Author's Notes:

I'm sorry about the "-" between speech, but that was how I was taught over 12 years as a portuguese!
I'm not an english native speaker, so I'm sorry if this bugs you.

Everything changed down there...

The smell of rotting corpses took weeks to completely go, just like each division to be cleaned. Most of It done by Pinkamena, who was used to the smell, more than Mane, even if he passed a big time down there.

The room were they battled once was now a living room, with old fashioned sofas and other furniture, including electricity and other luxuries, work from Pinkamena's contacts from the underworld of crime.

The kitchen was now ready to be equipped with new equipment, except some of the sharp ones which Diane was too attached to, which gone through a bath of bleach and other chemicals until they were 100% cleaned of anything.
And for bonus, a sharpening work from Mane.

"Are you sure about this..?" - Asked Pinkamena, standing at the entrance of the hall.

"About what?"

"You know... about these... changes... I might have changed too, but I'll miss the creepy look of my original place."

"Don't worry, I don't plan to change EVERYTHING. I kinda like the old look too... except... the bodies extra presence..."

He made a disgusting face, after remembering the first time he saw them, and the fridge surprise moment, mostly from the severed disfigured head moment looking at him. Still haunting his sleep, and attending he was sleeping now at the place of a former psycho, which could still cause some trouble.

"MANE!!" - The scream from the other side made him jump, making him cut his magic and let the boxes fall on the floor.

He ran through the hall, to the entrance which was now a decoy to fool those who want to venture there, to find Pinkamena happy with a letter in her mouth, and in her face, a mix of happiness and worry.

"What? What? Something happened?"

"One of my contacts came here! Look!" - And she puts the piece of paper on a dusty old table part of the decoy.

Finishing reading, Mane looked back to her.
"So... what now..?"

"I got a contract! I got work to do! AND LOOK AT THAT REWARD!!"

"That is quite a lot actually..."

"You don't seem surprised."

"What can I say... I don't care much about money honestly... because... I can't go around and spend It."

"I got another plans for It!"

He looked into her again, and her eyes were watering in happiness. - I can finally... send my family out of misery... - she whispered

Seeing her react that way towards such wealth made him more comfortable towards her, showing the psychological change was still intact and working well.
But her expression quickly changed to panic, making her grab him by his leather jacket, which he quickly shoved her hooves away from her abrupt move.
He stepped forward, with a savage expression in his eyes, and leaned towards her face.

"*What did we discussed days ago..?" - he whispered in an evil tone.

"*D-don't touch t-the ja-jacket..." - She was scared of him for a moment.

It was the second time she was seeing his evil side, and the first time was not nice either... where even his eye color changed of the amount of rage. Since then, it only built up mystery why Mane was THAT attached to his leather coat.
Maybe on the future she would know...

"Anyway." - He calmed down - This "Lil Miss" refers "out of your habits".

"Mane, you know my tactics. You know I'm not the kind of going out there. Besides, It's a VIP event! I don't have any experience in public relations!"

"Me neither! But if we work together, we can figure something out. I've seen these kind of events before..."

"From where?"

He froze. Revealing more from him could lead into trouble, and even if she changed, he didn't want to risk It.
"Well... you see... I had to make public works too... so I learned from observation."

"Are you sure about that..?"

"Yeah, but for somepony without any experience, I would say. Don't talk to anypony, just stay cool on your own. And we can't forget It's an assassination plan..."

They headed into the living room, which was still under renovation, and sat on the new sofa discussing details. They had 1 week to prepare themselves. And they would work together for the first time. It was a new weird thing for them, both never had something called "teamwork". It was out of their vocabularies. But the reward was too high to be ignored, and besides not caring for It, he wanted to help the mare in helping her family.
But something was troubling him...

*What should I do?! I'll be helping a family and giving her a relief in her life! But she must kill an innocent life, and worst of all, I agreed to help! What the fuck was wrong with me?? On the day I must do something! I can't let her do this! Besides! It's in fucking Canterlot! On the goddamn Royal Palace! CELESTIA, CANDACE, TWILIGHT and EVEN WORSE, SHINING ARMOR is there! I would be dead!*

He had to think of something...