Eagle Eye slowly got up from his position cuddling Rainbow Dash. It was pretty late in the night, and Eagle had a date with some of the scum of Manehattan. He gently flew Rainbow back to her home and tucked her into bed. Surprisingly enough, she didn’t wake up the entire time. He knew she was a heavy sleeper, but not like this.

Eagle caught a train back to Manehattan and made his way to Sharp Side’s house. Upon arrival, Sharp Side was already prepping all of Eagle Eye’s gear.

“There you are dude, where’ve you been all day?” Sharp Side asked.

“I paid a visit to Ponyville, and more specifically…”

“Rainbow Dash?”

“Yep.” They shared a quick laugh as Sharp Side continued to prep the gear. “So, is everything ready yet?” Eagle asked.

“Just about, and I actually did something cool with your mask. I managed to give it a metallic white paint job without messing up any of the mechanics. Here, take a look for yourself.” Sharp Side passed Eagle his mask. Eagle examined the mask, and much to his enjoyment, it was now colored stark white.

“Damn, that’s pretty good, and everything on it is white you said?”

“Yep, just clip it on and let it cover your mane and you’ll see.” Eagle strapped on the mask. After it extended out and covered his mane, he checked a mirror to find that the entire thing was white.

“Nice,” Eagle said in approval. He looked to the rest of his gear to see that Sharp Side was finished. Eagle geared up and checked everything over.

“Oh, I actually managed to make the removal of your gear even simpler now. I removed the clumsy locks that I had in place and just put some spells on the gear. You are now the only person that can remove your base outfit and mask. Hell, I even added a spell so that your hood can only be removed by you removing it. Basically, the wind or anything else won’t pull it off.”

“Yeah, I was wondering why you didn’t think of that in the first place,” Eagle responded. After one more check of his gear, Eagle set out into the city.

Sharp Side gave one check to make sure the mic and camera systems were working. As he finished his check, Eagle landed on a tall skyscraper. He scanned the city for any potential threats, but on this night, everything seemed rather calm.

“Okay Sharp, everything’s a little too quiet and peaceful, have you found me a target yet?” Eagle asked his friend.

“As a matter of fact I have. This particular stallion has been selling that good stuff illegally for the past few months, but upon further research, I found that he also killed a cop. Apparently the authorities have been tracking him, but to no avail. Tonight, we put a stop to this stallion’s illegal business.”

“Alright, I get all of that, but why did you say he was selling the “good stuff.” You don’t do drugs do you Sharp Side?” Eagle asked accusingly.

“Absolutely not! I was just using a metaphor!” Eagle couldn’t help but laugh at Sharp Side’s overreaction.

“Calm yourself, I was joking. Anyway, where is this stallion?”

“He is approximately twelve blocks west from your current location.” On that note, Eagle took to the skies of Manehattan. As he neared the approximate location, Eagle used his heightened senses to locate his target amongst the thick crowd. This stallion sure knew how to be discreet, as he made his way into an alleyway. Eagle took note and landed on a rooftop.

Eagle watched the stallion meet with another stallion. Business was pretty good for this illegal drug dealer, as he quickly racked up 100 bits for his products. The second stallion quickly ran off, hoping to not be seen, while the drug dealer stood there to count his money. Now was the time to act.

Without any reason for the drama, Eagle dropped down from the rooftop. As he descended towards the stallion, Eagle slid out his left hidden blade, ready to strike. Within seconds, Eagle landed on top of the stallion and plunged his knife into his neck. The stallion gagged and hacked up blood as Eagle kept his blade in position for a few seconds. With one final gag, the stallion died.

“While some may have forgotten or thanked you for your deeds, they are wrong, and to take a life in the process leaves you with even less honor. Requiescat in pace.” Eagle shut the eyes of the stallion. But, even though Eagle knew he wasn’t a thief or stealer, he quickly snatched up the pouch of bits that had been paid to the drug dealer.

“Aren’t you going to return that?” Sharp Side asked over the mic.

“I’ve killed about ten stallions, so I don’t think taking a few bits is that bad,” Eagle responded. Sharp Side nodded to himself in slight agreement. Theft wasn’t so bad when compared to the grand scheme of things.

Eagle stood up and started to climb back up to the rooftops. While he had gotten slightly better, Eagle still needed some personal time to practice his climbing. But, that didn’t mean the hookblades didn’t work. They, in fact, worked to perfection. They would latch onto every nook and cranny that Eagle could find. While it wasn’t as quick as flying, it sure was fun.

Finally reaching the rooftop, Eagle looked out to the city once again. He took pride in himself for once again ridding the world of an evil soul. But, before Eagle could ask Sharp Side for another target, the sounds of sirens started to ring out through the night. The sirens were coming from the Manehattan Guard.

“What’s going on Sharp Side?” Eagle asked.

“Hold on, I’ll tap into the Guard’s communications.” Sharp Side went to work on getting access into the local authority’s radio links. Within seconds, Sharp Side had gotten the link.

“Attention all units, we have a chase in progress. Target is moving fast on foot after robbing a local jewelry store. We are requesting backup and a blockade around our current perimeter.” The communications were cut off when Sharp Side could no longer hold the signal.

“You get all that Eagle?” Sharp Side asked.

“Got it, and I already have the cops and the runner in sight. I’ll get him.” And with that, Eagle took to the skies. The sounds and sights of the Manehattan Guard made it easy for Eagle to follow the trail, and with his heightened senses, Eagle managed to pin the culprit.

The stallion tried to ditch his pursuers by running onto a side street, but he quickly noticed that a blockade had been made a few blocks down. He quickly ducked into an alleyway, which apparently worked to lose some of the Guards. Running back into the streets and into another alleyway, the stallion stopped to catch his breath.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to steal?” a mysterious voice called to the stallion. His head shot up and he looked around. Suddenly, out of the shadows of the alleyway, came a hooded stallion.

“Who the hell are you?” the stallion asked. Without any hesitation, Eagle Eye lunged forward. The stallion was quick though, and he flipped Eagle over himself and onto his back. He tried to run, only to be met with a bullet to the hind leg.

“GAH, WHAT THE HELL!” the stallion cried out. He fell to the ground and held his leg in pain. Eagle threw his rifle back over his back and walked over to the stallion. “Who are you? Just leave me alone!”

“I can’t do that, for you have wronged the people of Manehattan.” Eagle stood over the stallion and put his knife to his throat. “Tell me, have you ever killed an innocent?” Eagle asked.

“M-Maybe,” the stallion replied.

“Who?”

“The same bitch that told me not to steal.” And with that, Eagle slit the robber’s throat, leaving him gagging and spitting out blood. From the cut in his throat, blood spilled out onto the ground. The stallion continued to gag and spasm, until he finally died.

“Theft and murder will never grant you peace, yet, I hope you find the peace you were searching for. Requiescat in pace.” Eagle closed the stallion’s eyes and retrieved what he had stolen. “I should leave this here for the authorities to find.” But, as Eagle went to place the stolen goods in a convenient spot, he was met with bright lights and a few guns.

“Halt! By the order of the Manehattan Guard, you are hereby under arrest!” a guard called out. “Put your weapons on the ground and your hooves up!” Eagle simply sighed.

“Your culprit is lying dead on the ground right behind me. The stolen goods are right here. I’m not the stallion you are after.” Regardless, the guards continued to point their weapons towards Eagle.

“I said, put your weapons on the ground and your hooves up!” Eagle simply shook his head. He quickly pulled out a smoke bomb and threw it on the ground. Immediately after, the guards opened fire on the position where hooded stallion had been standing. When the smoke cleared, he was gone.

“Captain, what do we do? Should we go after him?” another guard asked the Captain. The Captain searched around the area, but could find no signs of the stallion. He gave a quick look to the skies, but nothing.

“All units, fan out and look for a red eyed, white hooded stallion wearing a metal mask. We’ll find this killer.” And on that note, all of the guards started their search for the hooded stallion. But, Eagle Eye was long gone. The Assassin had done his job for the night and was already on his way home.

Eagle soon arrived back at Sharp Side’s house. Sharp Side greeted his friend with a hoof bump.

“The Assassin killed two targets and avoided the local authorities in one night. Well done my friend, well done,” Sharp Side complimented.

“I try,” Eagle responded. “However, if the authorities know my… look, now, I’ve got to be more careful. It’s a good thing I wear the mask, or they would know my face too.”

“Your red eye trick helps too. No pony really has red eyes. Along with that, there’s a large number white coated ponies in the city, so they’ll be searching for a long time,” Sharp Side added. Eagle nodded in agreement and began to remove his equipment.

“Yeah, but we can be sure to see or hear about me in the news tomorrow morning.”

“Is that bad?” Sharp Side asked.

“Yes and no. Yes, because if my name gets out too much, I won’t be so much of a secret anymore. No, because the more my name gets out, the more ponies will fear me. It’s a fifty-fifty situation I guess,” Eagle responded.

“Whatever, the important thing is that you’re making a name for yourself.” Eagle removed the last bit of his gear and let out a relaxed sigh.

“Damn right. Anyway, I’m gonna head home. I need a shower.”

“Yeah, and hopefully your dad is in a better mood than before,” Sharp Side added.

“Yeah… hopefully.”

Eagle managed to get home without a problem. Entering his home was even easier, as his father was already asleep. How did he know? Eagle could make out his father’s snoring any day of the week. He took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, and went to bed, hoping that he wouldn’t have another nightmare.

Eagle eye woke the next morning feeling fresh and rejuvenated. His dreams were nightmare free. They were, in fact, filled with images of him and Rainbow Dash flying together in the sky. Eagle stretched out his legs and wings and got up from his bed. He gave his neck a few cracks and headed downstairs.

Eagle found a note on the counter from his father. Apparently, Fire Streak had an urgent business matter to attend to, and he would be out for until about one o’clock.

“Of course you’ll be out doing something work related, you dick,” Eagle said to himself. He turned on the TV and made himself some eggs. Eagle flipped to the news to find a report on a mysterious, hooded stallion.

“Last night, the Manehattan Guard began a chase with a jewel robber late in the night. The authorities lost the culprit, but upon finding him, they were supposedly greeted by a, quote, “hooded stallion, with red eyes and a white mask.” The authorities continued to search throughout the night for the stallion after he reportedly threw down a smoke bomb and vanished. The Captain of the Guard advises anypony who comes in contact with this dangerous stallion to call the authorities and not to try to engage him in any way, shape, or form.”

As the report continued, Eagle smiled to himself as he sat and ate his eggs. His name was in the news, or rather, the Assassin’s name was in the news. Thankfully, no pony knew that this “mysterious stallion” was named the Assassin, yet. Eagle would have to talk with Sharp Side if revealing his name would be a wise choice. All that mattered at this point was that the Assassin had made his mark.

Author's Notes:

Wow, I'm gone for two weeks, and I come back with this short chapter. Bleh! Meh, I guess it will have to do. Anyway, the next chapter will be much longer. I apologize for my absence, but my computer died on me, so I couldn't really write anything. But, don't worry, I'm back now, and the story can continue on.