“Slow down!” I yelled as I gripped the handholds on the side of the carriage for the simple task of making sure I survived this ordeal. I was glad this carriage had cup holders, and that the cups had lids on them. Else I’d have a spilt coffee problem, and likely a burn problem, on top of this crazy stallion sprinting down the road the second he informed me we were on the correct street.
“Hush!” He yelled back, even louder than I did. “Do ya want to let everypony know we are here?! Gotta stay quiet!”
“Like you are being any more quiet than I am!” I raged in my head. Choc hit a rather deep pothole and I was sent flying in the air despite the death grip I had on the handholds, my head nearly smacked into the roof of the carriage. “Watch for the potholes dammit!” I yelled, “Nearly broke my neck!”
I think he muttered something, but I didn’t catch what. From the brief rolling of his eyes I barely made out in this dark, I suspected it was something sarcastic. Nevertheless I saw him eye a certain warehouse and watched as he nodded his head. I was guessing that was our target, but what was he gonna do? Ram us into it?
Nope. He instead used his magic to unstrap himself from his harness, my eyes widened when Choc slowed down and let the speed of the carriage slowly catch up to him. Before his butt hit the front of the carriage Choc jumped up, horn flashing, and teleported himself in the carriage bench across from me. Having the audacity to appear completely relaxed and composed as the carriage slowly came to a rolling stop in front of the warehouse.
I glared at the stallion in front of me, “You’re one crazy bastard you know that right?”
He shrugged, “I have no idea what you are talking about.” His horn lit up and he levitated two binoculars from his saddlebag and magiced one over to me. “Now stop fussing about the past and watch. We’re burning nighttime.”
I grabbed one of the binoculars out of the air and huffed in annoyance before taking a sip from my coffee as I watched one half of the warehouse while my new partner watched the other half. If there is one thing the movies and tv shows don't show, it's that actual stakeouts do not give instant results. Choc and I sat in his carriage for a good couple of hours, we kept silent so that we didn't miss anything but that had the consequence of leaving us in complete boredom.
After a while I was almost about to give up, I was never one to just sit around in silence and do nothing. I didn't have the patience nor attention span for that. I needed something to do, luckily for me, and I suppose us, there was a break in the nothing that was going on. As I slowly scanned the outside of the building I saw one lone cloaked pony walking down the sidewalk, he was in my opinion looking very shifty and shady. Especially at this time of night.
“Hey, Choc. Look.” I nudged the unicorn with an elbow and pointed in the direction of the pony when Choc looked over to me. He raised his binoculars to his eyes and looked to where I pointed.
“Well I'll be Celestia’s uncle. Finally some progress!” He said, grinning like a crazed idiot.
We watched as the pony tapped three times on the warehouse’s door with a hoof. A few seconds later the door opened, the cloaked pony looked to be saying something to someone unseen before walking in. “Very suspicious.” I muttered, mostly to myself.
The door didn't close immediately, another pony peeked out the open doorframe and looked around, as if to check for followers. But this time the pony had an all too familiar helmet on. A helmet that, while before brought joy to me when I once saw them live, now filled me with a bit of indignant rage. Those helmets don't belong on evil. The pony seemed satisfied, as much as I could tell since his head was covered, that no one was around and ducked back into the warehouse.
“This is our place and those are our ponies.” I said. “I know those helmets.”
“Indeed.” Replied Choc. “Those are the same ponies that ransacked my shop.”
“So… Wanna go in guns blazing?” He probably doesn't know what a gun is, but I’m sure the meaning was clear enough.
“No, too risky. I say we head back and try and get the blueprints to the warehouse. If we can find ways to break in without being caught this whole thing would go a lot smoother.” Choc shook his head. “Plus we should get some supplies for breaking in anyway.”
“Ah, right.” A smarter plan than mine I'll admit. Though I wonder when playing detectives turned into playing thieves. “Sounds good, let’s-”
Choc started laughing wildly, “I'm just pulling your leg! Buck planning! I want revenge and I want it now!”
“Wait, what?” I didn't have time to say anything else.
With that he teleported out of the carriage, I looked outside to see him already strapped into the harness. He pulled sharply out of his parking spot and dashed us at the warehouse. At first I thought this crazy lunatic was going straight for the heavy duty wall, but it turns out he veered for a fallen billboard in front of the building that I hadn't taken the time to notice before. The sign had fallen to the ground and for some reason nobody had fixed it or moved it. The sign part of the billboard made a perfect ramp to a window halfway up the wall that looked to be big enough to accommodate his carriage.
“Grab your stuff! This'll be bumpy!” He shouted at me.
“You crazy old coot!” I yelled at Choc, I still did what he said though. I strapped my bag to my back and held my new fancy wubboard tightly to my chest. I double checked to see if my wubnades were in the side pockets of my bag. Besides my fists, which I still had to work on my strength, they were my only real source of self defense.
Just before we burst through the window, Choc teleported back inside the carriage. “Smart move,” I thought to myself as I put my headphones on around my neck, ready to be put on to protect myself from my own wubnades.
The carriage finally smashed through the window, sending shards of glass everywhere. I couldn't help but think that this carriage won't likely survive the fall, it did not look all that sturdy. I just happened to look out the window, the warehouse was full of stereos and other various technological music based stuff. Everything was connected via wire, and all that wire lead to one part of the farthest wall across from us and trailed upwards to a room that overlooked the storage area. All the stereos and stuff were pointed right in the middle of the warehouse, where we so incidentally were about to land.
There were ponies in the warehouse, and if I could see their face I'd think they'd look shocked. But I didn't get to think long on that as the carriage finally remembered it was bound by gravity, we fell to the center of the warehouse and crashed.
“Bumpy indeed…”