Crime can always be found in Manehattan

Burning Heart was racing to the carriage. Then a Pegasus decided to trip her on her way to it. She landed face first into the pavement. She picked her head up and looked back to where the carriage was. Now it was a huge wreck.

Burning could see what looked like a stallion who was fatally wounded in the accident, a colt, two stallions, and the filly from before Burning went on a wild goose chase. She got right back up and sprinted towards her. She didn't care so much for the others as much as the filly.

"Little filly, are you alright? Anything hurt?"

Sunny yawns and looks up sleeply at Burning Heart "Oh...Hi Miss pretty pony...Oh Im fine....How are you?" She asks with a sleepy smile. She turned to look and the other ponies around her, she pointed a hoof up at Ozy "Hey I know you!! You're the pony who makes thats super duper yummy Hot Chocolate!!" She then turns to Vassago "But i dont know you.." She narrows her eyes then smiles wide "HI! My name is Bright Sides, But Everypony calls me Sunny! Do you want to be my freind?!" She says with the biggest sparkly eyes ever.

"Oh no, I'm fine, do take your time. Its not like I was just in an accident and saved this filly's life or anything." Vassago muttered sourly as Burning Heart raced to Sunny's side.

the filly talked, and Vassago couldn't help but retch in response. "Oh dear Faust, it speaks."

OzyManedias silenced his rude little friend with one icy glare. "Hello there, Baby. I see you've been saved from quite the pickle. I'm sure that Vassago here would love to be your friend and take you home for a playdate."

Vassago's horrified expression greeted the invitation. "Thats just cruel. even for you."

Burning Heart just stared at everypony. She had no idea what was going on. She just cared for Sunny's safety right now. She stepped past the arguing colt and stallion and led her away from them.

"Come on, Sunny. Let's get you home. I want you to be safe, so stay close to me."

Burning led her away from the others. She could feel that either she would run back to them, or the other two would run to her and foalnap her. Or just make friends. The other colt didn't seem to fond of it, though

Package walked slowly towards the carriage wreckage, not really trying to get there but more so just randomly deciding to walk in its direction, observing the scene there while doing so with various profanities and thoughts of anger and worry going through his head.

Dammit, now what am I supposed to do... Buckin' newbie, gonna be hard to salvage this job... Still have the asset...hm... Package was soon close enough to the wreckage that he was able to make out the words of the four ponies that were now there. If he was correct, none of the ponies had actually seen him do anything that related to the crime, so he still had surprise and deception on his side. Even so, that didn't make the situation any harder to salvage.

The Pegasus continued walking, and was quickly able to reach the carriage, at which point the guardpony from before began to escort the target filly away. At that moment in time, this action was neither bad nor good for him, but Package still had to find a way to complete the objective, preferably without any violence involved. However, there was still one other important detail that came to mind.

Turning to the two remaining ponies, a Pegasus stallion and the foal that had somehow saved the target filly, Package spoke. "Hey, what happened to that carriage? Did anyone get hurt?"

Sunny smiles and started walking with the guard pony, but not before waving goodbye to the two stallions that saved her. Turning to the gurad pony she smile "I...I mean We has to get to 52nd street can you help us pretty pretty please?!!"

OzyManedias watched to guard pony and the guard walk away. "Huh... that was abrupt."

"Hey, what happened to that carriage? Did anyone get hurt?"

OzyManedias turned to the new pony who approached him. Probably just another curious bystander. "Oh, nothing much. The driver lost control and careened into the building. I... ah... don't think he... made... it...." He glanced over to the wreck of the carriage. "But at least nopony else got hurt."

"Okay Ozy, go run along now. Big boy talk time." Vassago pushed OzyManedias over a couple of feet and out of earshot. He stormed back to Package and frowned. "I don't know exactly who you think you are, Mr. Package, but rest assured that it would be probably best for everypony involved if you stayed out of Equine Trafficking. Forever."

He snorted angrily. "Yes, I know who you are, and Yes I know what you attempted to do." He took a moment to indulge his smug self. "I am very good at that." He shook his head of his arrogance, temporarily. "But anyway, my point is stick to the Black Market. What are you even doing trying to foalnap some little filly?"

((Thank you all for le wonderful patience))

"Oh, nothing much. The driver lost control and careened into the building. I... ah... don't think he... made... it... But at least nopony else got hurt."

Package nodded a few times, looking over the carriage wreck and making sure to remember which way the guard pony went with the target filly.

"Okay Ozy, go run along now. Big boy talk time." Package turned to the foal who had spoken, giving him something of a strange look as he approached the Pegasus. "I don't know exactly who you think you are, Mr. Package, but rest assured that it would be probably best for everypony involved if you stayed out of Equine Trafficking. Forever."

Package blinked a few times, slightly surprised at the outburst. Equine Trafficking? What? He must have witnessed that whole event...but I didn't see him anywhere earlier. The pony oppened his mouth to speak, but closed it once again when the foal spoke again, his angry tone of voice still present.

"Yes, I know who you are, and Yes I know what you attempted to do. I am very good at that. But anyway, my point is stick to the Black Market. What are you even doing trying to foalnap some little filly?"

Package waited a second to make sure the small pony had finished, and then glanced around quickly to make sure nopony was within earshot before speaking. "Woah. Hey, kid, I don't deal with any sort of trafficking. Well...ok, I don't deal with any sort of Equine Trafficking. That's messed up. I don't how you managed to mess this whole thing up, but we weren't gonna sell off that filly to some psycopath! We were just gonna hold onto her for a moment, in complete safety, and get a ransom from her parents, who, if you were so good at knowing stuff then you would know, have money to spare if such a request came their way. Hostage taking is one thing, foal trafficking is something completely different."

He finished speaking and looked to the direction that the guardpony and filly had gone, seeing them turn a corner and dissappear from sight. Damn, I need to get going after them soon.

((Apologies for any typos I might have missed, this keyboard is pretty stupid))