Snow. Snow was everywhere and I didn't mind to much of the coldness or the fact it covered everything. That's me I'm Aaron or as my associates call me "ghost". I work with a group of assassins that all give me the dead eye or don't trust me but I worked with them and they worked with me. burning cards inc. was our well business as some would say but it was just another murder each day.
New York was now a place filled with assassins, thievery, and murdered bodies of people. The name ghost wasn't from the inspiration from call of duty or just from being sneaky. No it was ghost and I didn't question it even if my real name is Aaron. Oh and the assassin thing is true. NY is now home of major groups of assassination including eagles an assassin group of at least 32 people who work more on torture, Spies and don't get the wrong idea these guys will kill you and stalk your family, The Administration is the group of idiots who are assassins but are the main reason of crime and death. And us the group of 4 people who came together to kill anyone in any group.
"Ghost. We got a job." I knew that voice when I heard it. I turned around to see a man in full body armor standing behind me. His casual wear was some heavy bulletproof armour which was grey with some black patches here and there.
I took response and replied. "What is it now tank?" Most jobs now where mostly just a sniper mission and began boring me.
"We have a cartel of weapons that we need to steal and the man behind it is the C.E.O of the administration." His rusty voice spoke to me
I could have sworn I just got an feeling of excitement when I heard that. "When do we begin?"
"As soon as you come back inside. Snipers could be hidden." I don't think that was a problem snow filled the skies of new York and snipers have a low chance to hit me.

"At night?" I asked.

"Yes." Tank simply said as if I didn't know the answer.
The administration was packed with brute force if it's a weapon cartel so this was a risk level of three. I walked back inside where I was greeted by my fellow partners.
"Ghost buddy ready to kill some ass holes." I looked to my left to see four eyes. He was wearing his so called stalker clothing which was a black trench coat and under his light weight ballistic vest.
"I suppose." I sounded like I was bored but I was tired from about two days of restless nights.
"You supposed? Well die hard then." My attention was caught off as soon as she said that. There stood eagle who was trying to fix her gun. Her gas mask was sitting on her face but I could still she her brown eyes. Her gray long sleeved shirt was under a her custom made bulletproof vest. Her voice was soft but when you piss her off then good luck. I could see a part of her hair sticking out of her gas mask.
"I am ready I just need my weapon and such." This was an amazing mission that was about to come to us...An amazing mission..

New York city
11:32 p.m

I was prepared with everything I needed. All my weapon s where with me in order. K7, Barrett 95,combat knife, and 44 magnum. My black light weight ballistic vest was over my grey zip up hoodie. My hoodie reached about 11 inches above my knee and my joints were covered with pads. My black steel toed combat boots that had red shoe laces(don't ask)were snugged on perfectly for me. My tactical finger cut gloves had a red skull on the back of my hand.
"Really? Red laces?" Four eyes complained but I ignored and kept watch for they targets. My sniper was silenced and so was my k7 and 44 so causing noise won't be a problem.

I waited for the first target to show up. I could see him down there while I loomed from the top of a five story building. It was still snowing and anyone in NY would know to stay indoors or some crap like that. Four eyes offered me a smoke but I don't smoke. Yes I killed and torture people for money but I don't smoke nor drink. The target walked where it was safe to shoot him and stood there on guard. I pulled the trigger and soon I saw him head go pop with some blood covering the walls. I then moved down and ran inside the brick building that had the weapon shipment.
"Hey ghost over here." Tank was hidden behind a truck that was big enough to cover him. I sneaked over to him asking about the power.
"On it." He talked to eagle with his transmitter under his shatter proof glass visor. Soon the power was out and he looked at me and said.
"Nice goggles." My red goggles had a night vision mode which helped a lot when I am in the dark. My balaclava felt a bit cold but it wasn't to much. I was near the first crate and that's when hell broke loose. The light where replaces with gun shots that whizzed pass me.
"GHOST GET OUT OF THERE!" I started to run but returned fire as more streaks of lights where getting closer. I could see eagle and four eyes as they ran and came to our position.
"Oh god as if it couldn't get any wor-" four eyes didn't even had time to finish as soon as a bullet struck him in the back of the head which then caused a bit of blood to splatter on me. Eagle was throwing a grenade which caused an explosion that killed seven men. She shared a all to familiar fate. I told eagle not to go but she ignored it and went to a table for cover and before I knew it bullets went through her as she sat down behind the crappy cover. It was only Tank and me now and both of us were mad but I felt enraged. Adrenaline kicked in and the douche who shot me was killed in seconds. Tank was shooting but he was ended when a bomber ran up to him just to blow himself up. Tank managed to survive but was thrown across the room with some bad injuries. His visor was cracking a bit from what I could tell and stood up to met with the barrel of a shotgun which went through his visor and killed him. Now it was me. It took a few shots before I was down but they got me they finally killed burning cards.

New York
2:17 a.m

I woke up I still hand my knife and guns but I was tied to a chair which was sitting in the dock now this is when one would scream or ask if any one is there. Well the person next to me was mister C.E.O himself who was wearing a suit and tie that was a gray color.
"Well I caught you and killed your men isn't that great?" I remained silent from his crotchety voice. His face looked like someone who smoked a lot and smelled like it too.
"Suit yourself you're gonna die anyway." The rage filled me up I never felt sorrow but this is the closest anyone saw me upset. I was able to get my 44 as he pushed the bag of bricks down and get as I was about to hit the water I shot the side of his head clean off. I could see red fill the waters above me and see it fade slowly. Death was ready to take me in for I was a lost ghost who needed to be sent to heaven or hell. Sure each soul is just another card that death gives but I would be one who will never be sent to life again because of all those cards that lied there near a pyromaniac like me just to be burned by my hands that cause death. But now no one will burn those cards no one at all.

Equestria outside of ponyville
3:21a.m

I woke up to the pain in my side. The water was gone I was not dead or I'm drugged. What ever my happy face came on but I realized all my weapons were in tact and I had no holes in me. I looked at the direction of what seemed like a village.
"So doctor who saved my ass and brought me here...dafuq." the village was about I'd say four or five miles away. My sniper was an awesome telescope but it was not snowing here which means I could be in britan during 1435 in the summer but doctor who did save my behind so I give him credit. I then headed to the town on the gravel road.

The place has a train station so I was able to tell they were good in some technology. I was at least two miles away and walked under the cartoonish moon. But everything was in a cartoon form even me but I still looked intimidating but it was a small problem. I had my phone with me so I could listen to music. Don't get me wrong I hope my partners are fine but I just need to get my mind off how I'm alive because it's a complete mind blown situation? The town was close and it was 4:14 a.m but normally if it has trains and such then there should be guards or something I don't know. "Oh well at least I can get help if someone isn't sleeping tonight." I looked up at the sky which showed a unholy amount of clouds like seriously there's like thousands packed all together and it looked like a city up there or something. My brain hurts from the clouds and what appears to be rainbows up there. The village is a few minutes away so I could finally get a clue about where in the name of Michael Jackson am I. My sanity should not belong here for two reasons one you drown then that means say bye bye to earth. Two waking up without bullet holes or your pants down means I must be dead. "Well at least I'll see if the doctor saved me..." I look like an idiot in more was than none. I stop near a tree and took my phone to see if I can call anyone and surely enough no reception. "Piss." I got up and saw that the tree I stood next to was about 2 feet taller than me and had apples. I got the apple by hitting it with my knife and it fell onto my hand just to be met with my evil lair of death or my mouth. I continued to walk on the gravel trail that lead me to see it was a minute away and the sign that said "welcome to ponyville." It had some ponies(obviously) for some reason but this is earth or purgatory or whatever and ponies might be a worship or something.

"Finally." I was in the town and it was ye ole britan or something I'm not good with history. The houses were made of bricks or stones and had hay like rooftops which then followed by a gingerbread house. A huge candy house that stood there. The time was 5:30 and normally I would be asleep but justice never oh right I'm an assassin...Assassin never sleeps. The locked door was easy to open with my lock pick because the bump key might cause some noise and I don't want to alert this town and say. "I'm from the future and I got shot and drowned so give me all your money." That seems like a good plan though. The lock was open and I sneaked inside but before I could the bell was there so I was extra careful. I was inside and saw what looked like a bakery. Cupcakes, muffins, hell even cakes where every where and looked colorful enough to make me barf. I made my way upstairs without causing a single creak to be heard and saw an open door. "Typical." Often some people decided that the fancy door lock on the front door and think it is perfect but the cylinder is crappy and can be easily bumped key or lock picked but they simply don't ask because more expensive equal more good. I opened the door wider to see a bedroom filled with party decorations. Balloons where hanging in some places and streamers went all across the wall. It didn't take to long before a pink pony appeared in front of me and said.
"Hi! My name's pinkie pie."

Did it just talk?

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed the chapter to this new series.