Hitmare

Angel was long asleep as I sat down at the old, oak table with pencil and paper. I picked up the writing implement in my mouth and put in the top-left corner: "No. 2712"

I thought about the job. It would have been a relatively easy kill were it not for Zecora's final stipulation- that the target should know when it's about to happen, and everyone around her should be helpless as she is murdered.

I picked up a pencil and sketched out the area. A wall here, a window there... Mmm. The window.

That would cause difficulties. Needless to say they would be magically protected, and breaking that magic would require a unicorn's fine touch.

No, there was no way around it. As much as I hated to admit it, I needed help. And for that, there was only one stallion for the job.

"Hello. Agent 47? Yes. I've got a job and I need your help..."

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I stood on the hill, the cool moonlight washing the ground in a pale gray aurora. Checking my bag one last time, i could feel the smooth metal orbs and magically sharpened blade.

"47? Ready?" I said, speaking into my wristcomm.

"Firing." He replied solemnly. A beam of pale white energy passed overhead and struck the window, melting away the window's sheen and protective enchantments.

The beam stopped and I raised my hoof again. "Thanks 47. You've done your bit."

I got no response, but I wasn't worried about him. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the knife. I was ready. With a deep breath, I took to the air and flew towards the window, accelerating with each wing-beat, before reaching it and breaking through with an almighty smash.