I flung up from the couch, uncertain of how I got there. All I knew is that my back hurt like hell. Like somepony were to hit it with a hammer repeatedly until it was about to break. It was then I realized it was because I still had my backpack on. Octavia was sitting on the pillow next to where my feet were.

"How did I get here?"

"You tell me, you blacked out near the door."

The memories of last night flung through my head. Was it really last night though? If I blacked out I could've been out for days.

"How long has it been?"

"One week. You sure did take a hit where ever you were."

"Damn right, I have a knack for it."

She giggled at that, but watched me out the corner of her eyes. She was more interested in me then the TV. Monitoring my condition? No, it was something else. I caught her gaze and she looked away, back at the TV.

"Well hey, I'm not ready to die yet. I still got a score to settle."

"Sure you do, you just get some rest."

"As if one week wasn't enough?"

"Touche."

I got up, rolled onto my hoofs, and walked over to the fridge. There was a bottle of wine just next to it, aged by 8 years. I wasn't a fan of wine but I knew Octavia was. I opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, it was the last one there. From there I popped it open as I walked towards Octavia's bedroom.

To be fair, I payed for the place but Octavia slept there, which I was fine with. I pulled the gem Twilight gave me out, pressed on it, and I saw her face.

"What is it Dasher?"

"Well it's about the jobs, how am I getting paid?"

"I'm putting the funds in a checking account, actually I still gotta send you the check book."

She called for somepony named 'Spike'. He came back to her and blew some fire type thing on it. Normally that would burn it, but instead the book plopped down in front of me.

"Your current balance is 75,000 bits. Anything else?"

"Yea, about this Starlight chick, I'm getting to the bottom of it so don't worry."

She hung up on that, so I reached into my bags, I was wearing them when I was knocked out so I didn't need to worry about where they were placed. Octavia didn't take them off, so I didn't need to do much searching for them. I pulled my knife out and put it on the table, I'd run it under some warm water soon. I had finally gotten to the case I had found at Filthy Rich's house. I pulled the hammer out too.

Hitting it on the top wasn't fruitless, it was made of wood and I could instantly see the cracks. The gold lock, however, wasn't budging. That isn't a problem, once the top has caved in and it's off it's hinges it shouldn't matter what lock is on it. I kept hitting it, the lock clacked against the case the whole way through. It gave in soon after.

Out of it poured letters and notes. All of them from Starlight. One of them caught my attention however. It was from a month prior to when I had killed him. It spoke of all sorts of things like how 'Our Town' was prospering under the influence of Starlight and how the residents enjoyed their seemingly endless freedom and equality.

Something felt more interesting though, it gave the location of 'Our Town'. It was in the far North Western end of Equestria, I could get there by car, if anyone knew where starlight was it was them. I noticed a small glint at the bottom of the case, I wanted to see what it was. Emptying the case revealed a Smith and Weston HRT knife, a single bladed fixed combat knife. I put that in my pocket, the microtech was better but it's always good to have a backup. Under it was a colt 1911A1 handgun, it came complete with an extra loaded mag and a box of .45 hollow point shells.

I felt somepony breathing down my neck, I turned around to see Octavia looking over my neck. She stared at the rare firearm for a minute, then looked at the map.

"When do we get moving?"

"As soon as we get a car." I responded.

We both looked up, seemingly hearing the same thing. Hoof-steps, on the roof? I pulled the handgun close to me, and carried the extra magazines in my jacket.

"Ocatavia! Get in the closet now!"

She complied almost instantly, and I watched the windows. I had no idea what was going on but it wasn't good. I heard something clip on the roof, then they slid down. The first pony came in with full body armor by rappelling through the window, I fired a shot into his chest, it penetrated. The first mag must've been loaded in normal Full Metal Jacket, because hollow point would never have penetrated that.

He fell to the ground, rolling on himself. Then I heard a window break from the living room. I ran through the bedroom door and fired three shots at another pony, this one not wearing a helmet. One shot hit in his lower jaw, the other two penetrated his chest and leg body armor. He fell to the ground in a heap of blood. Then I heard a bang at the door, I flew all the way to the kitchen, which gave me a good amount of cover from the door.

Said door was ripped off the hinges by a rubber sledgehammer. I fired the last two shots in the magazine into the ponies chest, but they didn't penetrate. This bitch was in full riot armor. He lifted a hefty semi auto shotgun and fired three sells just over my head. I ducked under the counter, which blocked all the pellets. He kept putting covering fire down to keep me down while I reloaded the handgun. I took this time to grab the wine bottle. I had an idea and it wasn't a good one.

The armored pony walked past the counter and entered the kitchen, he put the shotgun to my face. This helped me more then him. He pulled the trigger, but was surprised when the shotgun didn't fire. He was stunned, now was the chance. I swung my hoof towards the shotgun and flung it out of his hoofs. It flew against the wall. I then grabbed his head and slammed the armored headpiece against the counter. The back of his helmet had no armor.

I smashed the bottle against his head and stabbed him in the back of his knee with it, effectively crippling him. I threw him on the ground face first. he tried crawling for the door, but instead he was met with a full magazine of .45 hollow point shells to the unarmored part of his vest. He was out cold.

Outside was a parked van, nopony in the drivers seat. I pulled Octavia out of the closet and we made out way to the van. Once inside, I pinned the map to the dashboard, it was time to get some answers.

Author's Notes:

Told you there'd be more