Strike had reached the HQ soon enough where she saw two guards guarding the HQ. They saluted as Strike decided to enter the small building and Strike saluted back. She rested her wings and remembered what her job here was to do, and that was to see in the records if the others could identify who the piece of thread belonged to.
Strike smoothed down her mane which was messy and kept on bobbing back on. It did not bother her usually but signs of unusual behaviour meant that she was getting irritated a little. She calmed down and slapped her hoof to her head.
"Your cool Strike. You get worried over nothing. To business." she said as she was thinking of bounding off down to one of the officers and asking them to analyse the evidence that she had found.
But something else caught her eye in the distance. A stallion. He was well older than her, Strike could see that, and he had a dusty lemon coat, with a straw hat and a saddle bag around him.
He looked like he wanted to speak to someone or were waiting for someone, but he looked agitated. Strike frowned.
He was obviously around the HQ for something, and she knew that it were duty to help those who did come about to the local Solar Guards.
She came, with a serious expression on her face.
"Sir can I help you?" she asked.
@Blitz Boom