Smoke punch Plumsweet across the face, causing her to spit up blood. She was tied to a chair at Smoke's hideout.

"Finally." said Smoke. "I've got you right where I want you."

"Why?" asked Plumsweet, tears in her eyes and blood on her chin. "We used to be friends. Remember that?"

Smoke leaned in closely. "So... you remember me, do you?" Plumsweet nodded. "Then I guess I can take this mask off."

Smoke reached up and pulled off her mask. She was a purple mare with dark purple blotches all over her skin. Her mane was a light purple with dark purple tips.

"That's better." said the mare. "Now we can chat face... to face."

"Mist, please... don't do this."

"I have no choice, Sweets. You know who I am. What I look like. I can't let you go running to the cops."

"If you let me go..." said Plumsweet. "I promise I won't."

"BULLSHIT!!!" yelled Mist. "I remember when we were little foals. You were a pretty good con artist."

"I never embraced it, though."

"Shame." said Mist with a grin. "Would've made a great ally." She ran a hoof through Plumsweet's mane.

A couple colts stood outside, patrolling the area. One of them heard the screeching of car tires and looked at the road. A black pick-up truck rammed into him, killing him instantly. The other colts turned and fired at the truck. The engine caught on fire as the hood flew up. The driver's side door flew open as Thunder jumped out. The truck rammed the side of the building, causing an explosion.

Mist looked in the direction of the noise, as did Plumsweet. Two colts ran up to them.

"Boss!" yelled one of them. "Boss. That c..." HE stopped when Mist turned to look at them. "You're a mare?"

Mist pulled out a gun and shot him in the head, blood hitting the other colt. She then aimed the gun at him.

"You got a problem with the fact that I'm a mare?" The colt quickly shook his head. "Good." Mist said, putting the gun away. "Now, what's going on?"

"The colt's coming."

"DAMMIT!!" yelled Mist.

"Orders, boss?" asked the colt.

Mist glared at him. "Orders? How about... KILL THE FUCKER!!!"

The colt nodded and ran away.

Thunder shot a colt in the eye and ducked behind cover. He ejected the mag and inserted a new one. A colt ran out in the open to try to shoot Thunder, only to get a mouthful of lead.

"Thunder's here?" asked Plumsweet.

"Yes." said Mist, circling her like a hawk. "He's coming to... save you."

"He... is?" asked Plumsweet.

Mist let out a laugh. "But it won't do him any good, my Sweet."

"Why?"

"Because..." said Smoke, leaning in close to her face. "I have much more things planned for him."

"Wh... What happened to you?" asked Plumsweet. "You used to be so nice."

Mist frowned and leaned back upright. She inhaled deeply.

"Well... a traumatic experience can really change somepony, Sweet."

"What happened?"

Mist hesitated before answering. "Back when we were fillies, my father was in a gang."

"I... I didn't know that." said Plumsweet.

"Yeah, well... you wouldn't."

Thunder dove from cover and shot two more colts. Then one jumped up from behind him and held him. Thunder buck-kicked the colt in the chest, spun around, and fired his gun.

"After a while, my father realized what was truly important in his life. Not the drugs. Not the violence... But, me. So... he decided to quit." She grinned. "Well, the gang leader didn't take too kindly to that."

Thunder tackled a colt to the ground, shoved the gun in his mouth, and fired. He then ducked as a colt fired at him. Thunder then picked up the colt's corpse and used it as a meat shield.

"The gang tracked us down in the middle of the night and killed my dad in his sleep. When my mother tried to intervene, they shot her, too."

"Oh, God." said Plumsweet. "How come you never told me?"

"Because you were never around, Little Miss Popular."

"That was only for that one year, Mist. I was never truly popular, anyways!"

"Doesn't matter! YOU WEREN'T THERE FOR ME WHEN I NEEDED YOU THE MOST!!! WHY?!"

"I... I..." Plumsweet sighed. "I don't know."

"Yeah. You don't know shit!"

"I'm sorry, Mist." said Plumsweet. "I am."

"Sorry?" asked Mist. "SORRY?! MY PARENTS WERE KILLED IN FRONT OF ME!!!" Plumsweet let out a soft gasp. "Yeah. I was there. I had gotten up for something to drink when I heard a noise in my parents room. I saw them execute them. And they only shot my mother. What they did to my father..."

"I understand what happened to you was terrible. I get that. But this is not the way to deal with it!"

"DON'T TRY TO HELP ME NOW!!! IT'S FAR TOO LATE FOR THAT!!!"

"Misty, please!"

"SHUT UP!!!" yelled Mist, kicking the chair over.

Plumsweet let out a grunt as she hit the floor. "Ahh!"

"Time to go for a ride." said Mist.

Thunder took cover behind the burning truck. The side door of the hideout burst open. Mist dragged Plumsweet outside. Thunder looked out from behind his cover and saw them. Mist looked at him and smiled. He could tell she was Smoke from the rest of her outfit.

"PLUMSWEET!!!" he yelled.

The mare looked over at him. "Thunder?" she asked. "THUNDER! HELP ME!"

A black van pulled up near the hideout and the side doors slid open. Mist through Plumsweet in and got in herself. The doors slid shut. Thunder ran out from cover, shooting the last two colts. He ran into the streets and was almost hi by a car. He spun around and held up his gun.

"I need your car." he said.

The colt inside got up and stepped back. "Look, mister... Calm down."

Thunder got in the car and looked at the colt.

"Fuck you." he said, before driving away.