Lance gave Camo a nudge, catching the pudgy colt in the chest. "Hey, you see that?" he stated, gis hoof outstretching to point like an arrow at the suspicious looking unicorn. Was he carrying a briefcase? And wearing a fedora? Were criminals really that obvious? If things were this easy, then how did the guard lose so many eager recruits? Lance shook his head, and then looked over to Camo who was openly staring right at the figure before it vanished.
"Yeah... yeah, okay, I think even a newborn would find that suspicious..." Camo said, a visible frown on his muzzle. "If anything it's too suspicious... like, no criminal would do that so it has to just be a legitimate deal," he concluded, giving a shrug. "So can we get a drink now? I need something sugary or I think I'm going to pass out..."
Lance sighed, his eyes having long rolled. "There's no such thing as too suspicious, Camo. It's still suspicious, so I'm still checking it out. You coming with?" the unicorn asked, giving the pudgy earth pony a definite look.
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