encased in brass with 'MPD' on them.

>As you admire the stereotypical building, Shiny has already ordered his men down the road.

>Wherever he sent them, they seemed to know the way.

"Where did you send them?"

>Shiny looks at you after giving his sergeant a last nod.

>"To the docks. They've... kind of done this before."

"Bummer."

>"Come on, let's get inside. I'm sure the chief is waiting for us."

>You enter the department, and an old feeling of nostalgia hits you.

>It reminded you years ago when you first started as a beat.

>The hard wood floor, file cabinets, and closed window-paned doors with the blinds down hit you first.

>The strong scent of coffee hits you second.

>As you dwell deeper in, a large room to your right appears.

>Desks, half empty, are piled with papers as well with an officer occupying them, diligently at work.

 

>You and Shiny make it to the end of the hall, stopped in front of a door with the police chief's name painted on it in black.

>Chief Badge. How original

>Armor gives three raps on the door.

>"Come in."

>The voice is low and gruff. Kinda sounds like your old chief.

>Shiny opens the door to a decent sized office.

>A desk, rivalling the captains, was set up in the middle along with the chief of police sitting behind it.

>The older stallion was a dark blue with a black moustache. His mane was cut high and tight.

>He looks up from the work on his desk toward your two.

>"Ah, Captain Armor. Good to see you again. I assume you went through my reports."

>"Yes, yes I did."

>You can tell the unicorn is irritated.

>"Chief Badge, it's not that I don't mind helping the MPD once in a while..."

>He dumps all the reports on the chief's desk.

>"But I don't appreciate sifting through every drunk and disorderly as well."

>Badge looks down at the now organized stack of paper. He flips through them and a look of slight embarrassment falls on his face.

>He gives a sigh of disappointment.

>"I told that idiot to only send the blast powder reports."

>Badge pushes them to the side of his desk.

>"I apologizes Captain. My case officer can be somewhat disorganized."

>Shiny's face softens, having his fair share of potatoed recruits.

>"Apology accepted, Chief."

>Badge looks over, and up, at you now, as if just noticing you.

>"Ah, you must be Anonymous. I've heard about you in Canterlot Weekly."

>Out of instinct, you grab your wallet and flip it open, showing him your FBI shield as well as ID.

"Special Agent Anonymous, FBI."

>"Never heard of it."

>You roll your eyes.

"Neither has anyone else. I just haven't flashed my badge in a while."

>You put your wallet back in your pocket.

"I'm here to... advise Shining Armor during his investigation. I have special training that could aid in apprehending the smugglers."

>The chief perks up as you finish, and looks at you now with interest.

 

>"Special agent huh? Maybe we can finally catch these dogs before we have another accident at the docks."

"Do you mean 'dogs' figuratively, or..."

>"No, both myself and my customs officer are pretty confident it's dog trading vessels that are smuggling in the blast powder."

>You mind draws a blank.

>Dogs? Ships? Dog pirates? Cool.

"Uh."

>Shiny notices your confusion.

>"Manehattan is Equestria's largest import and export hub. It's port draws trading ships from Phillydelphia, Baltimare, the Griffon Kingdom to the east, as well as the dog territories to the north."

>Chief Badge leans onto his desk.

>"A couple of years ago, a dog ship was making its routine import when there was an accident on the deck. An oil lamp had broken and set fire to several barrels containing blast powder. The explosion obliterated the entire ship and damaged two that were docked next to it. Ever since, any and all foreign blast power is strictly prohibited."

>You nod in confirmation.

"Do you have any specific ships under investigation?"

>"You'll have to talk to the case officer for the reports. Officer Cuff, I believe."

>"You go on ahead, Anonymous. The chief and I need to talk some things over."

>You nod and leave the office and head back to the desk area.

>You pop your head into the room, some officers giving you a look before going back to their work.

"Anybody here Officer Cuff?"

>You scan the officers for a reply.

>One pops his head up from his work and looks in your direction.

>A young stallion, a lighter blue than the chief, with a brown mane waves you over to his overly piled desk.

>"Over here!"

>You navigate your way through desks and file cabinets to the now excited colt.

>"Can I help you with something?"

>You flash your badge again.

"Name's Anonymous. FBI."

>"Never heard of it."

>You sigh in frustration.

"I'm here with Captain Shining Armor to help investigate the port smugglings."

>Officer Cuff lets out a breath of relief.

 

>"Finally! I've been waiting for some help on these for months."

>He notices you're both standing, and offers a chair across from his cramped desk.

>These fucking chairs man. They're like for ten year-olds.

>And the desk is so low your knees just fit under it.

>"I'm guessing this FBI is the police... wherever you come from?"

>You nod.

"Yes. It would be equivalent to an Equestria-wide police force."

>"That's interesting, but Equestria doesn't have something like that. Unless if you count the royal guard."

"Hmm."

>Shiny wasn't lying when he said the guard got caught up in stuff they weren't trained for.

>"Anyway, I'm sure you want to get right into it then, yeah?"

"Chief Badge has already given me the big picture, but he told me to speak to you."

>"Yes sir. I manage any criminal reports in the port area, which includes any incidents within customs."

>You eye the officer in disbelief. That was quite a lot for one man... er colt to take on himself.

"How long have you been on the force?"

>Cuff response with out hesitation.

>"Almost two years."

>Jeez, this guy is greener than the twenties in your wallet.

>Your poor useless twenties.

"Is anyone else helping you with this? Port authority?"

>"No. Just me. The only port authority is the dockmaster, and all he does is allow ships to depart and makes the scheduling for each vessel."

>His enthusiasm drops slightly.

>"But I've been doing my best! Look!"

>He adds, in his defense.

>Cuff opens a drawer on his desk and pulls out several files. He pushes them to you with his hoof and fans them out like playing cards.

>"I've compiled most of the suspects into these files here."

>You open the top file, which holds only a few papers. You thumb through them quickly.

>The top page looked like a profile of a ship called the Bulldog, along with a crew roster as well as the captain's name. The other pages looked like a copy of a trading permit as well as a list of possibles connections to certain incident.

>There were about ten more like this sprawled out on the desk.

"Okay, not bad."

 

>It's better than nothing, and definitely something you can work with.

>"Have there been any arrests made so far?"

>Cuff's ears drop and shakes his head.

>"No. I haven't been able to make any because I can't catch any ships with anything illegal."

"Can't you get a search warrant for the ships?"

>"What's a search warrant?"

>Oh, this'll be good.

"Nevermind."

>Cuff continues.

>"Due to trading agreements between Equestria and dog territories, we're not aloud to search ships without tangible evidence first."

"Which they know this, and make sure anything being smuggled is either below deck or already off the ships."

>"Pretty much. They might as well have diplomatic immunity."

"Well, I'll give you an A for effort. What you have here is more than enough for a deeper investigation."

>He smiles at you in pride. Someone hasn't been appreciated enough.

"Any idea why dogs try to smuggle so much blast powder?"

>"The dogs' home territory are rich with raw minerals. Iron, copper, gold, you name it. Actually, eighty percent of Equestria's supply comes from the territories. You can guess why the trade agreement is so tight."

"With such a percentage, they can practically mold any trade deal to their whim. What is it used for anyway?"

>"A long time ago, dogs apparently brought blastpowder with them on their first voyages to Equestria. Hoping to find more minerals to find, of course. Somepony at some point figured by changing the powder a bit, it can be made into a propellant. Thus, fireworks were invented. And I'm sure you know how much ponies love fireworks."

"Neat. Does mining still take place today?"

>"Most of it has been phased out. There are some groups of dogs that still mine for gems in Equestria, but the permits required for such are expensive and almost not worth the trouble."

"Dogs don't have gems in their lands?"

>"Apparently not. Some dogs become addicted to the trade. We call them something, but I can't remember."

>You flip through some more of the files, finally satisfied.

"Do you know if any of the ships are docked now?"

 

>The colt nods, and pulls out a binder. He flips it open, which has what looks like names as well as dates under each one.

>"I've kept a log of each ship when they make port and depart, so I can correlate with any recent reports before they leave."

>He skims a couple of pages before stopping on a name.

>"Here we go. Captain Blackbone. He owns the Corgi, one of the biggest ships from the territories."

>The Corgi? Jesus Christ.

>"Looks like he made port this morning, and will be here for two days."

"Is there any way we can bring him in?"

>Cuff gives you a look.

>"You'd have better luck swiping the hat off his head."

>You assume that would be impossible as well.

>Whatever, you have this covered.

"Can I have a look at this ship?"

>The blue earth pony is unsure of your request.

>"Uh, sure. I guess we can."

"I want to see what we're dealing with. Where it's docked and all. I just don't want to disturb it or anything."

>Cuff's expression changes once he realizes what you mean.

>"Oh I gotcha. We're going to scope 'em out, right?"

>He seems rather eager all of a sudden.

>The officer reaches into his desk once again, and pulls out a set of high powered binoculars.

>"I know this great observation point where we could see the whole port from."

>He practically hops from his desks and heads straight for the entrance, with you right on his tail.

>You have no idea where this young cop is leading you. You figure you'll just roll with it.

>Maybe you should wait for Shiny.

>Hmm...

>Fuck it.

>You feel as though you were forgetting something.

>Oh yeah.

"Hey wherever you're leading me, we're getting something to eat. I'm starving."

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"I can see why you picked this building. It's a great view of the harbor from up here."

>After you and Officer Cuff stopped at a bakery shop and picked up some bagels and coffee, he had led you to an old book depository at the edge of where the residential and warehouse district meet.

>The place was severely run down, and you were surprised the damn ladder to the roof didn't give out from your weight.

>You were currently finishing your everything bagel while Cuff scanned the port for your suspect.

>"I've been coming up here for weeks now. Every time I got near the docks, the dogs would straighten up and I can never find anything. I figured if I spied on them from a distance, they can go about their business without me patrolling the place.."

"I like your style, Cuff."

>He takes a few more seconds scanning the harbor before his swiveling head locks in position.

>"There it is! Here, come look!"

>He passes you his binoculars. How he managed to do that with a hoof you've given up long ago.

>"It's the large ship with three masts."

>You look through, and find the ship in question. You can make out several figures which you assumed were dogs moving small crates off the ship by ramp. Larger ones were being moved off with some pulley system.

"Hey. Since we're up here, I wanted to ask you something."

>Cuff finishes a sip of coffee.

>"Shoot."

>You move the binoculars from view and look at him.

"When Shining Armor and I were looking through those reports, I noticed there were a lot of missing ponies. Any idea what that's about?"

>Cuff looks over the harbor in thought.

>"You'd be surprised how many ponies drift through Manehattan on a daily basis. Some just pack up and leave for greener pastures. Others move and forget to tell anyone."

"Well that's inconsiderate. Nobody ever looks into any of them?"

>"Pfft. It must be really bad were you come from Anonymous. Not many ponies ever get... I don't know... ponynapped or something. It just... doesn't happen."

"That's what makes it so strange."

>You bring the binoculars back up and refocus back onto the Corgi.

>On the top deck near the wheel is a dog in black with a large feathered hat to match.

"I think I found Blackbone."

 

>"He's hard to miss. Usually he oversees most of the cargo. When he isn't, he's at the Drunken Barnacle. It's a bar on the docks. Most of the dogs and traders alike will gather there during the evening."

>You look to Cuff.

"You know this bar well?"

>He gives a quick chuckle.

>"There's not a week that goes by several officers, including myself, have to break up a fight there."

"You good in a fight?"

>"Well, I AM an earth pony. I've delivered a mean buck once or twice."

>You're not looking at him, but you can tell he's beaming at the accomplishment.

"That's good."

>You look for the bar, and find it.

>It's only a couple buildings away from the Corgi.

"Who owns the bar?"

>"An older pony named Ale, why?"

"Does he take bribes?"

>Cuff gives you an uneasy look.

>"He gets a lot of scummy patrons in there, but I don't know honestly. Why?"

"I got an idea."

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>You and Cuff are skulking in an alley a building away from the Drunken Barnacle.

>A large sack of bits sit in your right palm, hidden behind your jacket.

>"Why can't I go in with you?"

>Cuff is not happy you are doing this yourself, but he was more conspicuous than you were. And that's saying something.

"I'm guessing most of the dogs know your face by now, am I correct?"

>"Well yeah, but..."

>Now he gets it.

>"Okay. You think I might blow whatever angle you're going to play."

"Nothing personal."

>"No, you're right. I'll wait here."

>You nod to him, and look both ways outside of the alley. Good, nobody was looking.

>Slipping out of the crack between buildings you stride up to the bar, pulling glances from both sides of the dock.

>You enter the bar, a heavy wave of booze and salt water hitting you in the face.

>Most of the patrons stare at you for a few second before continuing their conversations.

>It was still early in the day, so the place was relatively quiet.

>The bartender still locked his eyes on you.

 

>An older reddish brown earth pony attended the counter.

>He was looking at you with more of curiosity than anything else.

>You approach the bar, and take a seat in one of the stools.

>"What can I get you there, uh..."

>His voice was what you'd expect from a bartender, and hinted a little alcohol on his breath.

>Can't blame him. He owns a fucking bar.

"Human. I know I look freaky."

>You try to break the ice. Ale takes it, and softens his stare at you.

>"I've seen everything from griffins to minotaurs in my bar. You're the first whatever it was you called yourself."

>You nod with a small smile.

"I came here from far off past the dog territories. Most of us don't leave our own homeland."

>"What. You some kind of adventurer?"

"You can say that."

>You lean into the table nearer Ale, signalling to him to get closer to you, which he does.

"Listen. The ship that brought me over, the Corgi. They were real good to me during the voyage. I have to leave soon, and I wanted to repay them for their generosity."

>Ale raises his eyebrow.

>"That doesn't sound like Blackbone to me."

>Shit, you can still save this. Let's see.

"I told him I'd make it worth his while when I returned to Manehattan."

>The pony smiles and gives a quick hearty laugh.

>"Ha! Now that sounds more like him. There's always a deal involved with that salty dog."

>You smile and nod again.

"I was wondering if tonight you could give out your drinks half off to any dogs from the Corgi. The crew certainly deserves it."

>He scratches his chin in thought.

>"I don't know. I can't just give out drinks on good will alone."

>You know that tone of voice. A couple of bits should seal this.

>You pull out your sack and drop it onto the table, the coins making an audible *chink* as they land.

"I have two hundred bits. Will that cover your expenses?"

>Ale eyes the bag, considering your offer. Then he looks at you.

>"Hmm. Well, you seem like a nice enough guy. Alright, you got a deal."

>He takes the bag and slips it behind the bar and out of sight.

 

"Thank you, very much. Sorry to cut and run, but I have a train to catch."

>You leave the chair and make for the door. Ale calls back to you.

>"Hey. I never got your name. Blackbone will probably want to know why his crew it going to have nasty hangovers tomorrow."

>You look back and smile.

"Oh, he'll know."

>You leave the bar before anything else can be said. You cross one more building, and disappear back into the alley.

>Cuff is still there, drawing circles in the dirt with a hoof.

>He never left, and followed orders well.

>He glances over at you, and jumps back up.

>"Did you make the deal?"

"Sure did. Now all we have to do is wait for tonight, then you'll have your evidence."

>You leave the back end of the alley and head back to MPD.

>"Hey, where did you get those bits from anyway?"

>You look down at him.

"Let's just say Shining Armor isn't returning to Canterlot with any souvenirs."

>Cuff's eyes widen.

>"Ouch. Hope he doesn't find out."

>"You never told me why you wanted to bribe Ale in the first place."

>You might as well tell him. You're going to need him later on.

"I made it so any crewmember on the Corgi will be getting half off drinks tonight."

>"So you're going to get them drunk?"

>You roll your eyes.

"Well that too. The main idea is to get the whole crew to leave the ship. Who's going to pass up cheap beer?"

>"Why would you want them all to be off the ship. There wouldn't be any dogs left to..."

>You see the cogs in his head moving again.

>After a few more moments of walking, he stops dead in his tracks.

>This nigga got it.

>"You plan on sneaking onto the ship!"

>He points an accusing hoof at you, not that you care.

>"That's against the trade agreement between Equestria and the dog territories. No Equestrian police..."

>Now this nigga got even more of it.

>"Oooooh."

>You two begin to walk again.

"I am not a Manehattan cop. Therefore, I'm a loophole in the agreement."

>"But you can still get in a whole lot of trouble!"

>You shrug his warning off.

 

"I won't get in as much as if, let's say, you would."

>Cuff lowers his head in thought. He's in conflict.

"If I can find solid evidence on the ship, that would be enough for an arrest. Correct?"

>"Yeah, but how will you find anything?"

"I have something that will help."

>And by help you mean your phone, which has a camera as well as video.

>"I hope you know what you're doing."

"If you mean if I've ever sneaked onto a pirate ship crewed by talking dogs before, then no."

>Ha, look at his face! He's such a nervous wreck!

"Come on. You and I have a ship to break into."

>"Right behind you, I guess."

"Actually, you lead. I have no idea where I'm going."

>Shiny is going to kill you when he finds out what your doing, but if you get the results you expect he won't have anything to complain about.

>Time to get to work.