The festival had caused a massive uproar and it worried Detective Blaze to some extent. She knew what was to be at stake should one thing fall out of place and for that reason she accepted Princess Luna’s request. ‘I can’t let him get the advantage. No matter what happens, I can’t let him hurt anyone else.’ she chants in her mind walking into her office. Staring at the pile of paperwork, she takes off her black mirrored aviators and briefly wonders how the newest threat would be extinguished. She sighs a tired sigh before sitting at her desk to commence her work which at the moment was going through paperwork.
“Of all things to do with my time it has to be sorting paperwork.” she grumbles taking a small portion of her paperwork from the giant pile next to her, “I could be out on the field keeping Equestria safe from him.” she adds seething at the idea of being stuck with paperwork.
She turns her head towards her small office window to get a quick glance outside observing the cloudy skies like the answer truly was hidden in the clouds. She had to protect the Princesses and ensure that the Wonderbolts’ cover isn't blown in the process. ‘As if I don’t have enough on my plate as is with that wretched scum, Black Shard!’ she seethes mentally glaring right back at her work. She had to find that bastard and with the constant threats to the princess of the night the urgency was increased to excruciating heights.
“Spitfire wouldn't have to deal with this crap if it weren't for that self-obsessed punk HeatWave making a fool of himself in front of the Equestria Elite Force.” She grumbled glaring at the newest files on the current issue only to have her eyes widen in shock, “WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW DID SHE GET ROPED INTO THIS CASE!” she shouts in shock dropping the article in midst of her mental freak out.
Staring at the file of most recent disappearances and attempted kidnappings done in Equestria for the past five months, she found that her little cousin was one of the failed attempts. Despite her having a full on mental breakdown she looked completely calm to the point where it appeared like nothing was wrong. ‘She can’t possibly...NO WAY! This is the most dependable of lassies and the most reliable of amigas you’re talking about here.’ She thought as she paced back and forth in the small office. She was confused and this wasn't a good time to be a ticking time bomb considering the situations she is currently in. Just when she was about to scream her frustrations a knock breaks the silence.
“Come in.” she says her voice masking her anger.
“Detective Blaze, the royal guards are here to escort you to Canterlot. Dr. Note should be arriving in Canterlot shortly with the lastest evidence on your current case.” a young girl steps into the office with a bounce in her step, “What happened to Dr. Note’s dog?” she asks taking notice of a dog passed out in the middle of the room.
“Hm… oh nothing is wrong with him, Cassy. He is just taking a nap and judging by the time I should give him a wake up call. Do be a dear and tell the guards I will be there momentarily, we wouldn't old Thrasher to miss lunch.” She quips nonchalantly giving a last clean check on her desk.
“Sure thing Detective Blaze.” Cassy eagerly states skipping out of the room with a cheerful spring in her step
Once Cassy left the room she grab a mini syringe from one of her desk many hidden compartments and rushes over to the unconscious pitbull to check his vitals. She lifts her head to give one more check to see if Cassy was nearby or not before she stabs the syringe in the pups chest. The pitbull yelps once the syringe takes effect and by the time she pulls it out of him he is already running around the room like a crazed mutt. This goes on for a few moment before he crashes into the desk stopping to shake his head in confusion.
“Good to see that my birthday gift works. Thank you for your help old chap. Cassy will be looking after you while I tend to some pressing matters. Be good for her this time, Thrasher.” she quip giving the pitbull an apologetic head rub.
She walks out of her office to see the royal guards and the town chief waiting inside a small lobby area. ‘No matter what happens, Black Shard, I will put an end to your madness.’ she vows giving her office one last look before leaving to join the guards. She wasn’t about to let some psycho attack those she cared for and take over the land she adores more than anything. Putting on her black sunglasses, she says in a calm manner, “Shall we get going gentlemen?”