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// Suspect 005 
// Story: The Usual Suspects 
// by Visharo 
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"Stating for the record, Suspect 005 is a dark violet pegasus mare. Her mane and tail looks to be artificially streaked with black. Looking through records, her original color was an even darker purple. Eyes are a piercing spearmint green. Her wings seem to be have been replaced with a newer model of mechanical wings. Those things are expensive and really hard to find. Cutie mark is a golden streak over a cratered surface. Bringing her in now."


*door opens*



*door closes*



*heavy thump*



*silence*



"What do you want?"


"Answers."


"Well you can't have 'em. Fucking Greaser."



*spitting noise*


"What's your name?"


"Ha! As if I'll tell you."


"Well, I do have a unicorn on standby, ready to zap anypony whom I see fit."


"You think I'm scared? Nothing scares me! I'm like a mountain! Unbeatable."


"If you don't sit down right now, I'll give the call."


"Do it!"



*crackle*

*loud popping*

*screams*

*crackle*

*screams stop*


"So, you ready to talk now?"


*ragged breathing*


"Good. Now, what is your name?"


"Comet Rush!"


"Missus Rush, what were you doing on April 20?"


"I was."



*strained cough*



"Aw, shit. Blood."


"You'll be alright, you can get a doc after this."


"Right, a doc. So, I was delivering food. It's the company I work for, Hooves On Delivery? You know it?"


"Yeah, I know of it."


"Cute place. They've got."



*coughing that turns into violent hacking*



"Shit Greaser, shit shit shit. I don't feel so good right now, can I go to the doc now?"


"Not yet, just tell me what happened in your day. Anything different or odd?"


*groan*



"Well, there was one delivery. My uncle called me and told me I had to deliver some steak. The job was so simple!"



*heaving*



"Simple. So simple."


"Aw, shit."


*loud explosion*

*glass and metal shrieking*

*recorder fizzing*

*recorder cuts*