Author's Notes:

I have nothing to say, here is a conversation from my Skype.

[6:45:28 PM] SmittyD: nein
[6:45:33 PM] SmittyD: I don't like dubstep
[6:45:38 PM] SmittyD: I like Rap and Rock
[6:45:40 PM] the_weasel5: u dick
[6:45:44 PM] Im Pancake: im with u bro
[6:45:49 PM] Im Pancake: no im with smitty
[6:45:53 PM] Im Pancake: i like rock n rap
[6:45:55 PM] SmittyD: u prepubescent 8 year old prick
[6:45:57 PM] the_weasel5: dicks
[6:46:07 PM] SmittyD: grow a pair and get a voice
[6:46:20 PM] the_weasel5: u r a whore
[6:46:27 PM] Im Pancake: hey weasel
[6:46:31 PM] Im Pancake: u
[6:46:33 PM] Im Pancake: need
[6:46:34 PM] Im Pancake: 2
the_weasel5
[6:46:35 PM] Im Pancake: grow
[6:46:36 PM] Im Pancake: a
[6:46:38 PM] Im Pancake: focking
[6:46:40 PM] Im Pancake: pair
[6:46:41 PM] Im Pancake: of
[6:46:42 PM] Im Pancake: ballz
[6:46:43 PM] SmittyD: at least my dad didn't fuck me in the ass when I was 5
[6:46:48 PM] the_weasel5: I have one I can show u
[6:46:51 PM] SmittyD: oh
[6:46:58 PM] SmittyD: do it
[6:47:05 PM] SmittyD: DO IT THE PATRIARCHY DEMANDS IT

The drive was awkward for both of us. It all escalated really quickly from the start of the fight. The good news is that nopony was hurt to bad. That is, nopony important was hurt to bad. Octavia was silent in the passenger seat of the two door Ford we had acquired from the side of the road.

"So who now?" Octavia broke the silence.

"I was thinking about the Mayor. This has to involve her somehow."

"And that is?"

"Well, Starlight has proved her tactic before. Maybe she's doing the same thing in Whinny that she tried in Ponyville."

"Ponyville wasn't under lockdown was it?"

"Exactly, you wouldn't know. In order to keep things quiet she had to force the entire city in seclusion. Isolate them from the whole world and nopony would think to ask questions. Equestria thinks they have bigger problems like the spreading of friendship. I would love to be the first to say they're wrong."

"That... leaves nopony else to hunt for. There's no way that the mayor is the only pony involved in this shebang."

"She isn't, Whinnyapolis has been in a small economic depression because of the lockdown, but they still have the money to keep police officers up and working. I have an idea of how she got the money."

"And that is?"

"Hoity Toity. I did some research on Twilight after the incident in our last safehouse, Hoity Toity has been involved in organized crime before. It wasn't ever proved but it was a rumor. Problem is that Hoity Toity probably has something to do with Starlight's party."

"What makes you so sure that Hoity has anything to do with this?"

"Simple, he has money that nopony else in this city, and maybe even the country, has. If there's one pony Starlight would target first; it'd be him."

We passed by a row of houses, about the size of a garage. Coming up on the left would be one that was vacant, we'll use this for the hideout for now. We need to lay low until the event with Twilight all blows over. We pulled into the driveway, which was cracked to the brim. The house was in awful condition. Boarded windows and metal gates sprawled on every entrance. It doesn't have the style points, but it rocks the charts on defense.

We exited the car and approached our new stakeout. There was no entering for us, so I searched for a key. Most owners have some cliche that they use to keep an extra key if they get locked out. I checked under the door, none there. I checked next to the dead flowers out front and there was none there. I checked under the doormat, and surly enough there were the keys.

I put the key in the lock and turned it, the metal gate screeched open. We switched to the next key, which was for the door. The front opened quietly. The entire house was one room, the kitchen consisted of a microwave and fridge. The bedroom was a small matress thrown in the corner, and the living room was non-existent.

Octavia walked to the couch, which was in the dead living room. She laid there, thinking.

"Any information on Hoity Toity?"

"I have an idea of where to start..."

12 hours later

"I found him." Octavia called from across the house.

"How'd you find him?"

"He had an advertizement in an old newspaper, it included a business address. If my guess is right, there has to be a manager there."

"What would he even be able to tell us?"

"He has to get his paychecks from somewhere. All his orders are made here so his paycheck is logically paid locally as well.

"Then looks like I'll give it a shot. What's the business hours?"

"Monday to Saturday, 9-5."

It was Monday morning, 12:40 AM. Looks like I have company tonight.

8 hours later

I had picked up some supplies I needed from the Hoof Depot down the road. A hammer, a crowbar, and some heavy duty metal wire. I needed one more thing though: If I was going to do this I needed to eliminate any threats before they know I'm there. I cannot afford to kill the target and have an entire building in chaos and on my ass. I opened the door into the local pawn and gun, they'd have something I'd need.

That is I thought they would.

Since the lockdown weapons have been completely banned from all ponies in the city, I managed to smuggle one in. The pawn and gun had since been abandoned, it's weapons ransacked. There were no more AR15s, AKMs, Shotguns, or handguns on the wall. There was one thing that caught my eye though.

There were some weapons that weren't taken, and I was pleased to see what it was. It was a small 'North American Arms .22 Magnum'. Most ponies would've been discouraged from buying the small handgun because of the fact it had been labeled .22, but don't be mistaken. The .22 magnum is a deadly shell, it's capable of incapacitating a 200 pound buck, and a shot to the head would certainly be lethal.

I pulled it out of the case, it was small and thin. Next to it was a derringer, chambered in the .45 it's a deadly choice when used in close quarters. I put both handguns in my jacket pocket, and then stuffed as much .40 S&W, .22 Mag, and .45 I could in my jacket. Once I left, I walked back home. In one hour we would be ready.

When I got home, I loaded all my weapons. I only had one magazine for the glock, which held 15 shots. The derringer held two, and wasn't remotely useable past 4 inches. That's a good and bad thing though, good in the fact that the bullet travels slower, allowing for more expansion. More expansion= more power. A shot of the .45 would blow a baseball sized hole through the area shot. The bad news is that it only had four inches of range.

I loaded the .22 Mag, which wasn't useable past 4 feet. I loaded the longer .22 rounds into the chamber of the revolver. It would be a great last resort weapon, I'll be using the derringer for the same purpose. The primary firearm of my choice would be the Glock. Speaking of that I had started loading said Glock. The ammunition for the Glock was the brass core FMJ rounds. They were cheap, powerful, and lethal. That's all I needed.

Once they were loaded, I had thirty minutes. I removed my knife sharpener and went to work with my knife. I had 10 minutes. With that time we drove over to the location.

I proved to be an office building, 5 floors, It was a complete square. Nothing special. I entered the building calmly, passing the no weapons zone sign. The straddle in my jacket of three firearms helped keep my confident. The hammer was affixed to my belt alongside the wire. I kept a Electronic cigarette in my mouth while I walked towards the elevator.

"I didn't know you quit smoking?"

"I didn't tell you?"

"No, you didn't."

"Well I figured that this saved money and kept the nicotine, win win."

We entered the elevator and I blew the smoke out. Octavia coughed for a bit, she still wasn't used to any smoke entering her lungs. I don't normally let the smoke go in my lungs, I just let it hang in my mouth for the flavor and then blow it out. The elevator door went to the top floor, that floor was reserved for Hoity's company. It was the group of ponies that did all the tech work, answering phones filling out orders that stuff. I walked passed all the cheap stand up walls until I got to the only real office.

Like any executives office, it was entirely glass. It had blinds, so that's going to work. I also bet that the office was using soundproof glass, that should remove most of the noise, but when that shot goes off there's no doubt this place will be lit up like a Christmas tree.

We opened the door and he was on the phone.

"What are you doing here? No not you honey, two ponies just-"

Octavia pulled the blinds down.

"What are you doing really? Get out of my office!"

I pulled the glock to his face, and motioned for him to hang the phone up. Octavia motioned for him to not say a word.

"I'll call you back."

He slowly put the phone down, and we kept the weapon to his face.

"Whatever you want, you can take it!"

"Oh well that's convenient. What about Hoity Toity's home phone number, home address, and family information?"

"I can't answer to the last one, but surely there's something you want other than that."

"Not quite."

I walked behind him, took a puff from the ECig, and smashed the hammer against a leg on his chair. He collapsed on the ground, and I put my leg on his chest. Swinging the nail puller end of the hammer down towards his knee, I broke it in one swing. I did the same to his other limbs, and one to his groin. I pulled him towards the corner of the room so that he wouldn't be able to call for help.

"Do you have any documents on his location?"

"He's away! He's not in town! Listen I'll give you anything you want if you just let me live!"

I already had all the information I needed, I walked back towards the desk. I flushed through it until I reached his information. I went through his computer, nowhere did it state that he was out of town. A call like this would put the company on overdrive, but there was nothing.

"You lied to me. You know what happens to ponies that lie to me?"

He quivered.

"You weren't living anyway."

I raised the handgun to his head.

"NO GOD PLEASE N-"

The shot put a quarter sized hole through his brain. This wasn't hollow point like most of the ammo I've used, so these shells would be less bloody.

"Octavia, I have Hoity's address. We'll go tonight. We can't let the news spread."

"Understood."

We left the room, I was immediately rushed by a Zebra, he was big and bulky. I ducked under his tackle and threw him over my back. He went right through the glass window that was inside the office. Octavia was taking two at a time, dispursing punches evenly between the two untrained ponies. It was then I took a swing to my body, it wasn't anything serious. I turned around to see a small nerdy buck, I used the momentum of my twist to throw a powerful left hook to his jaw. He went down hard. Another one ran to me, and I swung directly into his stomach and upwards into his nose. He flew onto a desk and tried to get back up.

I grabbed him by the tie and pulled him down, stabbing him in the throat with a pencil. The next pony ran to me and broke a board against my head. There were too many to mess around. I pulled the glock and shot him twice in the chest and once in the head. He fell to the ground. Jumping on top of the desk, I put rounds out at the office ponies that were coming to me.

The room was red when I had fired the last 12 rounds of my magazine. A security guard ran up to that room when it was over. In his hoofs was a 9mm glock. He fired two rounds at me. I ran to the left and went directly at him in a zigzag pattern. He fired the whole magazine but was unable to hit me. Octavia had taken cover at this point. She had made it through beating the two ponies senseless rather well.

When I was less then a foot from him I tackled the pony to the ground. He got on top and started punching my in the chest. He was at my bottom hoofs at that point. I grabbed the derringer and put it to his head. I pulled the trigger and it removed half of his head. Another security pony ran up with shotgun in hoof. I got up and tackled him down the stairs. I fired the last shot into his lower abs as we fell. He slammed against the wall, creating a serious crack in the wall. Octavia ran with me.

I ran downstairs and kept moving until I was at the front door. Outside was a squad car. The other one must've belonged to the ponies that I had just taken down. I pulled the NA Arms .22 Mag out, but hid it in my sleeve. I'm not letting them take me just yet.

"Octavia, stay behind the counter, this will get bloody again."

"Doesn't it always."

She got behind the counter and waited. Walking outside with hoofs up, the police wouldn't know that in one jacket sleeve there was a revolver. They came close for the arrest, once one of them put his hoof on mine, I spun it further then the hoof should go and pulled it downwards. The officer's arm was broken. Wrapping my arm around his neck, I pulled the revolver out and emptied 3 rounds into his chest. He fell dead. I put the last one to the hostage's head and fired it into his jaw. It must've stopped in his brain because, although he was dead, the shell never exited the body.

We went home that night and took showers. Then we studied the documents we had acquired.