There was a knock at the front door of their filthy house, which came as something of a surprise to Christan since none of their friends knew where their house was even located. Other than both of their parents, both parties having already said they never wanted to visit the 'run down shack' again as they called it, there was only one other group that knew where they lived. Course when Christan realized who was at their door he sighed and got up, cursing his roommate, or former roommate or whatever he/she was, as he unlocked the door and opened it to find two police officers standing there.
"Christan Miller?" one officer, a young man, asked, receiving a nod in return, "Good. We received a code red from this house not twenty minutes ago, indicating that Allen Keller has disabled or even destroyed his ankle bracelet. We would like to have a word with Mister Keller before taking him into custody."
Christan didn't say a single word, he had grown to not having to say anything around the cops when they came to grab his roommate every now and than. Every time there was a robbery or some sort of misadventure in the city the cops would come here to talk to Allen if they didn't have their suspects yet. How the cops had found Allen living in Christan's spare room the first time he still didn't know, but he quickly learned not to bother lying to the police. Besides, the two cops, one a guy and the other a girl, were relativity young for being cops, so he guessed they were about twenty-five at the least.
Christan wondered what the cops would think when they saw the alicorn standing in his living room, staring at the television while she tried to determine how to get to Discord's location. If they were bronies or pegasisters then they might jump at the chance to finally meet Nightmare Moon, but if they weren't then they might think Christan was playing a joke on them. And as much as Christan liked having Allen around the house he wasn't willing to go to jail for something the guy had foolishly done earlier.
"Why is this strange game even in the news?" Nightmare asked, raising an eyebrow as she watched a game of poker on a whole different channel that clearly wasn't the news, "Three of these contestants are clearly cheating each other out of their money. Why haven't the judges arrested and carted them off yet?"
"Its just a game Nightmare," Christan answered, sitting down at his table while the two cops gave him funny looks, "Your supposed to bid on the cards you have and try to take in as much of the chips as you can while making sure you don't run out. If someone runs out of chips then they are eliminated from the game and the rest move on with fewer players then when they started."
"Where is the war?" Nightmare asked, the remote bouncing in her magical grasp as she waited for the event to come on, "Where is the carnage and gore of spilling one's guts out? Where's the sound of swords clashing and magic blazing through the air as two armies fought for supremacy? Where's the flash of the cannons and the sound of the warriors fighting for what they believe in?
And what in Faust's name does a little pink rabbit with a drum have anything to do with this game?"
Christan was at the point of laughter as there was nothing greater than listening or watching Nightmare Moon complain about what was on the television. Or as the case was with what was currently on, a simple card game that she didn't understand and a certain energizer bunny who showed up during one of the commercials. He was sure the cops were confused at this point and he hoped they didn't decide to question him about what was going on.
"Wait a minute," the first cop said, getting a full glimpse at the alicorn who wasn't paying attention to them, "Is that who I think it is or is my mind playing a prank on me?"
"I'm sure our minds aren't playing a joke on us," the second cop said, tilting her head to the side, "I'm just confused as to why there's an alicorn watching television right now. And where is Allen Keller?"
"Your staring at her." Christan said, beckoning to the mare as the cops stared at him, "I come home this afternoon and found her standing next to the couch with no Allen in sight. After a few questions and answers I have discovered that this armored alicorn is, in fact, my roommate Allen Keller. Where the ankle bracelet went I have no idea, but she wasn't wearing one when I got home."
The cops looked at each other and sighed, so Christan wondered if they were going to ask Nightmare Moon to come along quietly with them. It was going to be weird asking the Princess of the Night to come with them before they transported her to the police station. That was if they were going to arrest her for shattering the bracelet, but considering that this was something they had never trained for there was something of a unpredictability factor.
"So, um, Miss Nightmare Moon," the male cop continued, facing the alicorn as she continued to watch the television, "Excuse me? Mistress of the Night? I think she's ignoring me."
In truth Nightmare was listening to the guy, but the pictures on the screen captured her attention and she wasn't about to let something else shake her off. There was something about the fact that the players were wearing caps and drinking what appeared to be some form of alcohol that the refs were okay with them drinking. Some even wore sunglasses, which was strange since they were currently indoors, but it was the way they played that caught her attention. One player was fooling his ways through the turns, somehow winning hands with the greatest of luck, and he was draining his opponents of chips.
There was something about his goatee, the toothy grin, and the fact that he was drinking some form of grape wine while he was playing the game that captured her immediate attention.
"Let's just paralyze her and drag her to the station," the female cop said, "We don't have time to waste on her while we can get some of our other jobs taken care of."
"I don't think that will work too well," Christan spoke up, causing the two cops to turn their heads again, "She's the Princess of the Night and a master of battle magic. I doubt that she will allow herself to become paralyzed easily. Besides, she seems to be searching for a clue as to where Discord is located."
"Huzzah, that's who this man reminds me of," Nightmare proclaimed, lifting a hoof to the television to point at the man, "I have found you Discord."
Christan looked up to see who Nightmare was referring to and sure enough he caught a glimpse of the infamous young man that most bronies drew Discord as. He let a small chuckle escape his lips, if she knew where her target was supposed to be then Nightmare was going to escape the cops before anything else happened.
"I'm going to radio this in," the female cop said, grabbing her radio and holding it to her mouth, "Attention all officers, the renegade known as Discord has moved on to Las Vegas. My partner and I have found an alicorn by the name of Nightmare Moon, who seems intent on hunting the renegade down as well."
"Information received," said a voice on the other side of the radio, "All units be advised that Operation Nightshade is a definite go."
Christan was confused; as far as he knew police officers didn't talk in code or speak of operations that don't exist. Then there was something about Discord that made them seem even more energized than before, as if that was even possible for cops.
"What's going on here?" Christan asked, voicing his confusion.
"Come along Nightmare Moon," the male officer said, somehow getting the mare to follow him to the door, "We have some things to prepare for."
"It's quite simple young man," the other officer spoke up, "The New Lunar Republic is going to tear Discord and Celestia a new one."