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// Suspect 004 
// Story: The Usual Suspects 
// by Visharo 
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"Stating for the record, Suspect 004 is a gray earth pony mare. Reminds me of a cat. Her eyes are feral yellow, I hesitate to say if they're augments, there are no records on them if they are. Mane and tail are a strange purple red combo. Scars all across her back, suspecting there is a trauma story behind that. Cutie mark is a blue jewel underneath a glass dome. No further observations, bringing her in."


"Why hello there."



*surprised intake of breath*


"How'd you get in here?"


"Nice description, personally, I like the cat part. I think it suits me just fine."



*giggle*


"Riiight, Miss?"


"You can call me Cat. Fitting, no?"



*swish*


"If you say so, now could you please refrain from climbing the walls?"


"Aw, is poor wittle Greaser worried about little ol' me?"



*frustrated sigh*


"Miss."


*slight pause*


"Cat, I have unicorns on the other side who can and will zap you if I give the signal. If you could come down and talk to me, you can leave a free mare, how does that sound?"


"That sounds great! But what if I don't want to come down, what if we talk like this? I like having the higher ground."



*giggle*


"If this doesn't hinder your ability to answer questions, then I don't see why not. Now, what were you doing on April 20th?"


"Doing a job, of course!



*giggle*


"What kind of job, Miss Cat?"


"The illegal kind, Mister Tact."


"How'd you know my name!?"


"I know many things, Greaser. And from my point of view.



*giggle*



"It looks like you don't know enough."


"Answer the question, Miss Cat. What kind of job?"


But I did answer the question, Mister Tact and your lie detector is having no problems with me saying so."



*disgruntled noise*


"How did you know about that!"


"Cats always know, Greaser, and you best remember that. It might save your life."


"Is that a threat?"


"Do you want it to be?"



*extended silence*


"Does this job have anything to do with the Manesco Bank?"


"Ooh, Greaser thinks he's gotten a set of claws, but what would his reaction be if I said: no."



*slight pause*



"Would you look at that! The detector didn't beep, again! I am so good at this, any other questions for me?


"Was it a theft job?"


"Of course it was, Mister Greaser! You don't hire me unless you want something robbed.""



*giggle*


"What did you steal?"


"Ah, that is the question, isn't it? Well, believe it or not, oh wait, you do!"



*laughter*



"Ooh, that was good. Anyways, believe it or not, my benefactor doesn't see fit to tell me anything, isn't that intriguing?"


"Yes, quite."


*chuckling*


"You may go now."


"Ta ta! It's been a real pleasure!"



*door opens*



*door closes*