Dust. Ringing. Crumbling stone. Shouts.

Such basic words, and yet that is all Pinkie Pie can comprehend. She really does not know how she is standing since everything is spinning, like a leaf in a vortex. Flickering lights dangle from the ceiling, flashing shadows on the broken walls. Broken tiles fall from the ceiling and large pieces of the wall roll down and crumble to the cracking floor, letting in beams of starlight into the wrecked structure.

Voices, so many voice, collide with the rumbles, groans and cracks of the building, and Pinkie Pie steps forward, chest heaving from her seething and her flat hair blocking much of her furious blue eyes that bleed tears. She steps over Trixie's limp body, not hearing the words of her friends, and she approaches the only moving criminal, who is dragging himself across the floor, leaving a trail of blood from his leg.

“Did you hurt Trixie?” growls Pinkie Pie.

The crook stops and looks at her, pale and shaking with his bloody hand held up.

“No,” stammers the crook. “I didn't hurt your friend.”

Pinkie Pie tightens her grip on her hammer and presses its glowing head against his chest, causing him to wince as smoke rises from his dirty shirt.

“Who did?” says Pinkie Pie.

There is a shaking rumble and the criminal looks at the ceiling, eyes bulging and tears flowing as pieces of the ceiling fall around them.

“Who hurt my friend!” yells Pinkie Pie.

The corner collapses and covers the two in a cloud of choking dust, but while the criminal coughs and tries to stand, Pinkie Pie keeps her hammer pressed against him and remains still. Her glowing eyes burn through the haze and the falling debris does nothing to faze her.

“Are you kidding me? The place is collapsing!” says the criminal.

“Tell me or you're getting buried!” says Pinkie Pie.

Suddenly, a hand grabs Pinkie Pie's shoulder and she is turned to face Flash, who now has both of her shoulders and is looking into her eyes with desperation.

“Pinkie, we need to go, right now!” says Flash.

“But Trixie-” says Pinkie Pie.

“Applejack already carried her out.” Flash shoves Pinkie Pie down the hall and runs to the wounded criminal. “Get out of here!”

Pinkie Pie really does not want to go since she has an interrogation to do, but when she sees Flash grabbing the crook and helping him run, her feet reluctantly follow him out. Once they are outside, the building folds in on itself, covering everybody in a cloud of sharp dust and rubble and shaking the block with its groans, snaps and shattering glass.

The dust cloud bleeds into the streets, alleys and through windows, and broken brick rolls along the pavement and roads. After the building's full collapse, the two teams plus the criminal are coughing and trying to get the dust off while sirens wail in the distance, but it only takes a few seconds for Pinkie Pie regain her senses and go after her target once more.

“All right, creep, who hurt Trixie?” says Pinkie Pie.

The criminal looks at her meekly, and he shrinks down when Pinprick, Applejack and Rarity flank her, with the first staring, the second growling and cracking her knuckles and the last sprouting her blade.

“It wasn't me, I swear! She was like that when we got here!” says the criminal.

“Who was here before you got here?” says Applejack.

“I don't know. I think it was Flim. Or Flam. I really can't remember who's who.”

“What did this person look like?” asks Rarity.

Octavia marches past the team, towards a parked truck, and Pinkie Pie activates her cannon and points it at the criminal when he stares at the mobster.

“Hey, eyes on us! What did that jerk look like?” says Pinkie Pie.

The criminal gulps. “Tall, lanky, mustache, ugly hair.”

“That is a terrible description.”

Shattered glass brings Pinkie Pie to look in Octavia's direction, and she sees their resident mobster pulling her gun away from the truck's shattered driver window and crawling underneath the dashboard.

“Octavia, what are you doing?” says Flash.

“She's hotwiring it, duh,” says Rainbow Dash.

Seconds later, the truck rumbles to life and Octavia buckles up in the driver's seat with her weapon next to her and her eyes on Flash.

“Truck's on. Let's get Trixie to a hospital before the cops slow us down,” says Octavia.

“But we just leveled a building! We have to give statements about what happened,” says Twilight.

“We can give statements after you get Trixie to the hospital,” says Applejack, now scooping up Trixie and carrying her to the truck.

Rainbow Dash runs past her, climbs on the bed helps Applejack put her on, and Flash shakes his head finds a spot next to his teammate while motioning Twilight to get inside the truck.

“Twilight, get in,” orders Flash.

“But what about protocol?” says Twilight, her fingers tapping against each other in a nervous fit.

“Protocol can wait. Trixie can't. Let's go.”

“But- Hey!”

Pinprick picks up Twilight by the back of her shirt and stuffs her in the truck next to Octavia, despite her protests, then slams the door shut and points down the road.

“Take Seventeenth Street all the way down and turn right on Redheart Drive. That is the quickest route to the hospital, and traffic is lowest at this time so traffic laws are no problem,” says Pinprick.

“I don't obey laws,” says Octavia.

The truck then zooms off and Pinprick hurries back to Pinkie Pie's group, who has yet to relinquish their deadly arsenal's aim from the criminal.

“I can tell you where to find the guy that hurt your friend,” says the criminal.

“Start talking,” says Pinkie Pie.

“Talking fast will be appreciated,” says Pinprick. He jabs his thumb over his shoulder to an ever growing swirling light of red and blue. “Company is coming.”

“Pier One at the Gemstone River Ports,” says the criminal.

“Thanks,” says Applejack.

And then she punches him in the face and he falls back, limp with his tongue out a fist imprinted on him.

“Nice hit,” says Pinkie Pie.

“Thanks,” says Applejack.

“We should probably go, now,” says Rarity.

“Follow me. I know where to go,” says Pinprick, running ahead of the girls.

Pinkie Pie nods and runs after him, as do the other two, and they disappear into the maze of alleys right as the approaching vehicle screeches to a halt.

Thunderlane is forced to his knees on the cold, concrete ground by Flam and Flim keeps watch with a calm smile and his flint-lock pistol aimed down as a man steps out of a small building with three extra guards. The man is chubby with blue, straight combed hair and pale blue eyes and is wearing a blue suit and tie. His tired eyes are aggravated with icy blue veins snaking towards his pupils, and he holds his palms out as he marches towards the trio.

“Party Favor, it is good to see you,” says Flim.

“Good to see you, too, but what's going on?” asks Party Favor.

“You got the kiddo?”

“Yeah.”

“Bring him out.”

Party Favor nods and goes back inside, and not even half a minute passes before he comes with short, fat kid with pale skin and gray-blue hair. His mouth is stuffed with a sock, his hands are tied behind his back and he has purple eyes, currently unsteady and wet.

“Rumble!” calls Thunderlane. “Rumble are you okay?”

Rumble's reply is muffled and Flam orders Thunderlane to be quiet while charging his weapon. Thunderlane falls silent, but glares at him while Party Favor shakes his head.

“So, what's the deal?” says Party Favor.

Flim taps his weapon. “Oh, nothing much. There was just a violation of contract, Flam killed a girl and I missed my show.”

Party Favor shakes his head. “Really, Flam? Why can't you be more like Flim?”

Flam shrugs. “Not my fault the female species are despicable.”

“Anyway, here's the deal,” says Flim. “Lamia is very picky, she does not like me or Flam, but, like us, she doesn't like it when someone breaks a contract. Thunderlane, here, broke the contract. Flam wants to put a laser in his skull, I want to kill the kid in front of him, but technically he belongs to Lamia, so technically she gets to decide the punishment.”

“And you want me to take him to her?” says Party Favor.

“Yes. She actually likes you and that queer and I am sure she would do something that would be more impactful.”

“Why don't you come with us so you can explain this problem to her?”

Flim clicks his tongue. “We got a business, here. Can't leave the business.”

“Hey, guys, I know I did something stupid, but we really don't have to go this far,” says Thunderlane. “Let Rumble go and I'll accept whatever consequences Lamia wants to impose.”

Rumble's eyes widen and he shakes his head, and Flim chuckles and ruffles Thunderlane's hair.

“Oh, good ole Thunderlane, I almost hate doing this to you, but contracts are contracts,” says Flim. He twists a dial on his laser pistol and aims it at Thunderlane's head. “Sleep tight.”

He pulls the trigger and a blue ball explodes against Thunderlane's skull. His body instantly goes limp and he flops to the ground with his eyes closed, and Rumble screams, but he meets a same fate. With the two on the ground, Flim holsters his pistol and looks at Party Favor.

“Get those two out of here,” orders Flim.

Party Favor nods to his guards, and as they collect the hostages he looks at the Twins.

“What are you two going to be doing, now?” asks Party Favor.

Flim and Flam look at each other.

“I guess we can see if more work is needed if the big guy is still around,” says Flam.

“Yes, work is good,” says Flim.

They look at Party Favor, flash a smile in unison and wave farewell as they walk away.

“Have a good night,” says Flim.

“Enjoy your trip,” says Flam.

Party Favor slowly waves back. “Yeah, thanks for answering my question... dicks.”