The Market District was a pretty popular pic, it being the most patrolled area of the city on a business day like today. Lance and Camo easily joined one of the larger groups, eight rookies trotting side by side out of the barracks and to the district. Wanting to be in the centre of the action, Lance had picked a place right out in the main plaza, and when they arrived he quickly began to reconsider his choice.
The Plaza was massive, a sea of colourful fabric on wooden stilts as a veritable sea of market stalls selling everything and anything filled the place. The yell of merchants advertising their wares made it hard to hear, and just below their volume was the endless drone of thousands of ponies chatting at once. Mares and stallions of all ages and sizes passed from stall to stall, buying whatever they wanted. How were you supposed to spot a criminal in this?
"Wow... market day is busy," Camo said, earning multiple glares for his all too obvious statement.
"We should fan out but stick to our pairs," a green unicorn mare stated, earning nods from the others. "Anypony shouts for help and we all come running."
"Sounds good to me," Lance replied, before spotting a nice shaded spot where the crowd weren't trotting. "Camo and I'll set up over there," he added, giving the mare a nod before gesturing for Camo to follow. The two stallions trotted away, the group soon disintegrating into four pairs that all spread out to cover just this quadrant of the massive marketplace.
It wasn't easy going just getting to the spot as the two guardsponies had to elbow through a few ponies, muscle their way through the crowd. More than once it had seemed like Lance was about to be crushed between two mares, but he squeezed past just in the nick of time. The two were panting when they arrived, marking out their location to start.
"Hey, can we get a drink?" Camo asked, looking at one of the nearby stalls.
Lance gave a shrug. "Well I guess we can..." he said, his eyes wandering. It was then he noticed the striped flank of a zebra disappearing into a side alley. His eyes narrowed, and just behind trotted a unicorn stallion with a very suspicious trot.
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