Once inside, I found myself in a long corridor. My hoofs rested gently on the soft red carpet, which was good in combination with the white paint on the walls. The corridor was lined with suits of armor. Between each suit of armor was a pillar, probably more of decoration then to support the building from collapse. At the far end of the hall there was a staircase, seemingly made out of a very expensive granite. The carpet seemed to go up the stairs all the way until it reached a wooden dual doors.

I took it upon myself to take a long stroll down in the general direction of the doors. I watched each set of armor, something was weird about them though. It was as if they were watching me. It was more then a feeling, something was off about one thing. One of the suits of armor I had passed was missing a arm piece, which I didn't think much of. I wouldn't be thinking about that for much longer.

Somepony swung said arm hard into the back of my head. I fell straight to the ground and slammed against the floor, I would've slid but because of the carpet I rolled instead. I still had my eyes open, and I could see my attacker. He clearly had some issues with performance enhancement drugs, I swear he had muscles on his muscles. His uniform barely fit him, probably did that on purpose, and in one of his hoofs was the helmet. He ran towards me to swing again, I would not let him.

I swung my leg upwards, with my knees bent, and extended the leg with all the strength I could. It made impact with one of his legs he was running with. He flew past me and slammed hard against a suit of armor, which crashed into all it's pieces on him. He got up only to receive my hoof in his jaw. He was thrown back down by this, so I grabbed my knife and went to work stabbing the bastard while he was on the ground.

I went for the jugular first, I didn't want him screaming or alerting anypony else (if the suit falling hadn't already). After I was done with that I stabbed through the left temple. He wouldn't be living for much longer. I got up and wiped my knife off with his pants, it didn't leave as much of a stain on there because they were black. His shirt (and mine too consequently) had been made a new shade of red. I tore the shirt off my body and threw it over him.

It covered his face nicely, I didn't like the spine chilling expression it left. His face was as if he was about to scream but just couldn't find the power within himself to do it. I walked towards the door again, resuming my initial approach. The fall must've done something to my knee, I couldn't walk straight. With that in mind I limped over to the door, the stairs were the only problem.

Halfway up I collapsed, nearly rolling down the staircase. Lifting my pants revealed the full extent of the damage, the leg had a laceration on the calf. Above it was another nasty cut, they were probably both from when I jumped into a pile of shiny sharp objects to beat and stab the life out of somepony. Normal day in the office. There was no turning back now, so I went onward.

My head throbbed as I kept on, it was more then the pain in my leg that was getting worse and worse as my 10 foot journey up the stairs progressed. It was bleeding bad, next cloth I find I'm ripping a part off to help stop bleeding. As that thought came to me I reached the door.

At this point my vision blurred for a second, which probably had everything to do with that hit back there. I stopped for a second to get my bearings, I can't go back and if what I think is happening is happening I needed to do this quick. I flung the doors open, they both slammed into something hard. There was a guardpony standing in front of the door, just staring at me. He was as confused as I was.

A small pool of blood came from under the door, must've slammed it on somepony.

"Well, this isn't a good time to get acquainted isn't it?"

He shook his head as he stared, thinking of what to do. The solution came quick to him when he Flung himself at me in full force. He swung a hard left hook at my jaw, which missed by a foot. I swung hard into the guardpony's nose, which broke on impact. He stumbled back and began crying, so I grabbed his head and slammed it against my knee. It wasn't enough to take him down, but it was close.

I punched his jaw upwards and swung both hoofs down hard into his face. It was sent to the floor and the guard was out cold. I kept moving on, I already had an idea of where the bedroom was. I walked up the stairs, stabbing each pony I saw without any remorse. When I got to what was obviously the bedroom, I kicked in the door. Fancy and his wife shot up from their bed, staring at the blood soaked pony that stood before them. They were about to say something when a .38 special flew through their head and chest.

My work here was done. I made my way out of the mansion, and found the taxi waiting for me at the pickup zone. As soon as I sat down my vision began to blur as soon as I sat down.

"Just take me to the apartment complex just off the highway."

He must've taken a guess with how vague that was. He took the right guess at that and took me to my apartment. I thanked him for his work, he drove off, and I stumbled into my apartment. I collapsed on the floor just after closing the door.

There was a knock at her door, the ponies she's in charge of always knew to knock first.

"Come in already."

Starlight was impatient with all the recent deaths in her ranks, all high ranking officers at that. It was certainly unsettling for her. She secretly hoped that the pony at the door had some new news.

"It's Fancy."

"Let me guess..."

"He's dead ma'am, and for once we think we know who's behind this."

"Took you long enough, have at it."

"His name is Cloud Dasher, sources say he was hired by somepony to take these bucks out. That pony must be onto our case."

A million thoughts ran through Starlight's head at that moment, but it was time for a decision not a memory.

"Send a strike team, you have a location of where he lives?"

"Apartment in the downtown Canterlot area."

"Send them. How long did it take for you to acquire this information?"

"One week after Fancy's death."

"Brilliant."

Author's Notes:

Sorry for not updating this in a while , I have either been busy or trying to write other stories. Since all the other ones aren't going over well, I decided that I loved this one too much to let it go. You'll see more of Cloud Dasher soon!