"Raven Inkwell, status report. Over."
"Copy. The targets are approaching the building. I will continue to watch from afar, your Highness." Raven peeks around a corner of a building before continuing. "Over."
Two unassuming ponies -- a mare and a stallion -- continue to walk down the alley. One appears to nod at the other, splitting away to disappear through a door. Raven lights her horn for a moment, vanishing almost immediately after the initial flash. The pony that remained outside the building is of lesser importance than the one that had entered.
"State your location. Shining Armor will be sending backup forces."
"Twenty-third warehouse perpendicular to the entrance path, forty-eight degrees North of East at a radius of approximately eight miles. Ten-six."
"Roger that. Report to me your findings once you are safe. Out."
Raven lights her horn again, this time using a teleportation spell. She tucks away her walkie talkie, now standing on a ceiling beam within the warehouse. It is clear that there is a chemical operation of some kind being carried out on the ground floor, though it is hard to tell for sure what is being manufactured from the height she stands at.
The mare who entered the building before carefully trots up to the machinery. She begins to press buttons on the control dashboard, though, once again, it is unclear what exactly is being done. Raven vanishes once more with a teleportation spell.
Now far closer than before, Raven slowly steps toward the dashboard, keeping a keen eye on what is being operated with each button press. The mare at the controls frowns, turning her head in the direction of Raven. She emits a noise sounding like a cross between a huff and a grunt before turning back and refocusing her attention on the controls.
There is some noise outside. Both Raven and the mare simultaneously freeze, the former of concern and the latter of fear. Quietly, Raven teleports away one more time, cupping a hoof to the microphone of her walkie talkie.
"There appears to be an encounter between the guards and the second target outside the warehouse. I suspect this is the backup that the Crystal Prince has sent? Over."
"Affirmative. I have received a report stating that the second target has been taken into custody with little resistance. What is the status on the first target? Over."
"She appears to be operating unidentified heavy machinery. I attempted to make sense of its operation, but it appears that she may be aware of my presence. Over."
"Remain in your current location. I will direct the guardsponies to raid the building. As the target is an Earth Pony, they will be unable to escape easily. Over and out."
Moments later, the doors of the warehouse were bucked down, allowing for a squadron of guards to flood into the building.
The mare let out an annoyed sigh and held her hooves up. "Take me. I've had enough of this crap my coltfriend puts me through."
"It appears that the primary target may have been a decoy. Over."
"I copy. I have been observing by means of a microphone tucked within the armor of a guard. I believe that we have made a good choice in first apprehending our secondary target, as he is likely the coltfriend that the mare speaks of. Out."
Raven sets down her walkie talkie. It has been some time since she herself did not need to take part in an ambush such as this.
Perhaps this is what retirement will be like.