Sorry about the delay - internet went out last night.
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"The Market District," you settle on after a moment of thought, "Silver Spoon aside, it is where Trixie first ran into these... ruffians."
"Fair enough," Shining replies, nodding as he rolls up the map and tucks its away under the desk, "So - lets get going."
He waves a hoof, beckoning for you and Chromia to follow. You glance at the bat pony, who simply shrugs and moves to follow the captain as he heads for a door on the other side of the room. You follow after a moment.
You stop and blink as you find yourself suddenly in the bright morning light. You recover after a moment - far faster than your semi-nocturnal compatriot, at least - and take in the scene.
A small contingent - perhaps a platoon? - of a couple dozen guards stand in formation before you. Shining Armor just looks back at you with a small smirk, "What? You thought we were going to do this alone?" Oh yes - I haven't had underlings in ages!
"Trixie had assumed we were going to be more... subtle than this," you reply after a moment. ...I'm not sure if either of us can even do subtle.
"Subtle stopped being in the plans when they attacked my city," Shining replies, "And if you want to find somepony in this city, then the 24th Special Investigation Division is who you want."
"Trackers?" Chromia asks from just behind you. It seemed that she's decided to match the platoon's formality and had taken position just behind you and to the left. oh - our own group of royal guards and a retainer; even better!
"That and more," Shining says. "the 24th is one of the best inteligence and reconnaissance groups in Equestria," the captain turns around to face the unit as he continues, "Alright, fillies and gentelcolts, listen up!" he nods back in your direction, "Miss Lulamoon here has had a few too many run-ins with a local cult and is looking for some help making the problem go away. What sorts of guards would we be if we said no?" A small wave of chuckles ripple through the group, but vanish instantly as Shining's expression turns grim, "This group attacked a cafe yesterday and we have reason to suspect they might be involved in the Silver murder. These lunatics have been kidnapping ponies and using them for who-knows-what. Do not underestimate them. Understood?" Two dozen steely gazes and firm nods answer him back, "Good - We're starting in the Market District. Standard aerial and magic sweeps and watches. Anypony finds anything, they report it to me. Move out."
A chorus of hooves snapping to attention, followed by twenty-four hooves saluting in unison makes for an impressive sight. You wait for the platoon to disperse before stepping up to Shining Armor, "And what of us, Captain?"
"Us?" he replies, "We're going to retrace your route through the market."
"Sounds fairly basic," Chromia quips.
"But effective," you add in, "And if they were in the area before, Trixie bets they will be there again."
Shining sighs, "I've never met a mare so willing to be bait." We aren't the bait, remember? We're the trap.
The walk to the market district is, thankfully, uneventful. Ponies glance in your direction as you pass them, murmuring amongst themselves as they watch your little trio. A great deal of the attenion is directed in Shining Armors attention, as is expected - its not often that the captain of the Royal Guard moves through town fully armored, let alone with two lovely mares close behind. Chromia attracts a fair bit of stares as well - bat ponies aren't that common after all.
But a good chunk of the attention is directed at you, and you can't help but smirk as you notice that. A few caught snippets of conversation confirm you suspicion - word of your show last night has gotten around town. You can't be sure if its becuase of how amazing your show was or because it ended with a giant brawl against a group of cultists, but hey - fame is fame. Thats it, mortals - gaze at us in awe. Watch us like you always should have.
"Alright," Shining says, cutting you out of your subtle preening as your group comes to a stop at a vaguely familar corner, "Here's where you and I met," Shining turns to you, "So - where did you come from?"
"Hrm..." you glance around for a moment, wracking your brain for the right memories. Let me help you with that...
After a moment, the memories rush forth with crystal clarity, "This way," you say, pointing down a side alley, "Trixie is certain of it."
"Lead the way then," Shining says as he steps aside, and you do just that. The unicorn and the bat pony follow behind you as you lead them through the twisting alleys, crossing the occational street. You ignore passing conversations along with the comments of your companions as you retrace your steps through the markets of Canterlot.
Your pace slows though as you reach a street that stands out from the others you've cut through. This one lacks the traffic of the others; instead it appears the a small group of royal guards have beaten you to this particular spot. And none of them are guards you recognize.
You step forward slowly, approaching the crime scene with the sort of caution you usually reserve for manticores. Yellow tape cordons off a large section in the middle of the street, and a larger circle of empty street surrounds that as ponies give the scene a wide berth - or simply turn around and walk the other way. most ponies are not acustomed to death, after all.
You cross the dead-space to approach the nearest of the guards, "Excuse me, guard - is this where the Silver murders occured?"
The guard raises an eyebrow at that, "Ma'am, we are not allowed to share details-"
"She's with me, lieutenant," Shining cuts in as he approaches, "Miss Lulamoon is assisting with the investigation."
"Sir," the lieutenant replies with a salute before turning back to you, "In that case... yes, it is Ma'am."
"When was the... crime?" you ask with only a hint of hesitation as you peer around the guard and at the crime scene. To your untrained eyes, it looks like just another section of street. That's what I'm for - but later...
"Evening," the guard replies, "Apparently they had been coming back from the theater."
"Trixie had come through here in the morning," you murmur to yourself.
"Yeah, but that this happened where you'd cut through..." Shining Armor adds his own musings.
"Was the couple out that morning?" Chromia suddenly asks, causing you, Shining, and the guard to look up.
"Um... yes, actually," the now confused lieutenant replies, "They were out shopping that morning." Thats it!
"What are you getting at, Chromia?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at the bat pony.
"That Mister Silver might have gotten curious," Chromia replies, "And that it might have cost him dearly." Cold, but very acur-wait!
You are about to retort that no amount of curiousity should make a filly an orphan when a chill runs up your spine. You spin around in time to spot a cloaked figure vanishing through a cellar door. "Captain!" you snap out, already moving forward, "It seems we've found our prey."
Shining nods before he starts to charge a spell, his horn flaring a moment later as a series of arcane bolts seep into the ground. "Alight," he says, "Back-up is on its way. Lets move." A secure signaling spell - clever.
You start to move forward again before Chromia stops you, "Please, allow me," she steps forward, swinging the cellar doors open and peering into the darkness beyond, "Royal Guard, come out now!" She shouts into the darkness. No response. Cautiously, she slips down the stairs and into the pitch-black cellar. You loose sight of her for a moment before she shouts, "All clear! Looks like they bolted."
You cast a light spell, horn glowing like a lantern as you head down the rickety wooden steps, Shining a few steps behind you. In the pale blue of your mage light, the cellar looks more like a tomb as long shadows are cast off by stacks of dusty barrels and cob-web covered shelves. Grey stone walls stretches out into the blackness and leave the far corners of the wall shrouded in darkness.
"It looks like-" Shining starts to say, but is cut off as the cellar doors slam shut as a jolt of static runs through you. The jolt snaps your concentration just long enough for your spell to fail.
The last thing you see before your light vanishes is a quartet of cloaked ponies decending from the rafters.
pick one:
[ ] Counter-attack. The best defense is leaving everypony attacking you drooling into the tiles.
[ ] Evade and escape. Back-up is enroute. Just feed this fools to the guards.
[ ] Regroup. Meaning get back to the one pony in the room whose both on your side and armed.
[ ] Reflexes. These foals are nothing. They want to see their goddess so badly? We're more then happy to oblige.