"Sir you're going to need to step back."

That was the first thing I heard when the van stopped at the border of Whinnyapolis. Unlike most toll booths, this one was run by members of the Equestrian National Guard. Odd, I always thought that the transport authority was doing well. We were just outside of Whinnyapolis, maybe a mile or so out from the city.

"Sir we're just passing through." Octavia said to the mare behind the blast proofed booth.

"I don't think you understand ma'am, we aren't asking you to leave. We're ordering you to leave. This area is off limits to anypony lacking papers."

"One moment then."

Octavia leaned towards me, I had shifted from the bed to the drivers seat.

"What do we do?" She whispered at me.

"I have an idea." I spoke in a whisper.

I leaned towards the driver side window so that the guard could see me.

"Ma'am, we are under orders from princess twilight to enter this city. We need to pass through to get to a recently secured location."

"Yea sure you are, and I'm getting paid six figures. I'm going to need to see some documentation of that."

Well fuck.

"Ma'am I can't present you with that information, but you will need to let us past this outpost."

She clenched her glove around the trigger of the rifle, which was a standard M16A3 Assault Rifle. She angrily walked over to the radio, probably going to ask about me or something. I took a quick look around the area, I saw no snipers, no MG nests, and no other guards. This was too easy. The only thing in my way was a wooden gate.

I switched seats with Octavia, then pulled the car into reverse. Slamming on the gas, I backed up 100 feet. The mare had run out of the booth at this point and raised her rifle.

"Exit the vehicle civilian!" She screamed. Yea right that was going to stop us.

"Octavia, duck."

She didn't question my command and put her head under the dash. Bracing for impact.

I put the car in it's max gear and floored it towards the gate. The mare opened three shots into the windshield. They spurred between me and Octy, although they did send glass into my face. I felt the blood flow down from my forehead. Before long, she had jumped out of the way of my van and ran to the radio. The van slammed into the wood fence and ripped it into shreds.

At this point the windshield had turned into a spiderweb of cascading cracks. I didn't look back, I just kept flooring it until I was in the city proper. Seeing as cracked windshields aren't preferred by 9/10 doctors, I bucked the windshield until it flew off of the car. Octavia had been cowering the whole time, can't say I blame her. The van was reaching 95 MP/H, it's top speed. That was when two Whinnyapolis police cars turned their lights and sirens on, they must've been trailing me since that radio signal got out.

"Octavia take the wheel!"

"Bu-"

"Just do it!"

She reluctantly swapped seats with me, giving me the chance to pull my 1911 out from it's holster.

"Just listen, don't yank the wheel and don't make any sudden stops, you got that? If you need to do either honk. Do you understand me?"

She nodded, that was all I needed right now. She probably thought I was going to open the window, instead I ran to the back. The glass in the back windows were relatively easy to break, they shattered into a million pieces. I put both my hoofs through the broken glass, gloves and all, and fired a shot at the police car.

The first shot hit low, ricocheting off the car's hood. I fired a second shot, this time it was even lower, it made impact in the left headlight. Octavia honked once and I grabbed whatever I could get a hold of. We must've gotten in the city because it was a straight shot to it from the post.

My guess was correct, we switched from a two lane highway to a full four lane freeway. We were surrounded by buildings on all sides, as if they were trees growing out of the urban landscape. I pulled my attention to the cars again, I fired another shot at the windshield. This one made direct contact. I saw the driver's partner duck, the shell went right past his head. He leaned out from his window with a Glock in hoof.

He fired in two shot bursts, not that it was fully automatic or anything but he just had a good eye. The first shot went low and penetrated the aluminum exterior of the back door. The shot didn't hit me, however, it just rattled around. He fired another two shot burst, this time they went through the other window. The van lurched in a sharp left, which threw me into the wall I was leaning against, then the van lurched to the right to correct he course. I flew face first into the other wall.

I pulled myself upwards. I was face to face with the rucksack I wore back in Ponyville. I pulled the zipper open and dug for something that would make this all too easy. I found it.

I pulled the Ak-74M out from the bag, stock collapsed. I unfolded the stock and set it onto fully automatic. I had taken the PO sight off, so there was nothing to worry about when it came to range. I rushed back to the window, where another two shot burst awaited me. This time one missed but the other grazed my head. I could feel the pain rushing through my skull, I didn't know the extent of the wound but it couldn't be good.

I opened a full auto burst into the windshield, blood splattered all over the drivers side window. The car he was in spun out to the right and then flipped onto it's right side. The officer was crushed under the weight of the vehicle. Then the next car pulled up, it was obviously trying to make a pit maneuver in an attempt to stop the van. I emptied the mag into the vehicle, which filled the front seats and windows with blood. Their car kept moving, as if nothing had ever happened. I watched it drive on.

It was almost an eerie sight to see, it didn't last long. The car slammed into a pole, which it promptly knocked down. The police car was totaled, and the crew was dead. I made my way to the drivers seat, only to find Octavia in a bloody mess. Blood flowed from her ear down across her face, she cried as she drove on. She never stopped once.

"Octavia get in the passenger seat now!"

She didn't respond.

"Octavia!"

I grabbed her and rolled her into the seat, I felt the van decelerate as we switched. I jumped in the bloodied drivers seat and kept moving.

I looked back at Octavia and then back at the road. In the middle of the road was a parked truck, I swerved to avoid it but flew into a roll. I was sent flying through the missing space where the windshield once was, Octavia stayed in the car. I blacked out as soon as my head hit the pavement.

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