5 months later, Headline, is still trying to find clues to get himself to Zephyr. However, while he is working, he secretly asks questions about Zephyr to any pony he has not asked. Some got scared to even give an answer, others just wanted him gone without he even answering his question, and others gave some thoughts but no true facts.
“I need someone who knows about him, but where can I find these answers?” Taking a while to think... “I know, I should start with Mr. Ink. He might know where to start.”
Quickly, he galloped for Equestrian News HQ and as usual...
“Excuse me, is Mr. Ink Here?”
“Yeah, he is still in his office, like usual, it's almost like he never leaves the place.” said the no caring elderly pony again.
Headline went up to the office, entered, and started talking very quickly.
“DoyouhappentoknowanyofKeybo'srelatives?”
“Excuse me, I did not quite catch what you said.” Mr. Ink responded in shock.
“I asked if you happen to know any of Keybo's relatives.” Headline explained calmly.
“Not really, but he did have acquaintances.”
“Really? Who?”
“He did not say. I never asked him who they are.”
“Do you happen to know where he hangs out, outside of work?”
“Hmmmm....Oh yeah, he goes to this place called...uhhh....The Winged Giraffe.”
“Where is that?
“Just on the outskirts of Ponyville. On the trail toward Canterlot.”
“Thanks.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Headline went straight for the bar called “The Winged Giraffe”. As soon as he entered, he pictured it just as he thought it was, a roughen-toughen kind of place with a few hoof fights going on. He decided to walk up to the bar table and talk to the bartender.
“What can I get for you?” This muscular pony said with a low voice.
“I would like some information.” Headline replied with a serious look on his face.
“Well that depends on the information that you are looking for. What kind of information?”
“Disappearance.”
“Now, I probably won't know much about that but I will do my best.”
“I'm looking for someone by the name of Keybo.”
“Keybo....Keybo....OOOOHH!!...I know who you are talking about now.” He said with great confidence in himself. “That newspaper writer that only a few have heard about.”
“Yes, do you know where he is?”
“Sorry, haven't seen him in 3 months.”
Feeling disappointed, Headline had no choice but to bring out deeper details.
“Listen, is there a place we can talk privately?”
“Sure, in that corner over there. Hey Debit! You're in charge of the bar for now.” The bartender said as he and Headline went to the corner of the bar.
“Listen, do you happen to know his true identity?”
“I don't know what you are talking about!” He said in confusion.
“I need to find him before something bad happens.”
“How bad?” He asked Headline with curiosity.
“He'll destroy Equestria.”
“HAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA!!! THAT IS...huh?”
In shock, he watched as Headline unbuttoned part of his shirt to show the Assassin mark.
“It's no joke!” Headline responded in anger.
“Oh, I did not know you...”
“No, you didn't, so I will ask again, where is he?”
Suddenly, there was a slight pause and they were just looking at each other for a few seconds when the bartender responded.
“This isn't even a safe place to talk about this. Come into the back with me. I'll tell you everything.”
Slowly, they both walked into the back, as Headline quickly installed his blades before he knew. As they entered, the bartender turned around...
“Sit down; I have someone here who can inform you of this matter, a very close friend to Keybo that only he trusts.” He quickly went through another door to go get the friend of his.
Meanwhile, Headline sat down and waited. After a couple of minutes, the lights went off in the room and doors were being locked shut. Headline jumped up and brought out his blades.
“I expected you to do this.” Headline said out loud.
“Too bad you will not live to find him.” The bartender yelled in the darkness.
“Looks like there were more assassins then I thought.”
“You really think that those 5 assassins were all that was left of his clan? I don't think so. Now, you are alone, and you have no weapons.”
“That is where you are wrong.” Suddenly Headline stabbed one that was appearing out of the darkness and collapsed on the ground.
“The whole time I was sitting here I had my ears do the talking as I heard 3 assassins try to hide from my eyes but my ears heard everything. Looks like these assassins are not that great after all.” Headline said with high authority as he swoop-kicked one to the ground and stabbed the pony. Another tried to jump on him from behind, but got a blade blocking his attack and Headline k.o'd him with a punch in the face.
“I know you are here!” Headline yelled.
“Impossible.”
“Show yourself, or you are next, because I know where you are. You are too big to hide from me.” Headline sees this small ridge behind some boxes. “It's too easy.” He suddenly throws a knife and cuts the ridge.
“AHHHHHHHHH!!! You B****!!!”
“Naughty, no need for a “foul” mouth.” Pushes him against the wall. “Now, tell me where he is or you are next!”
“I...will...never...”
“Watch your next words...” Headline says as he lifts him by the neck against the wall. “...or they will be your last.”
“O.k....O.k....at....this...time......he...wo....would...be...at....the...PONYVILLE CAFE!” He yelled and then Headline suddenly drops him.
“Seriously!?”
“YES, YES IT'S TRUE!!!”
“You disregarded the true way of an assassin in Equestria and must be humiliated. Take me to him.”
“He...will...”
“Would you like me to do it the hard way?” Headline responded as he clashes his hooves.
“O.k. O.k. I may last longer that way then your way.”