Chapter 3 - The Purple Den

Chapter 3 - The Purple Den

Excellent work! Better still, you didn’t even put a bullet in him, making it look like he passed out or something. As I promised, I’ve transferred the money over to your account. Enjoy!

John

He got the message shortly after returning home. Again, he logged into his Golden Pegasus account and was happy to find the money successfully transferred over to his. He laid back on his old couch in his living and let out a sigh of joy, happy with his ‘new job’ and a much more efficient way to handle problems for other people. But still, he won’t be resting easy if the police are on his tracks. Being a professional assassin like his father and his before him, he remembered to eliminate whatever evidence in the area. He put his hooves behind his head and closed his eyes, drifting off to a sleep he’s been dying for a long time.

BAMBAMBAM

A knock on his door interrupted him, Tyler groaned as he got up from his couch and trotted his way to the door. When he turned the doorknob with his hoof and opened the door, he can see nopony standing outside. He looked outside his room and the compound, there was nopony there as well. When he slowly walked outside, he felt something being stepped underneath his hoof. A piece of paper with some words written on it. ‘Come see me in the Purple Den. Come alone and unarmed.’ Tyler scratched his mane with his hoof after reading the note, who would want to see this anonymous person in a strip club? It could be a prank, or perhaps another contract for him which is too private to discuss. Either way, he’s too tired after the last kill he made, and running a mile and a half from the neighbourhood is no walk in the park. He entered his room again, stuffing the note in his shirt pocket. Again, he made his way to his couch when he heard another knock on his door, much gentler this time. He turned the handle again, this time, it was Elizabeth. “Oh, hi Elizabeth.” Tyler smiled at her.

        “Hello to you too, Tyler.” Elizabeth greeted, smiling back at him. “My dad asks if you want to join us for dinner tonight.”

“Umm, that kinda depends. Where?”

“Well, from the amount of money you paid us. We’re thinking somewhere… fancy.” Elizabeth hesitated, her face slightly turning red.

        “I’ll try. But now, I’ve important matters to discuss with a friend.”

        “Oh, alright then.” Her expression on her face turned a little bit disappointed. And Tyler trotted his way to the Purple Den. He felt bad saying no to such a cute girl like that, but he didn’t let that feeling get to him. The Purple Den is Manehattan’s largest and most popular strip club in all of Equestria, and people from all around came to this place for a… ‘Special treat’ waiting for them behind those doors.

        Lucky for Tyler, it’s just a fifteen minute walk from his apartment, so it’s fairly nearby. When he spotted the large building painted purple and black with the neon sign of what seems to be a mare pole dancing, he took out his note again and read it. ‘Come to the Purple Den. Come alone and unarmed.’ He entered the strip club, with two tough-looking pegasi bouncers allowing him to enter and making no resistance once he walked passed them. Inside, it’s just nothing but stallions and mares in the building. The mares are wearing lingerie to attract the stallions and dancing on the poles while the stallions are drinking at the bar and tossing dollar bills at the pole dancers. The club is dark, and with no proper lighting but purple and pink lights, making it impossible for him to watch where he’s going.

        Walking through the horde of scantily clad mares and drunk stallions, he could not find the pony he is looking, perhaps this is one big joke just to waste his time. He was about to turn around and leave when he heard a mare’s voice call out behind him. “Tyler.” Her voice called out. He turned around and sees the unicorn mare with a light grey coat and brown mane, next to her is another mare who is a stripper, cuddling next to her and nuzzling her at her neck. “I hear a lot of things about you, yes?” she said when she turned her head to the stripper and kissed passionately on the mare’s lips.

        “What do you want?” Tyler asked.

“I’ve enough fun for today, dear.” The light-grey mare waved her hoof, and the stripper left. “I know all about you, Tyler.” She levitated the glass of scotch and placed it to her lips, taking a sip from it. “And I have one little job for you to take care of.”

“Depends on the job, and I’ve dinner with another mare.”

“Well, you see.” The unicorn shifted her sitting posture. “I run a series of meth labs all around Manehattan. A profitable career, yes, but I’ve encountered a slight problem…” she placed the glass back on the table and lifted a cigarette from an ashtray next to the glass and smoked.

“Cut the chase and let’s get over with it.” Tyler said impatiently.

“Colts like you are so impatient these days… Oh well. You see, there is a stallion selling a part of our drugs. We hired him, of course. But then he refused to give us the earnings he made and ran off to someplace everypony doesn’t know. And I want you to find him and kill him. There will be a large reward of ten thousand dollars waiting in your bank account if you do that.”

“Ten thousand?” he asked with his eyes wide open. Ten thousand dollars is a lot for a single target. “You’re paying me ‘that’ much just to kill a single pony?” he asked doubtedly.

“Oh, it’s nothing but a fraction of what I make from a sale.” She smoked from the cigarette again, puffing out a cloud of smoke.

“Where can I find him?”

“He frequents at the fight club next the Steelswing’s gun store.” She handed him a picture of his target. “Find him, and come back once you finished the job. And make sure he is truly dead.”

“Trust me, I will.”

“Oh, I hope you will.”