"There's nothing on his home address. There is something else though."

"What is it?" I replied to Octavia, she was sitting on the couch, whereas I was laying down on the mattress.

"The executives are in another building. This one is a skyscraper in the Victorian section of the city. They own the entire top floor of the building, it's their 'think tank' if you would."

"Think they will know more?"

"It's our best bet."

"Well, lets lay low for a bit, they're bound to be on edge."

"News doesn't spread fast in this city, I don't think they even know about the massacre."

"Good point, need anything?"

"Nothing I can't handle."

I walked over to the kitchen, that was where my rucksack was. Inside it there was the glock and my other weapons. I pulled my knife, I needed to sharpen it. As soon as the button was pressed, however, the knive's blade broke in half. I stared in awe as the blade touched the ground. It clattered until it met it's demise.

Octavia was at my shoulder, just as surprised that the knife I had carried for 5 years just kicked the bucket. Even more, however, I needed a new knife. I threw the micro-tech in the trash and contemplated my next replacement. The S&W fixed blade broke in the crash, so I couldn't use that.

It came to me later, the pawn must have had some form of knives for sale. Knives are a less expensive alternative to guns if somepony knows what they're doing behind one. I pulled the glock first, might as well get the other chores done. I pulled the empty magazine out and loaded it to the brim with FMJ shells. I'd prefer hollow point but that wasn't an option right now.

Once that was done, I loaded the NA arms .22 Mag. I went one chamber at a time, the shells were ridiculously long and slim. The weapon was loaded. Then came the derringer. It took a matter of seconds to load, I just turned the safety on, pulled the loading lever towards the handle and then pulled the barrels upwards. I loaded the .45s into the slot and then placed the barrels. I put the loading lever back where it belonged.

I put the Glock in a holster, the derringer in my boot, and the .22 in my jacket pocket. It was in order of which I would use first. The derringer is only for last resort really. I headed out and walked down the road, passing multiple restaurants, all of which were closed, and a toy store. The toy store had long since been robbed and cleared all the way; it was truly a depressing thing to see. Ponies killing other ponies for things for their fillies to play with. Some ponies are desperate, and I'm one of them.

I stared in the window and imagined the fights that broke out, and the store before the lockdown. By the end of my daydream it had turned into a full riot. When it was all over, all I could see was a reflection of myself. I shook it off and walked back to the abandoned pawn. It was just down the road.

Passing more restaurants and shops, all abandoned of course, I saw the pawn. I went through the same door that I had kicked in to enter the first time. As I entered I moved to the back of the store, where it was labeled 'Military Surplus'. MilSurp weapons are almost always dependable, and almost never fail when you need it.

I looked through the knives, there were Ka-Bars, all fixed bladed. I didn't need a 7 inch fixed blade. I kept moving until I was out of the organized area where those were available. In the far back end, I found something beautiful.

It was a MTech Equestria ballistic rescue combat knife. Complete with a 5.5 inch blade, it was a automatic that served all the purposes I could need. It had a wire cutter, seat belt cutter, bottle opener, half serrated blade, tanto blade style, and a window breaker. I snatched it off the shelf and ran back towards the exit, which was where I was met by fate once more.

"Hoofs in the air!" A voice shouted.

It was a police-pony, wielding a shotgun. He was with 4 other ponies. They too were armed with the same shotgun.

"Turn around! No sudden moves!"

He came closer.

"You're under arrest under direct orders from the Mayor."

"Who might that be?" I interrupted. "I'm not from around here."

"That's Mrs. Whinnyson."

"Oh what a fitting name, she has to bark up to Celestia for public aid because the city is practically bankrupt, no?"

"Excuse me?"

I was testing the waters, I wanted to see if the police were informed in any way of her position in this.

"Well you know, funding is everything. It pays you after all."

He got closer.

"You may be right, but you're under arrest."

So it does have something to do with funds.

"Maybe we could work out a deal?"

"Not happening, put your hoofs behind your head."

I was facing him, I never really did follow his order to turn around. That should've been a big warning sign for him and his crew. Guess he hasn't dealt with anypony armed and dangerous. He was almost face to face with me, and I made the move.

I fell to my knees, reaching a hoof into my boot. I whipped the derringer out and shot him in the throat. The hit clearly broke his neck, but he wasn't dead. He would be soon, he was chocking on lead. The others were stunned, which gave me the upper hand. I ran towards the pony closest to me and tackled him. As we were flying I put a round into his face. A quarter sized hole was put through his forehead, but a silver dollar on the back.

One of the police got a hold of the situation and fired a shot, he missed. The spread went right over my head. I ran towards the one that shot, who pumped his shotgun halfway, and pulled the NA Revolver. I fired four of the five shots into his chest. His body armor blocked it. He pushed me back. I quickly regained balance and he missed yet another shot, then I put the last shell into his right eye. It went almost all the way through his skull but stopped against the back of his head.

He fell to the ground, rolling and screaming in pain. The last two were shooting rapidly, and it was then I felt it. Five pellets spread across my chest... but I wasn't bleeding? It took me a second, but then I noticed what was going on. I laughed about it for a bit as they kept shooting and their shells kept bouncing off of my jacket.

"You really loaded non-lethal rubber slugs in the shotguns for a arrest? Are you fucking serious? Policework at it's finest everypony!" I shouted as I slowly approached them. The shots that did hit me pushed me back a little and stung like a bitch.

I grabbed the shotgun out of one of the ponies hoofs and shot him in the neck with it. The rubber shell probably broke his windpipe or disabled it long enough. He would be dead from suffocation soon. For the last one, he fired a shell into my forehead, and everything began to blur. I pulled my glock and shot him twice in the chest. He fell to the ground slowly, and slowly died. I heard each dying breath as he begged for his life.

I walked (note: Stumbled) back to the house that afternoon. As soon as I was in I passed out on the mattress.

Author's Notes:

#Headtraumaforthewin

Now I noticed a lot of guys who read the whole thing don't give this story a like. That's like buying a cake and not eating it! If you made it this far give this baby a like !

How do you guys like the new knife? It's actually based off of the knife that I just got in the mail from a order form Offroad power gear (props to them, if you're in the market for a new combat knife or defense knife, or just really anything badass check them out). Here's a link for you guys

http://www.offroadpowergear.com/collections/knives/products/tactical-folding-speed-dagger-package

The one that is used in the fic is the one in green, for that's the one that I own and that's the one I can talk about and still be right.

Now I noticed a lot of guys who read the whole thing don't give this story a like. That's like buying a cake and not eating it! If you made it this far give this baby a like!