“Morning,” Pipe said as Moorland came in to join him for breakfast.
“Morning, and now, piss off,” she grunted.
“What's up?” he asked.
“Oh, a trafficking ring,” she snapped. “Selling and buying colts and fillies.”
“Damn,” Pipe replied.
“The worst part is that they are being sold as slave labor,” Moorland hissed.
Pipe growled. Moorland knew that growl all to well and sat next to him.
“I know it's hard,” she said, gently stroking his mane. “But.....”
“Hard?!” he growled. “That son of a bitch is still alive!”
“Wait....you mean....?”
“Yes! The one asshole our two families have been chasing!”
Moorland sat there and thought back. There had been one criminal they hoped to never come across again-Gold Bit.
Gold Bit, or better known as Gold Bit VIII was known by both the Hive and the House of Clue as the one who escaped punishment. His family ran drug rings, sex and slave trafficking rings, drug smuggling operations, forgery operations and had their hooves in just about every other illegal activity that could easily be imagined.
Gold Bit I first crossed blades with Evidence Clue and Fenland Knight when he was caught trying to sell kidnapped fillies and colts to the hive as slave labor. They had tracked him down and nearly had him, but he escaped by way of burrowing through an old warehouse to an underground bunker, where his operations took place.
Over the years, the rest of the generations followed daddy's example, and were very nearly caught but squeaked by. One guard, a Captain Lunar Cloud of the Royal Lunar Dream Guard, had a habit of saying “Their lucky rabbit's foot ran out.”
As for Gold Bit VIII, he crossed blades with Moorland during a bank heist and crossed blades with Pipe during a forged money ring. The two had begun to expend energy to put this crime ring in the ground.
“Hand me a dagger, I'm going to see it to a crimson end,” Moorland hissed.
“We need to get at him first. And he's being crafty, waiting in the shadows,” Pipe replied. “I'd honestly love to see him turned into a sieve as well, but I'll have to settle for either the noose or letting the bastard off the hook.”
“You know what, screw that! I don't care how, just end the bastard!” Moorland snarled, slamming a hoof into the table.
“I never thought you'd say such things,” Pipe said. “Because I know many dirty tactics to put him in the ground.”
She nodded. The two finished breakfast and went their separate ways. Pipe made his way to his office, where he found a note on his desk. He glimpsed it and saw it was from, of all ponies, Gold Bit.
To the detective,
I will end you if you interfere with any of my plans.
Pipe chuckled and crumpled the note.
“He's in for one rude awakening,” Pipe muttered.
He grabbed the phone and called up Moorland.
“Get ready,” he told her once she answered. “He's made his move.”