After Treehugger collapsed in the mall after bringing an end to The General and effectively dismantling the Sons of Samedi, Pinkamena ran up to the mare and checked to make sure she was still breathing. To her relief her breathing was steady. She also poked the mare a few times with her hoof and saw her wince each time but didn’t wake up. Pinkamena suspected that the transformation had taken a toll on her body and she would need a lot of rest to recover...at least she hoped.

Playa and Shaundi helped put Treehugger into one of the many Samedi vehicles that littered the mall as a result of the incident. Since the hospital wouldn’t know what to do with a pony and bringing her to a veterinarian would be an indignity to a pony, the unconscious mare was taken to the hideout where they would let her rest.

Since her part of the campaign against the gangs of Stilwater was complete, Shaundi gave her phone number to Playa and Pinkamena so that she could offer her assistance should they need it.

To put the final nail in the coffin with the Sons of Samedi, the Saints moved in and secured Prawn Court, sending a message to the remaining crazy, green shirt-wearing thugs that the gang was finished and their only choice was to either change their flags or drop them.

With the Haitian drug cartel out of Stilwater, the Saints once again had control over the drug market and with the Loa Dust recipe in their possession, they were intent on holding the leading position in that market for a long time.

Before the Saints decided on the next gang to target, Playa decided to let the Saints take a day off to do whatever they wanted.

However, Pinkamena brought news that would ruin their day off but give them something fun to do while they were in between gangs.

Playa was relaxing on the couch in the lobby when Pinkamena approached him. “What’s up?” he asked.

“I wanted to show you a few souvenirs that I got from the police station.” Pinkamena pulled out the three recorders. “I have a feeling these are related to Troy’s investigation of the boat explosion.”

“Really?” Playa quickly repositioned himself into a sitting position on the couch. “Let’s find out what they say.” He pulled one of the blue recorders and after a few moments of figuring out how it worked, he found the ‘play’ button. Once he pushed the button, his ears were greeted with a little static before the recording started.

Troy received a call from Dex, while he was sure the Saints, except for Pinkamena, had not discovered his identity yet, he could only hope this would be a friendly conversation. “What’s up Dex?”

“I know you’re a cop…”

Troy was taken aback by Dex’s accusation but he knew that there was no sense in hiding it anymore anyway. Still, he was curious how he found out. “The fuck are you talking about?”

“Come on, man, who you think you’re talkin’ to? The tactics, the police station thing, your shitty haircut...even that pink bitch had you figured out. You couldn’t have made yourself look any more obvious, even if you walked around with a sign that said ‘I’m a cop.’”

Troy was glad that Dex couldn’t see how embarrassed he was over the phone but he had a feeling that he knew anyway. “So what are you gonna do?”

“Nothin’.”

“What?”

“I’m out Troy. I got offered a job at Ultor, I’m droppin’ my flags and I’m goin’ straight. I just want to make sure we’re not gonna have a problem.”

Dex hung up.

“Guess he never got over the times I showed him up,” Pinkamena commented.

“What do you mean?” Playa asked.

“The fact that he called me a bitch meant that he might bear some negative feelings toward me and the instances with Angelo and Monroe are the reasons why he would think so...that and I suggested that he take the matter of the Colombians with Julius but he snapped at me and did his own thing. Julius even threatened to put me in charge of the Carnales for his stunt.”

“Huh, I guess I can see why Dex would be like that.”

Playa pulled out the second blue recorder and started the playback.

Troy walked up to the prison cell that held the leader of the Saints, Julius Little. The man was sitting in his cell with his head down, thinking.

“How ya doin’ Julius?”

“I was doing better before I got arrested.”

“I wanted to talk to you about that…”

“I bet you do,” Julius snapped.

“Listen Julius, you’ve made some bad choices, but you’re a good man, let me help you.”

Julius turned his head to look at Troy, “What do you want?”

“My higher ups want the Saints to be gone and I can’t overturn that decision. So there’s two ways that can happen.”

“You can arrest all of us,” Julius pointed out as the first option.

“Or you guys can quit while you’re ahead,” Troy concluded. “This is my investigation and I can miss a few collars.’

“What are you saying?”

“Dex is out of the game, and you’re in jail. If you can convince Johnny, Lin and your number two to drop their flags the Saints will fall apart since there’s no way the gang will follow a pony and everyone goes home happy.”

Julius looked at Troy as if he had suddenly developed dementia. “Do you honestly think that’ll work?”

Troy began looking at Julius pleadingly, “You think I like arresting my friends? Convince ‘em to quit and I won’t have to.”

“There’s no way that Playa’s gonna stop. Pinkamena’s a fuckin’ psychopath who would just turn serial killer if the Saints fell apart.”

“Make Playa understand. I’ll see what I can do to curb Pinkamena’s wrath. I might be able to get her to stay calm...at least for a little while.”

“Let’s say I can stop Playa, how do I know I’m goin’ free?”

“I’ve already talked to the Mayor, Hughes is willing to give you guys pardons.”

Julius took a deep breath and let it out. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Did Julius have something to do with the bombing?” Playa asked.

“All this proves was that Troy made a deal with Julius to get the Saints to disband, though for some time I did suspect that he might have, what with disappearing after the bombing.”

“It sounded like he sold us out to save his own skin.”

“I think I already know what this last recording will be about but let’s listen to make sure.”

Pinkamena pressed ‘play’ on the yellow recorder.

Troy just saw the explosion on the news and noticed that it was the mayor’s yacht. The police officer was outraged by the over the top display of convincing Playa to stand down. He picked up his phone to call Julius. When he answered, Troy shouted into the phone, “What the fuck was that?!”

“It was the only way.”

“I said talk, not set off a goddamn bomb!”

“Relax Troy, the Saints are finished...don’t try to find me.” Julius hung up.

“Shit!” Troy said to himself as he prepared to dial Pinkamena’s number. “Thanks to that idiot, now I gotta hurry and do damage control before she finds out and gets pissed.”

“Well, the city’s still standing so whatever Troy said to you must have calmed you down.” Playa’s expression quickly changed from amusement to a deep scowl. “And I learned that Julius is a dead man.”

“I only held myself because Pinkie convinced me to listen to Troy. I might be pissed with Troy’s betrayal, but I’m willing to avoid any confrontation with him as long as he’s still useful to the Saints. As for Julius, he used us like some tools to get rid of rival gangs then discarded us. That might not have been his original plan but that’s how it turned out. Since he was the leader once, I might let him decide how he wants to die.”

“So how do we find him?” Playa asked.

“Dunno, but maybe I know someone who does.” She pulled out the folder from her mane that she got from the police station. Opening it, she saw a few papers on Dex as well as his current phone number. She pulled out her phone and dialed the number. When she heard the line pick up she spoke first, “Hello Dexie.”

“Pinkamena...shoulda figured you’d be the one to find the files in Troy’s office. Since I assume you went through them, then you should know that Julius set you up...meet me at the old church and I’ll tell you where to find Julius.” Dex ended the call without waiting for a response.

Pinkamena clicked her tongue, “Is everyone in this world so rude that they can’t even say a proper goodbye before they hang up? Dex said to meet him at the church but my Pinkie sense is telling me it’s a trap so I’ll hide out near the church and jump in once the trap is sprung.”

“Sounds like a plan. Anyone you wanna bring along?”

“Yeah.” Pinkamena called Gilda to tell her to follow her from a distance. Once the order was given, Pinkamena left the hideout with Playa to meet Dex at the old church.

Once they arrived near the church, Pinkamena hid in the shadows of a nearby building and Gilda perched on its roof. Playa went in alone while Pinkamena pulled out some listening equipment to hear what was going on.

Instead of Dex’s voice, Pinkamena heard Julius’ voice as he was surprised to find Playa in the church instead. After what the madmare said earlier, it didn’t take long to put the facts together, “So, this is the trap Pinkamena was talkin’ about.”

“Trap? Fuck! I shoulda known Dex would set us up,” Julius mused.

The church came under attack mere seconds later as some armored individuals wearing orange suits moved in. Playa managed to repel the initial waves before more showed up. Pinkamena emerged from her hiding spot to slice through the Masako, as Julius called them. The armored vans were torn asunder by Pinkamena’s party cannon. The two humans emerged from the church and ran toward the car beyond the south entrance. She followed them before the car drove off.

“I see you brought her along,” Julius commented and sighed. “At least you don’t have any hard feeling towards me.”

Pinkamena put on a cheerful smile but said nothing.

The Masako chasing the group were drastically reduced in effectiveness thanks to a griffon flying around and shooting down helicopters and blasting vehicles from the air.

The group arrived at an old amphitheater and proceeded to finish off the last of the Masako Dex sent to deal with them.

With that out of the way, it was time to deal with the real matter.

“Just like old times you two…” Julius said.

“Yeah…” Playa replied before pulling a gun on him.

“Wait!” Pinkie took over and knocked his arm aside.

“The fuck are you doing Pinkie?”

Pinkie ignored Playa and looked at Julius, “Why would you betray the Saints like you did? There’s gotta be a good explanation for why you did that. Please tell me there’s a good explanation.”

Julius scowled, “What did the Saints actually accomplish by throwing out a bunch of gangs from Stilwater? Even after all we did, drugs were still being pushed, innocent people were still getting killed, no small contribution from the two of you, all we did was turn into Vice Kings that wore purple.”

“Jesus Christ, you sound like a pussy…” Playa commented.

“I sound like someone who’s not a sociopath…”

“You wanna be the killer with a conscience? Fine...drop your flags and write a book like King, but you never shoulda came after me.”

“You tellin’ me if I woulda asked you to walk away you would have said yes?”

“Fuck no, this is my city.”

Julius looked at Pinkie, “And you, when are you gonna learn to put away that goddamn knife and do something productive for the city? When does the killing end?”

Pinkie looked visibly distressed, like she had been accused of a grievous crime that she didn’t commit. “But it wasn’t me, Mena’s the one who does all the…”

“You don’t think I know a mental case when I see one?” Julius shouted. “I know you and that other personality of yours inhabit the same mind and body. Why don’t you stop blaming others for your crimes and take some goddamn responsibility for your own actions!? At the end of the day, you’re nothing more than a cold-blooded murderer. Why don’t you do the city a favor and check yourself into a mental institution and stay there!”

Pinkie’s eyes filled with tears before a cartoonish amount of liquid poured from her eyes. She bawled for a few seconds before the tears stopped and the two minds swapped again. Pinkamena’s expression was unamused with a hint of a parent who was extremely disappointed in their child.

“I was willing to ask you how you wanted to die out of respect for your past leadership. This was a chance that I never offered to my victims…

“You may not understand this Julius but Pinkie and I are not some fragmented personalities. The two of us are each complete which sets us apart from your typical Dissociative Identity Disorder patients. I do all the killing so that Pinkie never ends up corrupted by this city. She never acted maliciously, Julius.”

“Now that that’s sorted...You made my sister cry, Julius. You tormented her heart with accusations that you should have pointed at me. That load of horseapples you pulled made me rescind the offer, and because you made her cry, you’re going to die in a theatrical fashion.”

Before Julius could reply, a hoof met his face hard and he blacked out.

“So, why are we killing him like this?” Johnny asked. “I’d think a bullet would work better.”

“After what he did, his death is going to be slow and painful...and this is a shout out to a certain fan base,” Pinkamena stated.

“So we’re reenacting a scene from a famous television series to kill this guy? Sure, I got nothing better to do anyway,” Shaundi commented.

“Sounds stupid,” Gilda commented. “But if the boss wants this then I’ll go with it.”

“Why isn’t Treehugger here?” Carlos asked.

“She’s still in bed from her episode,” Playa said.

“I want this to go on record that this is some messed up shit,” Pierce commented.

Julius groaned and opened his eyes slowly. “Wh...what happened?”

“Turn around and look,” Pinkamena said.

Julius did as told and saw a wooden post in the ground with a plank nailed on it perpendicular to the post. The plank said ‘Traitor’. He turned around while asking, “The fuck is th-” Before he could finish that sentence, Pinkamena’s kitchen knife was embedded into his stomach.

“For the Watch,” Pinkamena said before removing her knife and backing away.

The other Saints pulled out kitchen knives and prepared for their turn.

Stab

“For the Watch,” Johnny said.

Stab

“For the Watch,” Shaundi said.

Stab

“For the Watch,” Pierce said.

Stab

“For the Watch,” Carlos said.

Stab

Gilda backed away after her turn.

“C’mon Gilda, you gotta say it too,” Pinkamena said.

“Alright, fine, for the Watch.”

Julius, groaning in agony as he bled out from the multiple stab wounds, looked up at Playa who had a furious look on his face and glared at him for a few seconds. “You owe me Playa, if it weren’t for me you and that monster woulda died on that street corner.”

“If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have been in a goddamn coma,” Playa snapped.

“Then I guess that makes us even.”

“Not really.” Playa plants his knife in Julius’ heart. The man collapsed in agony while the sweet embrace of death was slow to take him. Playa turned away from Julius before turning his head one last time to the dying former Saints leader.

“For the Watch.”

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones in any way, shape or form. Game of Thrones was produced by HBO Entertainment, Television 360, Grok! Television, Generator Entertainment, Startling Television, and Bighead Littlehead. This show was distributed by Warner Bros. Television Distribution.