Crypt held on to the Prowler's top as hard as his hooves would let him - which wasn't very hard, but he managed to keep from falling off. "Slow... down!"

"But then we might miss it!" Myrrh called back, taking a sharp turn toward the city center, knocking over a cabbage stand. "SORRY! I'll pay for that later!"

"Myrrh there's no way you actually just found the technician wandering a-"

And then Crypt saw it.

Two arms... two legs... white armor with green highlights that covered everything...

It looked exactly as he remembered. He'd only gotten one glimpse in N, but this was undoubtedly the same thing.

He suddenly felt concerned. It might know...

"I knew it!" Myrrh laughed, taking his silence as confirmation. "That's it! Woo! Myrrh's still got it ba-by!" She gaged on her words. "N-not that you're my, uh, uh..."

"Focus on not crashing!" Crypt shouted.

Myrrh managed to get enough control back in her feet to avoid crashing into a mango cart, skidding to a stop just at the marketplace's edge. She unholstered herself and jumped toward the Technician. "Hey!"

The Technician took one look at the fuschia dragon and bolted, running for the front doors of the chrome tower.

"Wh- come back here we just want to talk!" Myrrh called.

Crypt sighed as Myrrh flew after the humanoid being. At least this gave him an excuse not to get involved with the being. The less it saw him, the better. ...Though if he was being fair, there was probably no way it would recognize him.

But he wasn't known to be fair. He was known to be cautious.

The robed ponies caught up with him - the one in blue robes staying behind. "...Why is your friend pursuing the Technician?"

"We came in search of it," Crypt answered. "She's just getting excited. Probably desperate for some success or point."

"...The Technician is under the protection of the Priesthood of Om. If she does not wish to see you, she will not see you."

"...She?!"

The priest ignored his startled expression. "No doubt your friend is about to be arrested for undue harassment. It will be a simple matter to seize her possessions after that."

Crypt stared at him. He had to admire the priest for thinking that far ahead, even if it was a bit inconvenient.

"You'll have to speak to our leader to finalize that," Crypt asserted. "It may be that, in the event of Myrrh's absence, the cart falls to Pinkie's ownership. I do not know for certain, myself, but I believe it would be legally troubling for you if that was the case, correct?"

The priest twitched. "You are correct... I will need to speak with this... Pinkie."

The two of them glanced back at Myrrh, who had tackled the Technician to the ground. "I just want to talk!"

"You have some way of talking!" the Technician said - definitely female. A lot younger-sounding than anyone had expected, at that.

At this point, the yellow and white robed mares took up flanking positions to the sides of Myrrh, their horns brimming with electricity and light, respectively.

"Uh..." Myrrh gulped. "H-hey, I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding..."

"Yeah, it is," the Technician said. There was a burst of blue light from a pack on her back, launching her up with enough force to knock Myrrh off of her. "I have no idea who you are."

"Well duh, but we were just looking for you!"

"Why?"

Myrrh paused. "I... uh... well we're on the run from the Sky King and Pinkie said you might know something interesting and we found your mark at the top of the tower thing and uh..."

"So, no good reason?" Myrrh could feel the Technician raise an eyebrow behind her blue visor.

"Er..."

"Yeah, apparently not." She dusted herself off. "Go easy on her, will you?" she asked the priests.

"She assaulted you and must be tried," the yellow one responded.

"If you have to." The Technician shrugged. "Just make the sentence minimized. Like, oh, what would happen if she tackled someon- somepony random in the street."

"It will be done."

The Technician nodded. "I need to get back to work - the calibration of the reality fibers is well overdue, and if I'm to make any progress with breaching the interference I need my full focus. Keep me secluded until the sun rises tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, of course."

The Technician flashed her a thumbs up and entered the chrome tower.

Myrrh looked at the ground, disappointed.

"So, we're going to have to go easy on you..." the white mare said, pursing her lips. "Hmm..."

"Lock her up for a day and let her go?"

"Sure. Hammer Smasher wouldn't want to deal with this."

The two of them carried Myrrh over to the blue priest. She didn't fight. The blue priest took a thin metallic wire from his robes and bundled it together, creating a rope he used to cuff Myrrh's hands and feet.

"That was dumb," Crypt said.

"Yeah..."

"They're trying to take the Prowler."

"W-WHAT!?"

"They won't be able to do it without talking to Pinkie since she's in charge of us." he hoped to the Myst that she wasn't stupid enough to give up his little ruse.

"Oh... right..." she smiled weakly at him.

"Now, try to behave in jail for a day."

"I actually tend to enjoy jails," Myrrh commented. "You meet the most interesting people..."

Crypt facehooved as she was carried away. He noticed, with annoyance, that the blue priest was still here.

"What do you want?"

"I want this Prowler."

"Pinkie's not here."

"Then we're going to find her."

Crypt groaned. "Fine. We can hunt for her, but knowing her, she could be anywhere in town."

"Then we will search."

With a grunt, Crypt popped his head into the Prowler and turned on the engine again. He still had no idea how Myrrh controlled it from outside. Slowly, they started moving through the city.

"I am a Priest of Iron. My name is Ore's Depth. You may call me Rectifier."

Crypt found his hatred of this random stallion increasing with every passing moment.