MLP Noire: Brushie Brushie.

It was a damp and dark night, seven minutes past twelve. A light blue mare in a dark black coat made her way down the city streets, a duffle bag slung over onto her back, and a dark black cap on her head. She let out a frustrated sigh, rounding the corner of 23'd and Hay street to a small apartment complex named 'The Staggered Stallion' she walked in to the ally beside it, making her way to the back entrance and coming inside. She looked around for the correct room, the one she had gotten from her adviser to go and clean up this evening.

"Room 47..."

She muttered to herself, walking up the stairs to the main residence. She found her way to the appointed room, opening the door to three no name ponies, all dead on the floor with chunks of brain matter and blood splattered over the walls and floor. The mare was going to have a shit tone of fun with this job. She levitated the bag over her neck and onto the floor, the zipper opening up to reveal the contents. A handgun, about five folded up duffle bags, an assortment of brushes and soaps, and some disinfecting spray. She checked one of the dead bodies, her horn glowing lightly as she concluded the rigor mortis. It was obvious both how sloppy the thugs who killed them where, and how careless.

"About three hours after death... This is why I don't take odd jobs..."

She complained a bit, hefting the dead bodies and spraying them down with disinfecting spray, lazily tossing the bodies into a respective body bag and piled them into the corner. She began to get working on her clean up. Scrubbing down every surface spattered with even the slightest bit of blood.

The young blue mare was quite the clean up, able to make a crime scene look clean from any clues before the cops ever arrived. She pulled out her cellphone about an hour later, the apartment being quite clean despite the rowdy shooting that went down here. The blue mare in the black hat flipped open her phone, dialing a number as she stuffed her dufflebag full of her supplies and levitating the bodies. She made her way out, holding the phone to her ear and walking down the empty stairs with the four bags.

"Hey, Sweetheart. I am bringing the three friends over like promised. I hope you brought the concessions... We are going to need a quick check up on some of the friends, I think they might be down with the flu or something."

"Yeah yeah, whatever Colgate. I have to set the party up before you get here. Just hurry your ass up, I don't want to be waiting all night here"

The mare on the receiving end hung up.

"What a stuck up bitch..."

Colgate complained a bit, stepping back out into the cold and moist air. She lit another cigarette and trotted down the street, doing her best to make sure she took the best path with no onlookers. She made her way left from 23'd and Hay, onto a new road. Colgate found her way into another ally. The epiphany of her life being in alleyways were all to often. This time, they came into the back of an unmarked building and upon opening the double doors, the gruesome sight of an operating table, a slew of tools, and a blood covered mare.

"You are late babe."

The doctor pony said quite impatiently, stamping a hoof in frustration and just ready to get the night over.

"Look, I brought the bodies, Redheart, just cut these asshats open and see if they have been peddling any of the boss' coke."

Redheart mocked Colgate, taking one of the bags and opening it on the table. She took out her scalpel, poking at the holes. She snickered, loving it whenever Colgate brought in a nice swiss body. The blood splattered Redheart took the clothes off of the first stallion, cutting down his chest and tummy.

"I hear the boss man is pretty pissed abou-"

Redheart was cut off by the ringing of a phone, Colgate checking her pocket. It was a text.

"No pony crosses a Pinkie Pie Swear."

At that moment, Redheart's head was gored open in an array of splattered pink and crimson gore, a bullet placed into the back of her head and out between her eyes. Her now lifeless body collapsing on top of the cut open stallion on the operating table. Two bullets grazing Colgate and another hitting her square in the chest... and she hit the deck.

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