"Which room is he in?" Agent Sanro asked the desk pony.

"Room 8, Sir." replied the desk secretary.

Agent Sanro trotted down the hall, a file in the air, enveloped in his magical aura. He made his way through the dim lighted corridor till he came to an oak wood door with "8" painted in blue stood in front of him. Sanro pushed open the door to find a dark blue pegasus with a tan fleece and a black and grey checkered scarf wrapped around his scarred neck. The pony's matted black and red mane showed dirt and grime from the world outside. He looked up to Agent Sanro with solid violet eyes, burning with a hate no pony should know.

The agent sauntered over to the table between the pegasus and him. He threw the file on the table and sat down and stared at the hateful pegasus.

"What’s your name, friend?" Agent Sanro asked the prisoner.

"My name is Elric Faelan." The Pegasus responded.

Sanro pulled a cigarette out of his saddlebags and light it, blowing a puff of smoke in the air. "Hmm, where you from, Mr. Elric? Roam? Appleloosa? Manehattan?"

"Stable 132." Elric Responded immediately.

Sanro blew another puff in the air and smiled. “You really think I’m that stupid? No one lives in those stables, especially anypony without skin falling off. So...where you really from?"

"Like I said, Stable 132." replied Faelan with a smirk.

Sanro sighed and leaned over to shift the file in front of him. With his magic, he opened up the folder and produced three photos and set them in front of Elric. Elric hoofed the images closer to him and looked at them quizzically. "Elric, this was taken two weeks ago in town. Is that you?" Sanro asked, pointing a hoof at a particular pony in the photo.

"Yes, sir. That is me." Elric shoved the photos back across the table to the agent. “And you still haven't told me why I'm here."

“You're here because of that." The agent pointed at Elric's left front leg.

Elric looked down at his leg where his Pip buck sat, fitted snugly on his leg. He looked up at the agent and gave him quizzical look. Sanro just smiled and mashed his cigarette butt into the table. He leaned on the table and pushed another piece of parchment towards Elric. Elric looked down to the paper for a moment to took in what it said. He looked up with shock to Agent Sanro.

"So you tell me why you're here, Mr. 132. This should be interesting." Sanro pulled over a chair and got comfortable.

Elric took another quick glance at the parchment again and sighed. He shifted a little bit and cleared his throat.

"Well, it all started about 8 weeks ago. I was doing maintenance on one of the Stable's air filtration units...."

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