nice!It was a dark and stormy night, not the warm summer shower, but a cold and cutting kind of rain. Sweetie Belle was glad she'd worn the coat and hat which now shielded her from the worst of it. She turned her collar up to protect her neck against the damp. She stood beneath a street lamp, waiting. They said they'd be here at midnight and she was a little early. She shivered, her breath visible in wisps that dissipated into the night. Her coat wouldn't soak through, thanks to the impermeable lining inside, but it wasn't nearly as insulated as she would have liked. A noise caught her attention, and the young mare turned but saw only darkness at first. There were some metal trash cans nearby, and the largest rat she had ever seen was working to pull some treasure from the rusted hole in the bottom. She drew herself closer and stamped to keep warm. She could only hope that the contact would have useful information...