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Jade Mane looked out down at the clock function on his cellphone then back up at the numerous lights of the surrounding buildings in my Royal Equestria Security Forces (RESF) dreamscape.

The unicorn stallion was on the roof level of the Ft. Trotterdale Civic Center Parking Garage. He was leaning up against the side of HVAC shed; the roar of the machinery drowned out the sounds of the streets below. The garage was mostly deserted this evening and his car was parked several levels down, because nothing stood out more like a sore thumb like a car parked on the top floor of an empty parking garage. However his current location gave him the advantage that he was standing in an area of shadow which he almost vanished into.

The unicorn looked back down at his phone. 8:59pm it read. In his mind he started mentally counting down the seconds to 9pm.

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As he glanced back up he caught the sight of Derecho plunging out of the evening sky in her usual fashion, fast and flashy. There were still substantial rain puddles scattered across the roof level of the garage. The pegasus flared at the last second and extended her legs so the soles of her sport shoes were just touching the concrete. She then turned sideways and slid sideways across the surface for over 50ft throwing a rooster tail of water the whole way.

The young mare came to halt in a classic 3 point superhero pose right in front of Jade Mane. Derecho glanced at her multi-function sports watch then back up at the stallion. 9pm right on the mark. With a grin on her face she stood up and started walking toward the stallion as he clapped.

“Ho ho, girl! Yu always put un such ah fine shuw, eh? Right un time as prumised!”

Derecho pushed her goggles up from her eyes. “What can I say. I know my shit! So what's the job, and where does it have to go?” As she said this she started donning a pair of lightweight work gloves.

True to his name Jade Mane's mane and tail were indeed various shades of jade green. His coat was an incredible dark shade of pine green. So dark that it looked black under the dim light. The stallion's eyes were hidden under the shadow his flat cap made.

Slung over his shoulder was a battered laptop/messenger bag; reaching into the main pocket he withdrew a small parcel about the size of deck of playing cards that was wrapped in so many layers of cling film you couldn't clearly make it out what was inside. He passed it over to Derecho.

“Ookay girl here da goods! Yeah nu da place. yu've delivered there befur. It's da Crispy Pies. Da restaurant duwn by da music hall. Take dis tu the back door of da place and ask fur da chef there. Sweet Peas, yu dealt with dem befur. Tell dem yu gut da secret ingredient they urdered and yu will git yur pay. 300 bits and maybe a nice tip fur yu as well.

Derecho repeated Jade's instruction. Then she stowed the package in a front pocket of her vest and zipped it closed. Then she looked up at the stallion.

“See you later!”

Jade Mane gave the young mare a toothy grin as he raised his head a bit. Brilliant sapphire blue eyes seemed to glow for instant before they vanished once again into the shadows of the flat cap's bill.

“Dats wut I like about yu girl! Yu gut spunk! Dun't let anypuny fucking take dat frum yu! Eh!”

The mare turned around and looked back over her right shoulder at him as she pulled her goggles back over her eyes.

“Yeah! Life has taken too much from me already, so I ain't fuckin' givin' anythin' up now without a fight!

Then she rocketed off into the muggy Ft. Trotterdale; The stallion watched her vanished into the nighttime sky. After a moment said aloud.

“Dats right girl! Never give up da fight!”

Jade Mane then turned and headed for the parking garage stairs. He had several other jobs to finish tonight before he could call it an evening.

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