Prelude to Interrogation

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 "Five minutes, or two paradoxes, depending on how you count it," Jack Harness muttered, rubbing his temples. He turned his head, "Ops, stop harassing visiting royalty and bring the suspect over."

The black pony frowned, but did as bidden, over complaints from both the assailant and White Noise.

The wounded pony grunted as he was deposited before the inspector. He made to stand, only to feel a hoof placed firmly on the back of his neck.

"Now," the Captain asked, "... 'Inspector', do you have any idea why somepony would want you dead in the middle of an invasion?"

While the thug's specific name didn't leap to mind, the look of one of Grubber's thugs was unmistakable.