The door slammed hard and fast after we all entered. Sure enough, there was Tyler sitting down watching TV. The only thing on was obviously the 50ft Justin Bieber but he had managed to find some sitcom that I didn’t pay any attention to.

“Thanks for leaving us” I said

“Bro, look in the sunroom” Tyler said

“Why did yu leave us!?” Mike asked

“Bro, look in the sunroom”

“Tyler stop being gay, why’d you leave us?”

“Bro, look in the sunroom”

I opened the door to the sunroom. The sunroom was located on the bottom floor of our suite and was basically just a room for the sun to get in. I looked inside, a massive mound of golden coins controlled more than half the room, at its apex it almost hit the ceiling.

“Tyler…” I said

“Yea I know right? They’regoing to be pretty mad”

“Speaking of mad…”Nico said, looking out the window “Check this out”

We all tried our best to stop looking at Massive Money Mountain and see what Nico was talking about. We all looked out the window, in the distance we could see the 50 ft Justin Bieber destroying buildings and breathing fire.

“Guys we have to stop him” I said

“Why? Can’t we just…not do anything?” Tyler asked

“No” I said “We need to find a way”

We heard a small muffle, like someone trying to clear their voice, but it wasn’t from any of us.

“I couldn’t help but overlook your predicament”

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RUSSIAN GUY IS BACK :D

“How did you find us?” Mike asked

“I have many eyes and many ears, I have been tracking you for some time now, I just haven’t been able to contact you. I hear you want to take down that 50 Ft Girl over there”

“it’s actually a guy” I said

“…That’s a guy? Wow, well yes I’ll leave you to your own devices now, but I’d check the roof if I were you.”

“Wait what do you mean?”

But the room fell silent. Our curiosity already got to us, what could be on the roof?

Each suite was situated on a cloud, which was the basic foundation of the suite itself. Since none of the suites were physically attached to one another this meant anypony could go onto their suite roof. But I doubt any of them had a helicopter on top of their roof.

It was a helicopter alright, it looked like a Blackhawk. On each side was a M60 loaded with belts of ammo. Perturbing from the sides were 2 lines of deadly air to air missiles. The front window for the pilot and co-pilot was covered in a wall of bullet-proof glass. There was even a place for a navigator to sit.

“I CALL FLYING” I said

“No I do!” Dan said

“No, I call it”

“Be mature guys” Nico said

“Fine Vespi, Rock Paper Scissors?”

***

Flying a helicopter was like riding a bicycle. Except you don’t die in a fiery death when you fuck up on a bicycle, flying a helicopter was a far cry from riding your bicycle for sure. Right by my hooves and Dan’s hooves (I won ;3) is a wall of buttons, levers, and other tempt able things to touch. Pressing the wrong button could mean I accidentally trigger self-destruct, if I pull the throttle up we go into a damn nosedive, if I go down we do a backflip, if I press the AC button there’s a small chance I might fire flares and start a fire, strangely it seems easier than driving a car though.

Mike was on my side’s gun and Tyler had Dan’s side. Nico was left huddled in the corner.

“Guys can we like switch with the guns?” Nico asked politely

“No, just be the navigator” Mike said. Nico put on the microphone and gave out a long exhale.

“Okay guys, let’s see if this works” I said nervously, I slightly pulled the throttle, for a second I thought nothing happened, then I realized we were slightly hovering over the roof. I moved us forward a little, we got off the edge. IM FLYING! Or well I could already fly BUT IM FLYING A HELICOPTER

“Let’s get em!” Mike said. I took it slow and easy, flying the helicopter at a high altitude until I realized none of us could breath, so I brought it down to 100 feet. From above we could see some pegasus flying and adeptly shooting arrows and firing magic at the Beibs, but to little affect. Funny how the military is already here while back in our world they wouldn’t give a crap

I broght the throttle up and we went into a gentle dive, I turned to the left and allowed my gunmen to spray at the 50ft Bieber, that did nothing but piss him off. He put his one hand up, even as a magical white bolt hit him in the eye and swatted at us. I dodged to the left, narrowly missing him. I turned around and fired several rockets at him. They hit right at the right elbow and he let out a horrendous scream. But he went on with his assault and smashed a pegasus who was in midair.

Time and time again, I managed to dodge his strikes and fire rockets, all the while my wingmen were firing belt after belt of M60 ammunition at him. It was doing work, but not enough at all. He was bleeding but he was still on his feet and fighting.

“I’m all out of ammo” Mike confessed. I checked my rocket supply, zero.

“Same” Tyler said

I concocted an idea

“Nico where are we?” I asked

He checked the machine and looked over it furiously “I believe we are in the air”

Facepanel

“How many parachutes do we have?” I asked

“6”

“Everyone take a parachute.” I ordered

“What are you doing Vespi?” Mike asked, taking a parachute

“Relax, I got this, now get going” I said gravely. Mike reluctantly jumped out, managing to pull his parachute, Nico chose to just fly out, Tyler followed suit, and finally Dan took his

“Good luck”

“Relax, im just cramming a Blackhawk Helicopter down 50Ft. Justin Biebers throat” I said

After Dan left I steered the helicopter straight and into a straight line, I accelerated as fast as possible. The second before impact Justin turned around, but by then my ass was already out of the heli.

I glided down but the force from my fall was too strong, I tried to steer myself but the ground was coming to me, fast.

You won’t believe what happens next.

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