Sgt. Clare, Crystal Empire palace:

I walked over to the office door and kicked it down. Several dark guards, that’s what I’m calling them now, turned in attention from the noise. “Our meeting’s adjourned” I quoted as I sprayed them down with a fully automatic burst from the Glock. 9mm rounds tore through their flimsy armour and ripped their life from them. Several of the dark guards were dead before they hit the ground but I was already on the move.

Several dark guards rushed up the stairs with G3 assault rifles but they weren’t prepared for me. I leveled my automatic pistol at the group and held the trigger back, the pistol made a buzzing sound as it spat out rounds at an incredibly high rate. Several of the guards tumbled back down the stair case with bullet holes riddled throughout their bodies.

I heard yelling from down stairs and I began to descend the stair case rather slowly. When I reached the bottom I was greeted by a line of dark guards who had their rifles trained on the stairs as they waited for me. “WAIT!” I exclaimed, they were all stupid enough to lose their concentration and lower their guns slightly. I had the Glock at hip level as I squeezed the trigger and mowed down the group with a stream of lead death.

These guys were amateurs, probably hired as a last resort. Several dark guards shot at me from a balcony and bullets chipped away at the floor. I lined up my shot and sprayed them down. Two of the guards toppled and fell of the balcony ledge that overlooked the entrance, one of them let out a comical scream as he fell.

I looked at the Glock which was now empty and dropped it to the ground as I walked over to the push cart with the pile of overflowing guns, which for some reason hadn’t been taken away. I grabbed my Smith and Wesson 500 magnum and placed it in my shoulder holster. I picked through the guns and chose: an M1911 pistol, an Uzi 9mm and the Mossberg 500 tactical which had no stock and just a pistol grip with a three round tubular magazine.

I held the Uzi and cocked back the charging bolt. Things were about to get real messy. I thought to myself about where Sombra might be hiding and figured ‘In the highest room in the tallest tower’ and snickered at the thought. As I ascended up a staircase several dark guards came barreling down the stairs, assault rifles drawn. I quickly snapped my aim up and sprayed them down with a quick burst, making sure not to waste too much of the magazine’s ammunition capacity.

The guards began to tumble down the stairs and I hurdled over their bodies as I ascended up the stairs. I entered the top level of the castle only to find over a dozen dark guards waiting for me. I quickly began to hose them down with a constant stream from the Uzi but it quickly ran dry and I lept behind cover as the dark guards fired at me. Thank god that crystals were semi resistant to bullets. I unsheathed the Mossberg from my leg holster, I had one shot in the chamber and three in the tube. “Four shots” I muttered as I lept up and pulled the trigger back.

The shotgun’s BOOM echoed through the throne room, it was deafening. The load of buckshot caught a dark guard in the chest and lifted him off his hooves, propelling his body a few feet through the air. I racked the shotgun slide and blasted another dark guard in the chest, the load of buckshot ripped his chest open and blood splattered everywhere. I pumped the shotgun slide again then pumped another guard with a gutful of lead buckshot.

The other guards quickly turned tail and ran, I quickly took aim and blasted another in the flank as he ran and his body front flipped from the force and sent him tumbling down the stairs.

I drew out the M1911 pistol and held it in both hands as I began searching the throne room for Luna. I heard sobbing coming from somewhere but I couldn’t figure out where. I continued my search until blind luck had me trip over a slightly opened trap door. I ended up falling on my face but I had found out where the crying was coming from. I ripped the trap door off its hinges and tossed it away as I looked down into the secret cavern.

“Oh fuck…” I muttered as I realized it was an impossibly long descent down. I had only heard the crying because it had echoed throughout the cavern. “Well Bond, let’s see how well this watch works” I muttered as I pointed the watch at the ground and shot the cable hook into the crystal floor. The hook pierced the floor and hopefully it would hold. I gave it an aggressive tug and it showed no signs of stress. I set the release latch for the watch cable so that it would allow me to descend and I slowly lowered myself off the edge of the staircase then lept down, it was considerably faster than walking but not a dangerously high speed that would rip my shoulder out of place if I needed to stop suddenly.

The descend seemed to drag on forever but it was probably only five or six minutes, I should’ve set the stop watch to see how long it really was, man this watch had everything. I finally reached the bottom of the cavern where Luna sat tied up in a chair. I released the cable wire from the watch and walked over, Luna couldn’t see me but she could hear my footsteps.

“I’m… not… going… to be your… queen” she managed through painful words, I really hope she wasn’t hurt all that bad. I walked over and pulled out a small switch blade knife that clicked as I flicked it open. “Go ahead… cut me… you can’t break my will” she laughed through painful breaths.

I cut off the ropes that binded her front hooves together behind the chair then cut the ropes around her hindlegs. She immediately lept forward then turned to charge me, readying her horn to impale me. She saw it was me and gasped “Clare!?”. I nodded “Well who were you expecting? Santa Clause?” I laughed.

“You… you came for me, but why?” she asked curiously. “Well not to make it sound all emotional or anything but... I came to save you because I love you” I said, thinking about how corny that line was. “But after last night… I… I…” she trailed off, unsure of what to say. I walked over and embraced her lightly, knowing she was probably in pain from the severe beatings she had obviously received. I was going to personally gut Sombra myself for this.

“I don’t care if you vowed never to love again, I’ll always love you for who you are” I whispered in her ear. She leaned her head back and we began to make out. I broke away from the kiss, “Sorry to kill the moment but I gotta dark lord to gut” I said coldly. She wrapped her hooves around me then suddenly we were transported to the throne room. We walked out to the balcony that overlooked all of the Crystal Empire.

Dark guards were getting into attack formations and setting up barricades and sand bag cover. I pointed to my truck which for some reason they had neglected. “Can you teleport us to my truck?” I asked and she nodded, once again she wrapped her hooves around me and teleported us away.

She had managed to teleport us into the back seat of the truck. “Do you know how to drive?” I asked and she shook her head. “It’s easy. See that pedal far to the right?” I asked and she nodded as I gave her a very short lesson on how to drive.

“Okay you drive” I said and was about to open the back door when she grabbed my shoulder. I turned back to her, “Where are you going?” she asked. “I have a surprise for them in the back of the truck” I informed her and was about to turn back but she pulled me forward and gave me one last kiss before I had to go. “For luck” she said. I gave her a wink then quickly lept out of the truck, for some reason I closed the door behind me, it must’ve been natural instinct or something.

I popped open the tailgate and hopped into the back of the truck. I closed the tailgate then booted off the box cover, leaving myself exposed but not for long. Several dark guards took notice of me and began to fire their rifles at me. The truck had been reinforced with armour plating but that still didn’t protect my exposed body.

I grabbed the tarp that covered my surprise and pulled the tarp off and let it flutter to the ground. The surprise: an M2 Browning .50 caliber on a pivotal mount fully loaded and ready to rock and roll. I got behind the machinegun and called out to Luna “Drive honey, things are about to get messy”.

I took aim on a group of dark guards behind a pile of sandbags and opened fire. At first they were safe but within seconds the mighty .50 caliber rounds shredded the sand bags and chopped their bodies into pieces. Luna started the truck and began to drive, I needed to find Sombra and fast.

I swung the massive machinegun and pointed it at some guards trying to pot shot me from the roof tops. The M2 began to chug out lead death, the bullets took chunks of the roof away before I redirected my fire and chopped them down. Their bodies seemed like they were exploding as the .50 caliber rounds tore flesh and muscle from the bone and splattered blood into the air like rain.

Luna took the truck around a corner and I saw several blockades set up. “Drive through them” I called out as I continued to chop down dark guards with the mighty M2. The flimsy wooden road blocks were no match for the F-750 and it simply flew through the wooden blockades like it was paper.

I swung my machinegun towards the dark guards that had been positioned at the road block as we passed them and fired the machinegun. The guards all screamed in fear as they were struck down by the machinegun of death. One of the guards tried to stay standing and was torn in half by a trio of .50 caliber rounds to the side.

I saw a sporty red 1969 Camaro rip by, it had to be Sombra. “Follow him” I called out as I tried to swing the M2 around to get a shot at the speedy Camaro. Unfortunately Sombra took the Camaro around a street corner before I could get a shot, I redirected my aim to a couple of dark guards who were shooting the truck’s cab, the bullets pinged off the truck harmlessly but I was still infuriated that they were trying to harm Luna.

I let out a war cry as I let loose with the Browning heavy machinegun and the mighty machinegun hosed them down and ripped their bodies apart. Luna drove the truck into another street and I saw Sombra’s red Camaro drift around another corner, he was trying to escape.

“Drive through the building” I ordered, I could see Luna turn back to me. “WHAT!?” she exclaimed and I pointed to a jewelry store, the building looked flimsy and we were going pretty fast. “Drive through it” I told her. I hunched over behind the cab as she plowed the truck through the jewelry store, luckily it was a flimsy store and the truck smashed right through it and into the street on the other side. I stood up to see Sombra’s Camaro leaving the city. “Follow him” I called out.

“We’ll never catch up to him” Luna called back. “Oh yes we will” I told her and I felt the truck pull forwards as she slammed the accelerator to the floor. I mounted the mighty machinegun once again and began to take down dark guards without mercy.

We passed a small office building where several dark guards had taken cover. I swung the machinegun towards them and opened up. The .50 caliber rounds tore right through the walls of the building and annihilated the guards inside. Something must’ve caught fire because for some reason the building exploded behind us and sent debris flying into the air as the building was completely destroyed.

I turned around as we too left the city and the truck began to plow through the deep snow, not far ahead I could see Sombra’s Camaro as it tried to drive but it had gotten stuck in the deep snow. “Ram him from the side, I want him alive” I told Luna and she slowed the truck down a bit so that the impact wouldn’t be as severe.

The F-750s grill bars slammed the side of the Camaro, the blunt force crumpled the car’s side and forced it up onto two wheels as the truck pushed it through the snow. The force almost caused the car to be dragged under the truck but some of the snow restricted the car from doing this. Luna slowed the truck to a stop then backed it away from the now rolled over Camaro. I lept off the back of the truck.

“Whatever happens… stay in the truck” I told her as I passed the driver side door. “Clare… I love you” she told me and I looked up to her in the truck. “I love you to sweetie” I said, funny that I was calling her sweetie yet we weren’t technically in a relationship.

I unholstered my Smith and Wesson 500 magnum from its shoulder holster as I approached the car which Sombra was now crawling out of. He walked around the car and looked to me. “You fucked up my car” he snarled. I held my revolver at my side “You fucked up my day off”.