Sherlock Hooves sat down in the chair. We explained everything we knew about Patrick Lott, convicted pedo and our ex-vice principal. We told him everything we knew about him; we told him everything from his backstory to the victims to his obsession with cameras. Of course we covered up a lot of the history so it wouldn’t be about a human, but we skillfully weaved a lie that was practically impenetrable. If that makes any sense.

“I see” Sherlock Hooves said “This is a valid suspect though, I presume?”

“Yes, believe us” I said

“I see” Sherlock Hooves said, deep in thought “What is the best way to go about and capture this pony?”

We were all silent, no one had an actual idea on how to capture Mr Lott. Hell we weren’t even sure if he was the guy who took Inkie Pie, it just makes sense…since…you know. Then something hit me, what about Clyde? No. Clyde said it wasn’t him, so it couldn’t be him…

“Well we got to think of something” I said

Just then a knock on the door echoced through the hallway, I got up and opened it. The train still traveled on, even though it was near to midnight. I opened the door, there stood a pony, he wore a hat with- god dammit its only Harrison.

“Bonjour” I didn’t even respond, I just slammed the door on his face.

“Who was that?” Dan asked

“Harrison” I said

“What? No he died remember?” Dan said. He walked towards the door and opened it. Harrison was still there with the same facial expression.

“Bonjour” Harrison said again “Can I like come in?”

Dan gave it a thought “Whatever, only if you help us though, okay? Don’t steal stuff”

Harrison walked in “Evening mentlegen- I mean gentlemen” Harrison said “I heard we had a problem with a missing pony?”

“Actually yes” Sherlock Hooves said, standing up to greet the newcomer “I see you have a detectives hat, are you in the club?”

“Yea, I am in the detective club” Harrison said

“No there is no detective club. Just judging by how your ‘friends’ reacted to seeing you gave me the feeling you are an idiot” Sherlock Hooves said “But if you are willing to help I see no reason why we should obstruct you”

“Yes, no obstruction please” Harrison said “I have quite the plan to get the filly back, it is quite the genius plan to say the least”

We all looked at him withintrigue.

***

“GET YOUR CAMERAS! GOOD CAMERAS THAT CAN BE PLACED ANYWHERE!” I said. This was Harrisons plan, go into the carts and sell…video cameras. I don’t even know why they made me and Dan wear those fake mustaches…

“GET YOUR CAMERAS! GOOD CAMERAS! YOULL LOVE THEM SO MUCH, YOU CAN STALK ANYONE ANYTIME!” Dan shouted

“Hello, how much for a camera?” A stallion asked. He was a little older, he had a white mane and blue body.

“10 bits, excellent price!” Dan said. We were all ready to jump this bastard and beat him senseless until he told us where Inkie pie was.

“Great thanks, I think my wife is cheating on me” He said before scurrying off.

Well that plan blew. We only had one camera that Lyra gave us, and I doubt she will be happy when we tell her we sold it. The plan was drying up fast. No one could find Mr. O’Patrick, so it turns out we will have to find him, BY ANY MEANS NECCESARY.

We were just about to pack up when we noticed two ponies looking at us, but they quickly turned their heads. They looked at us for just enough time to arouse my suspicions. Nonetheless, not wanting to confront the two, we headed back to Cart 1.

The first thing we saw in Cart 1 seemed more like people waiting to get on an airplane for a vacation instead of a group all suspects for a disappearance. Mike and Sugar Blossom were casually talking, Mike just telling her about our daring exploits in the name of stupidity, Nico and Tyler were focusing on a Rubix cube…again, and Lyra was reading some book, probably about humans.

“Any luck gentlecolts?” Sherlock Hooves asked

“No, not really” I said “We saw these two staring at us but they quickly turned their heads, o and Lyra…we kind of sold your camera for 10 bits. My bad”

Lyra gave us a angry look but instantly went into her book again.

“So now what?” I asked

“I don’t know, I might alert some of the other staff to be on the lookout for anything suspicious, but I don’t know how much that could do” Sugar Blossom said

“Im going to go see if I can find Mr. O’Patrick” I said

“We’ve already checked, hes not in there” Sherlock said, that didn’t stop me from opening Door 10.

The inside of the room was rather cluttered, Not like Commander Muttonchops room full of whiskey bottles and other garbage, but this room was full of books. It looked as though someone had just gone to the bathroom instead of vanished. The light on a small table was still turned on, next to it was a big book.

I checked the title: “White Cloaks and Red Cloaks”. What was this guy a fashion designer? But this wasn’t just any book, it looked old. It reminded me of one of those ancient Medieval manuscripts you sometimes saw on TV. I had to take a lil look…

(15 Minutes later) *** (15 minutes later)

Okay, I am definitely showing the guys this…

I headed out of the room for a split second “Hey guys you got to see this” but instead of responding to me everyone was in a huddle.

“What’s going on?” I asked

“We have a new plan” Harrison said “All we got to do, is find a wizard”

“Harrison you might actually be a dumbfuck” Nico said

“No Im serious, because then he can just teleport us to Mr. Lott and we can find Inkie Pie.

“Is that even possible?” Mike asked

“I doubt it” Sherlock Hooves said

“I just say we go a little bit more aggressive”

***

Cart 2

“BUYING SLAVE FILLIES, GIVING GOOD OFFERS!”

Cart 3

“BUYING ALL UNDERAGE PONIES, DO NOT BE AFRAID TO OFFER”

Cart 4

“TRADING ITEMS FOR UNDERAGE PONIES, QUICK BUYING!”

Cart 5

“BUYING LITTLE EARTH PONY FILLIES!”

“How much for this one?” Some guy asked, he held up a little pink unicorn

“NOPE SORRY”

“Dad let me go!” The little filly said

Cart 6

“BUYING ALL LITTLE EARTH PONY FILLIES, NAMES STARTING WITH I PLEASE!

Cart 7

“BUYING ANY PONY NAMED INKIE PIE”

No luck still, we headed into Cart 8- should we have done something about that guy in Cart 5? Meh

Cart 8

“BUYING INKIE PIE, GIVING GOOD OFFERS”

“Cool I was really looking for someone to trade her with, no one buys them anymore” Some guy said

This was our chance, time to reel the bastard in

“Offer?” He asked

“100 bits”

“250 Bits” He responded

“110 and you can keep both her legs” Harrison said, o my god Harrison just no.

“150 and I can keep ONE leg” He said

“125 and you can keep one leg and one arm!” Harrison negotiated. Clyde and Roxy both looked shocked at how Harrison was bargaining for Inkies life. Yea probably not smart to bring the entire Cart here…

“Deal, but I choose which leg to keep” He said

“No you can choose with arm to keep!” Harrisons said…wait do ponies have arms?

“NO DEAL” He said

“Fine you can do whatever” I said, desperately trying to keep the negotiation going.

“Okay, follow me” He said. I gave a notion for Dan, Mike, and Nico to follow. Tyler and the rest were to remain behind not to draw attention.

We walked far away to the end of Cart 12, the last cart. In the caboose was the station where somepony would throw coal into the furnace, I realized it was so desperately hot and it being staff only meant that only one pony usually stayed in here.

“Yea I got this job and got this sick spot” He said In a sinister voice. He opened a closet, there was Inkie, curled into a ball.

He grabbed a nearby oyster mallet “Okay can we get started?”

“Like hell we are Patrick” I said, the second he turned around I threw a solid cross right for his chin, hitting him with full impact. He instantly got up and ran back into Cart 12.

“GET THAT MOTHER FUCKER!” I screamed, all four of us went running out chasing after him. Patrick was hustling through the crowd in a desperate attempt to escape. We chased him, dodging the crowd. Somehow Dan tripped, leaving us with only 3 people. Patrick Lott turned around and threw a wrench at us, Mike and I ducked but it hit Nico. That left two of us vs one of him.

We chased him down, where the fuck was the others? My worst fears made me realize they all probably went to Cart 1; it was just Mike and I on this.

We were at Cart 2, when Mr. Lott made a quick turn outside the train. I realized he was heading to the top of the train. We grabbed the ladder and both ran up. The wind was intense, so intense it was hard to hear anything, but in the night sky we saw Patrick running to the back of the train again.

We ran after him, steadily but circumspect In case we fell to our death.

The final standoff began, There was nowhere else to run. We stood off, Patrick on one side, Mike and I on the other.

“This is it” I said “Let’s go”

Patrick looked down at the speeding dunes of sand by him, then back at us with a smile. He wouldn’t.

“Nice try, but you’ll never catch me!” He jumped off the train onto the sand dunes, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

“Now what?” I asked, I couldn’t hear Harrison come from behind.

“My time to shine.” He said, his suit was on, and he had his machine gun “FOR HONOR AND GLORY!”

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZ1GbBlS9wM)

Harrison jumped off the train, screaming at the top of his lungs, chasing after Patrick.

For Harrison, this was his brightest moment.

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