There is usually a catchphrase between thieves: "If you want something dirty done, then you wait for lights out."

Mane and Pinkamena ran across the fields between the grass, and this time they were ready for the cold, giving they were on the north of Equestria in the middle of the night, running against they own limits in stamina and body temperature.
In the distance, a villa could be seen, outside the vicinity of the city, with lights on by most of the windows, surrounded by walls, and by the wood and brass binoculars Mane could also see guards armed with muskets and pistols, surrounding the walls.

"It's there, no doubt." He whispered.

"Can I see?"

"Sure." Ha passed the binoculars.

"I can't see shit!" Said Diane annoyed.

Mane whispered and performed his night vision spell on her eyes that he previously used, giving Pinkamena a clear vision of the field around her. She took her time to analyze the situation.

"The gate is out of question..." She stated putting the binoculars inside her winter coat. "There are twelve thugs guarding It, and we don't know how to avoid the projectiles, even more, we can't raise the alarm."

"Any ideas?"

"We could climb the wall..."

"It's also well guarded. What about a backdoor?"

"Why do you think there's one?"

"It's simple." Mane pointed at one of the extremes of the wall. "If that guy they call Topaz is the smuggler king of these weapons, he wouldn't bring them in plain sight. He can't be that stupid to pull something out like this."

"I see... then that gives there must be also a hidden basement or warehouse."

"No shit... we are not dealing with a guy alone. He has his own army, so avoiding the alarm is necessary."

"I said that first!" She screamed annoyed.

"SHHHH!" Mane hissed with his finger in front of the mouth. "If you said It first, then make It happen."

They ran a bit more, and before they were two hundred meters away, they sneaked by the tall grass and the few tress present. Reaching the wall, they walked silently until the corner leading to the back of the big villa. Pinkamena leading the way, being her the furtive of them. She peeked by a wall and there was a thug dressed in a suit, armed and finishing a cigarette.

He threw It on the dirt and stepped on It to extinguish the tobacco ember. When he started to walk away, Pinkamena silently run at him and with two hands, she putted the garrote made of a piano wire around his neck and pulled him with all her might. He struggled trying to get free and know what was going on, and eventually suffocated after some seconds.

She dragged the body to the tall grass to avoid detection, and going back to Mane, she gave the thug's pistol to him.

"Why do I need this?" He asked with the weapon in his open hand.

"You never know."

They sneaked further and found a big metal door, obviously the backdoor Mane talked about before. They putted their ears against It and two voices could be heard. Looking at each other, they knew what to to.
Mane knocked at the door and one of the gangsters opened, and Pinkamena quickly stabbed both of them in the neck with her chef knifes. The duo carried the bodies outside and dumped the bodies in a container, and Mane gave her two pistols.

"Why two?" She looked at him annoyed. "I don't even know how to use them."

"But you have better dexterity than me, so two fits you, silly..."

"I guess..."

They walked further and expecting guns, they found barrels. Barrels here and there,covering the walls. They waited for the guards to walk away, and started checking the barrels. Mane knocked them, but all of them had the same sound filled with drink. Maybe they were on a cellar instead. He went for another wall near Pinkamena on guard, and this time the sounded empty.

"Sound of success." He commented with a smile.

"Check them."

Mane searched a way of opening them but where was no way. He grabbed withhis fingers and tried to open as if It was box. Pinkamena grabbed a nearby axe and swiveled It at the barrel, and cracked It open, spreading wooden splints at Mane.

"You need to look more around you..." She whispered going back to the door.

Mane putted his hands inside and pulled out a pistol, showing It to Pinkamena. He walked to another bigger barrel and struck the axe, this time It was muskets. He experimented by pointing It with both hands at a wall. They were indeed accurate and a bit heavy for him, but that was no problem.

"Seems you found the big ones." She congratulated at him with a grin.

"Yeah, they are amazing must say. But the pistols are smaller and better in sneaking them, but sadly they all make a lot of noise..."

The next barrel spilled a black dust outside on the stone floor. They both looked at the black thing spilling out like a hourglass dropping It's sand.

"What is that?" Pinkamena stepped closer for a better look. "This is neither a weapon or a drink!"

"I think I remember what Thunder Fists told me of this." He touched the thick dust with his fingers. "This is what make those explosions happen and projecting the ammo. Gunpowder, if my memory doesn't fail."

"Gun, powder..." She rolled her eyes in a puzzling expression. "Makes sense..."

From their behind, an unexpected hard hit on their heads knocked them both unconscious.
They both woke up with sacks on their heads and arms tied on their backs, while being dragged by their arms along a corridor in the big house.

"DIANE?" Screamed Mane.

"Yea?!"

"What happened!?"

"Isn't It obvious, stupid?! We got caught!"

"I TOLD YOU TO WATCH THE DOOR!"

"Silence!" Screamed somepony, probably one of the thugs.

The sound of a door was heard and both forced on their knees. The thugs took the sacks out of their heads, Pinkamena looked at Mane with a anti-magic ring on his horn, the chances of getting away were zero. Looking around, the room was a office well decorated with polished wood furniture decorated in gold handles and metal pieces. A huge stuffed polar bear resting on a corner caught Pinkamena's attention, while Mane kept looking at the windows with red curtains showing the night sky.

A slick figure stood up from a chair behind the luxurious desk and approached the two duo. He was smoking a cigar, a pegasus stallion dressed in a more luxurious suit, with slick grey hair combed backwards, and a tiny mustache between his nostrils and mouth. His age was around the forty's, with some wrinkles in his eyes.

"Welcome..." He said calmly, holding his cigar between two fingers. "What brings you here?"

"For such welcome, we could have been received with in a better way." Mane dropped.

The figure stood silent and ordered a hit on Mane's back, and one of the gangsters struck him with a musket's stock.

"I'm Don Topaz. Godfather of "The Crystalers". I ask you, what were you doing in my mansion?"

"Tourism." Mane dropped again.

"We got a smartass here." Laughed the body guard on the back of the room. "Don Topaz, allow me to make him more tamed?"

"Sure, Beryl..." He walked to his chair and sat down with crossed arms. "It's been a while since I had some entertainment..."

Beryl, the Don's body guards stepped forward cracking his knuckles. He was a earth stallion white like snow and blonde short hair, and the giant muscles under the suit were hard to hide. The thugs behind Mane rose him and held him still while laughing. Beryl started to throw mighty punches on Mane's stomach in a slow rhythm . Pinkamena face expressed fear, and stood silent looking at Mane being tortured in front of her.

After the fifth punch, Mane started to have trouble breathing, but he couldn't catch up with the stallions strength.

"Stop!" Screamed Pinkamena.

But Beryl didn't listen and instead threw a slap on her knocking her down, sobbing and face red from the hit.
He continued to punish Mane more, and eventually he started to cough a bit of blood.

"Please! Don Topaz! Order him to stop!" Pinkamena begged again, starting to cry a bit. "He's gonna kill him!"

"Beryl!" Shouted the godfather.

"Yes, boss?" He stopped, and looked at Don Topaz by the shoulder in his punching pose.

"Stop... I can't stand to a mare's tears by their loved ones..."

"Alright..." He rolled his sleeves back to his wrists and stepped back.

They dropped Mane on the floor, and he fell flat on his face exhausted from the torture session. Pinkamena leaned over him and whispered if he was alright, but to be expected, Mane nodded a no while trying to breath.

"You didn't answer to my question before..." Don Topaz took a puff of his cigar. "What are you doing here?"

"We... we were just passing through." Said Diane.

"And stealing what is mine." Topaz corrected.

"More like... *cough* taking back what is not yours..." Said Mane with difficulties.

"Giving away It's neither yours..." Don grabbed an old newspaper from Canterlot and opened It on a marked page, with a 'wanted' of bothof them with different rewards. "Mane Shaker and Pinkamena Diane Pie... You both have a reputation around Equestria... wanted and hunted by the Royal Army of Princess Celestia herself..."

"What can you tell about yourself then?" Mane dared to ask.

"Me..? Just the godfather of the Crystal Empire's mafia. Drug lord and now weapon smuggler."

"What else such slick figured sucker like you would be..?"

Don Topaz bit the cigar until It snapped apart, and crushed the newspaper on both hands. His face twisted in fury showed his veins on his middle aged face. He stood up and punched the desk.

"Throw them in the prison! And hurt him a little on the way! And don't you dare lay a finger on the girl, any of you!"

They putted the sacks back in their heads, and knocked Mane on the cheek with the stock of a musket again. They took Pinkamena ahead, screaming for Mane. They lift Mane and while walking down to a basement apart, they turned the stallion into a portable punching bag. Kicks on the stomach, punches on the face, gun stocks along in his body.

Arriving to their cell, they took the sacks out again and threw them on the floor together, still tied with ropes.
Pinkamena was untouched, besides her knees from the fall with scraped red wounds.
Mane was all bruised in the face, with a black eye and a bump in one of the cheeks, and nose bleeding just like his mouth.

"You fucked It up again!" She snarled, trying to roll and sit down.

Author's Notes:

"If you want something dirty done, then you wait for lights out."
Reference to the amazing game Uncharted 4.