MoonThief

Day 40, week 23, simultaneously.

It was a nice, crisp night on the streets. The mood was fairly relaxed, only vulnerable targets were having their wallets snatched. Mostly, they were just having fun, horsing around. It was really nice owning the streets. Certain ponies had already learned to fear the shifty yet high-class foursome. Trixie's tricks were paying off for the gang. Noone had ever been nabbed for anything. The profits were rolling in. The neigh-borhood kids were looking up to them with a mixture of awe and fear. Life is great when you're the alpha. The crew decided to go for some pizza, and strutted into Marcinni's like "What up, I got a big cock." People deliberately avoided looking at them. Luke felt a bit bad. There was really no call to be so intimidating. But it didn't matter, they were just here for pizza and maybe Marcinni could get them some beer.

They sat at the bar and waited for the waitress to come, talking about the game last night, and the pursesnatching they had executed minutes earlier on Fourth, by the subway. They had made $186, which was plenty; not to mention they had a lot in reserve already. A fly was buzzing around his ankles, and Luke lowered his hoof to stomp on it; but connected with something soft. It was a wallet. So basically what the fuck. Luck is the most powerful force in the universe. It contained not only $70 and some change, but a few cigarretes, photos of somepony named Liquid Scar and his marefriend, and a brass key; which Luke pocketed.

After reveling in their good fortune, they enjoyed the pizza and headed out to Ferrier Field to play some ultimate Frisbee, taking a side alley. They were stopped. The same burly pony in the pictures from the wallet was there, and he had some friends. None of them looked happy to meet Luke. Luke nodded to lightning, who disappeared behind some nearby boxes, looking to flank the enemy if things got ugly.

"Now, we don want any trouble here punk", he continued, "But that there is my wallet, and I need something in it. "

Luke connected the dots and instantly realized the importance of the key. But he wasn't about to give it up. Any second now…

The standoff continued.

To stall, Luke threw some money at them.

"It was about $70, right?"

"Give me the wallet. It wasn't just the money. I had pictures of my marefriend in there."

Luke had to stop himself from laughing. This guy wasn't really even a good liar.

A few more seconds.

"So um. How about them Yankees?" Luke said, setting the scene, trying to look and talk like he was vulnerable and nervous while lightning snuck up from behind.

"Dude, shut the FUCK UP."

There it was. The signal from Lightning. "Quick! Look behind you!" said Luke.

Liquid Scar didn't flinch. "What? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Yes."

All hell broke loose. Lightning from behind threw an absolutely brutal, crippling karate chop at Liquid scar's neck, feeling himself fracturing the vertebrae on the downstroke, and the goon crumpled to the ground.

The rest of the thugs were surprised for half a second too long; waiting for an order that didn't come from the mouth of their unconscious leader, and that was their downfall. Else, they were greater in number and significantly but not overwhelmingly better at hand to hand combat. As it was, it was an absolute rout. Within seconds, the entire gang was on their butts; and most of them wouldn't be waking up for a few minutes. Only Shadow had taken a punch; and he was going to be fine, only his abs were going to be sore for a few days. The sirens started, and Luke & friends decided it was in their best interest to leave the scene, but not before relieving one or two gang members of their money.

"You'll regret this!" sputtered a colt, coughing up blood from where he was hooved in the chest.