The Four Horsemen of Equestria 2: Lucifer and the Seven Deadly Sins

Although Pride was eliminated, Lucifer acted like he was going through an everyday routine.  Still in the supermarket with Greed and Envy, the two were walking down the frozen food section.  "Why can't Gluttony join us? He is after all the big Popeyes chicken eating son of a bitch" Envy complained as he tossed a whole bunch of boxed microwaveable macaroni and cheese into the cart.

"He's as lazy as Sloth!" Greed too complained as he tossed several boxes of hot pockets into the cart.

"Not too mention unhealthy" Licifer said a as he skimmed through stocks of ice cream.  Just then, Greed received a text from one of his gangsters.

"Sir... My men are ready for operation Cocaine Market."

"Selling cocaine to every drug dealer on the block?" Lucifer asked as he gathered some ice cream.

"Yes sir" Greed answered.

"Go ahead.  But I do expect you to come back with briefcases of cash."

"Of course sir." He turned around and headed for the exit.

"Hey, why the fuck does he get to go?" Envy complained.

"Because A, I said so, B, you got nothing better to do other than being jealous, whining and complaining, C, because you're a pussy, and D, you're going to shut your mouth and help me stock up on food for a man who should have a heart attack by now." He threw the ice cream into the cart.  "One of these days, Gluttony is going to have to shop for his own fucking food!"

"Why are you taking crap from him then? You are the leader."  Lucifer grabbed his walking stick from the cart, unsheathed the blade, and aimed the burning hot blade at his comrade.

"Don't start" he threatened.  "I've been cutting him some slack for a long time and this is the last time I'm doing this."  He sheathed the blade and pulled out his cellphone.  He dialed a number and pressed the phone to his ear.  "How's it looking out there?"

"Nothing unusual" Wrath answered as he was perched on the market rooftop.  "Just civilians coming and going from the stores."

"Did you catch Greed take our van to run his errand?"

"Yes."

"Meet us in the winery section.  We're teleporting out of here."

"Understood." Wrath hung up, pocketed his phone and dropped down from the rooftop.  Before entering the market, he unsheathed is sword, approached a box of water bottles and sliced the wrapper open.  Without anyone looking, he grabbed three water bottles and entered the store, sheathing his sword once he was inside.

Hotel

Jack and I were in the elevator remaining silent.  Jack took note at how somewhat disturbed I was.  "You look shaken up" he said.

"Because I am" I answered in a low voice but clear enough for him to hear.

"I mean you're assassin so that kind of stuff shouldn't bother you."

"It's not the killing that's bothering me."

"Then what is it?"

"How do you think Princess Celestia will react if I tell her my full name?"

"Cale McManus? Dude we al heard that name for a long time, there's nothing to worry about."

"Ok to be honest, 'Cale' is my nickname." The elevator bell dinged.

"What?" Jack asked as the doors slid open.  We stepped out and walked down the hall.  "Cale is a nickname?"

"Yeah. I use it to distract people from knowing what my real name is."

"What is it?" He asked.

"I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone.  I'll be the one reveal my name to Princess Celestia."

"Word of honor" Jack said.

"My full name is Chandler Fitzherbert McManus."  Jack tried not to laugh.

"When are you going to tell her that?" He asked, trying to hold in his laugh.

"When we get out of Hell City."

"But that'll be a long time."

"Yeah" I answered.

By the time we reached our room, which was all the way down the hall, the smile on Jack's face was gone.  Inside, Chase and Remy were playing a card game using a deck of cards they found in a drawer while the two princesses watched them.  "Oh hey, who'd you get?" Chase asked.

"We took out Pride" Jack answered.

"Six to go, huh?" Remy asked.  Jack nodded.  Remy turned to Chase and grinned.  "Ready to go?" He asked.  Chase nodded and stood up.  Remy flicked his wrists and the contraption strapped to either arm extended from his sleeve.  Satisfied, he retracted them.  "Still works like a charm." He got up from the floor and the two headed out the door.

"Come on Twi, I'll show you how to play Slap Jack." She reached out and slapped Jack on the face, causing me and Princess Celestia to hide our laughter.

"Oh, that's not how it goes?" She asked sheepishly.

"Kind of close" I responded.

"Very funny, Cale" he said. 'Chandler' he mouthed.

'Jackass' I mouthed back.  I turned my head and saw Princess Celestia leaning her head on my shoulder.

Hotel Bar

Remy and Chase were sitting by a counter each drinking a shot of scotch.  Entering the bar were two gangsters.  "Here's the plan, we get some shots, get out of here, start selling like Greed told us."  Remy was about to flick his wrist but Chase stopped him.

"Let's tail them first" he whispered.  "Study their moves, find out who works for whom, and only then we can find the exact location of Greed."

"Good point" Remy said as Chase released his wrist.  The two continued to drink their shots.  Remy shifted his eyes to the right and eyed the gangsters for awhile.

"Let's visit The Rat.  He'll know what to do" one of the gangsters suggested as the bartender arrived with two shot glasses.

"Got the name memorized?" Remy asked quietly.

"The Rat" Chase answered.  They watched the gangsters gulp down their liquor and left the bar.

"Let's do this" Remy said.  Chase nodded and the two Horsemen tailed the gangsters.

In a Warehouse Several Blocks Away from the Hotel

Greed walked around the warehouse watching his men at work.  "Come on boys!" He shouted.  "It's not that hard making room for more drugs!"

"But sir" a gangster complained.  "There's barely enough room.  We might as well stick what we have and start selling."  The gangster was right.  The warehouse was now a giant labyrinth of large stocks of cocaine, cigarettes, alcohol, and other drugs.  Greed pulled out a revolver, pulled the hammer back, and shot the gangster in the head.  "Anyone thinks I don't have room?" He asked as he waved his gun around.

"No sir!" The gangsters shouted in unison.

"Good! Now find a way to make this place look like a supermarket except its stock full of drugs instead of food."

"With all due respect sir" a gangster said, all these storages of drugs will take almost forever to shelf.  And what about the money? You already have three vaults crammed with them."

"What's you're point?" Greed asked impatiently.

"I'm saying that if one of the vaults open, an avalanche of money will pour out.  We'll be needing more vaults.  Plus, we also need a back room for any drug that didn't make their way onto a shelf.  "There is way too much stuff in this warehouse."

"I'm a proud owner of these prized possessions" he said.  "If you do what I tell you, I might be generous and give each of you one packet of each drug, plus a bottle of each alcohol and keep the rest to myself."

'What about the money?" The gangster asked.

"The drugs I'm giving you is your payment.  Want money? Go sell them!" The gangster drew his gun and cocked it.

"Who fucking died and made you king?" He shot Greed point blank and gasped when nothing happened.

"Funny.  I was expecting this..." He aimed his gun point blank at the gangster and pulled the trigger, blood splattering on him.  Greed pulled out a cloth from his pocket and wiped his face.  After that, he threw the bloodstained handkerchief on the dead body in front of him.  He looked around and saw several shocked gangsters looking at him.  "What are you standing around for? Chop chop!" He shouted. His crew got back to work.

Back at the Street

Remy and Chase were standing to a club called Black Widow's Nest.  "Ok" Remy said.  "We to in, no gunshots, no bodies."

"Remy, if memory serves the two gangsters we tailed for five minutes died by your hands" Chase said.

"Hey, one deserved it after giving me the finger and insulted my mother who I haven't seen in 16 years and the other deserved it after insulting me in French."

"Was punching them repeatedly in the right eye and putting a bullet in the left one worth it?"

"Hell yes."

"What makes you sure this is the right place?"  Remy reached into his pocket and pulled out two ticket stubs to the club.  Written on it in black ink was:

'Meet me in the back at Black Widow's Nest- The Rat'

He handed one ticket to Chase.  "Let's go.  Time's a wasting."

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