The hunt is on

The cold chilly night would graze on Lightning's fur, her coat blowing along with the wind direction as it was rather windy and dark. She was even shivering some with how dastardly the current conditions are, but she was on a mission, and she was going to see it through. "If this bastard screwed me out on good Intel, then I'm going to kill him." She muttered to herself as she kept her stride, working to a particular alley way. This one was wedged between two unassuming houses, but both of those homes hold Intel for just about anyone who needs it for just about anything. Mercenaries and hit ponies come here many a time to try and get the information on clients, bounties, or even for general ponies of power. Lightning was in need of this service as she quickly slips into it, her shivering ceasing some since she escaped the wind chill. "Of all the cities you decide to be in, it has to be this dead end town? There isn't even a good bar to have a drink or so." Lightning stated to the shadows as she procured a cigarette, it being propped into her mouth, and with a short spark from the tip of her hoof, it was lit appropriately, making her inhale a deep inhale before snorting it out of her nose, making the shivering mare instantly stop such motions. "Hey, I operate where I can get the Intel, don't be such a bitch about it." The entity in the shadows stated, before out from the darkness comes a secured folder, with the picture of a pony which looks like they could be apart of the mafia: a stallion, with a worn down face, a scar on their cheek, and that infamous hat most ponies of that kind wear. "He goes by 'Dane'. Real name died when the Company began. Once the product kicked up off the ground, then the name stuck like glue and he never looked back. He has information about the big boss, but don't think he will go so willingly." Lightning slid the folder closer to her, her sitting through it for a bit whilst asking another question: "whereabouts. Just about what ball park city am I looking at for this jerk off?" The entity would respond: "Appleloosa. Electricity hasn't really gotten over there so easily quite yet, and he knows you're on the hunt. Unless you find a way to generate electricity on your own, you're not going to get far with your persuasion.'  This made the mare groan in frustration as she banged her head into the back of the wooden alleyway wall. "Fuck...." Is all she could mutter to herself. "I need to figure out a way to do this." As she stated such, the entity did not respond, as if to signify they are gone just like that, which made the mare flick her hoof up in frustration and speak again: "....and he's gone, just like that. What a cunt." But, she got what she needed, and if anything, this folder holds much information for her to study and dissect to have the best edge against the monsters who made her....well, her. Small victories are still victories. Now how would one bring electricity to Appleloosa? This question has to be pondered as the mare sneakily stalked through the window night in an effort to return to her hotel room. The hunt is on now, and there is no stopping until she gets what she wants.