Author's Note

Something inspoired by the Web Series.

Format inspired by The Stick Of Truth Equestrian Stories.

Hope you enjoy! :)

Razorminded

"WHOA!"
"The split on this is enormous!"
"I know who'll be spending on what tonight!"
"Beers and Hookers!"
"...."
"What? You know it's true!"

The van bumped as the potholes and rocks littered the streets of Washington DC. The van bounced as it pulled up onto the freeway, on it's way to the safe house so they can dump their shares and keep watch until Bain could give them their next job from Crime.Net. During that time the PAYDAY crew sat in the back, counting the money and Jewels they had stolen from the Jewelry Store

Chains was keeping check of the weapons, Hoxton was driving, Wolf was counting the money, and Dallas was being quiet. Silently planning their next move; what job they should do next and all of that. Where ever he is; Bain is getting the next job to do for them, It's better for the PayDay crew not to know where he is.

Dallas listened to them have a good laugh on what they will be spending their money on next. He merely accepted the large sum of money and ate a candy bar, ironically named PayDay. He looked at the wrapper and smiled. Knowing him, he wanted money and more of it. He looked at the other crew members and he stuffed the wrapper in his pocket. He kept his head down as the mask covered his hair.

He placed his weapon, the AMCAR-4 assault rifle, beside him and lifted his head. The clown mask falling behind him, he noticed a bullet hole in Wolf's armor (Not surprising, since he did risk getting killed trying to place the trip mine...) and Dallas smiled. He looked at the PayDay crew and banged the side of the door, to get their attention.

"Boys, I want another round of money." Dallas exclaimed, clapping his hands together. He got some excited looks from t he crew, but a disapproving one from his little brother.

"More than what we have?" Chains smiled, looking as if Dallas ordered for another Christmas. "Shit, I'd love that."

"More things to rob?" Wolf smiled behind his mask. "Count me in!"

"We already have money, we're rich. How about we drop off what we have and place them in the safe house?" Hoxton suggested. "It's like around the corner!"

"Screw that, that'd take hours!" Wolf fidgeted, keeping his shotgun in his hands. "Don't you agree Chainesy?"

"Cool it, Wolf." Hoxton warned, which made the Swedish psychopathic criminal pout. He had a glint in his eye as he loaded the shotgun; ready to blow the head off of anyone.

"Give me that," Chains took the weapon from him, before he tried anything too crazy.

"Come 'mon Hoxdelicous!" Wolf got a chuckle from the rest of the guys. Including Bain who was eavesdropping on the conversation. "Hey Bain!" Wolf greeted almost too giddy.

"Hey guys," Bain greeted, "I heard you wanted another job, so I'm researching right now."

"Cool," Chains grinned.

"When I meant money, I did not mean having to be busted and be caught with our pants between our legs," Dallas scratched his forehead. Being hard considering he still had his gloves on. "We stress if we have a lot more to lose, remember what happened last time we got too big for out masks?"

"Crime.Net almost terminated us..." Chains said darkly. The glee from the African American gone, as if like a switch had been cut off. "They pulled the plug on anyone who they think is being soft." Chains stopped loading the magazine and placed them in a bag to be used another time. As a ammo bag that Chains carry on heists; it's quite useful.

"Are you going to keep bickering or what?" Hoxton asked, pulling up to the safe house into the garage "We're home.:"

Casing Mode:
No suspicious actions aloud in Casing Mode

Everyone jumped out of the van and breathed in fresh air, they stretched and tried to get blood circulated back to their legs. Chains had pins and needles in his feet. Dallas looked at the house and grimaced; it still looked sulky as Bain would say. Compared to the senator's mansion it looked like a shady apartment.

"Still the same old, Same old..." Wolf sighed, "Millions in our pocket means shit to our place."

"What did you expect?" Hoxton shook his head. "Let's get inside so we can drop off the money and get back to work."

"Is it me? Or is it raining brown?" Dallas asked, looking up and a droplet fell on his face. He took a hand and sniffed it. He then gave his finger a lick before getting a slap to the head from Chains. He swore he smelt copper before glaring at Chains with a hardhat passion. He snarled in pain before rubbing his head with the other hand.

"What the hell are you thinking, licking brown water?!" Chains scolded harshly, getting rain in his hair.

"It's chocolate," Wolf's eyes shone like a fire in a forest. "God answered my prayers!"

"For chocolate rain?" Hoxton asked,

"I thought it was getting rich?" Dallas questioned,

"All secondary," Wolf felt tired, "I'm going to lie down... Or die..." Wolf fell over, and Chains instinctively dragged his body into the house like training from the military taught him. He pulled him in and dropped him on the couch, Chains had a migraine and fell over.

Hoxton fell on a desk and blacked out.

Dallas collapsed, He swore he heard Bain's voice permeate his ears.
"Guys! Guys! You're vitals are dropping! What the hell is going on?!

One by the the PayDay crew fell. Bain's voice rang in their ear, telling them to pick up now.

Off the grid finally, a certain creature grinned wildly in the distance. The creature hovered in the air for a minute before actually flying off into a distance. This creature found it funny on how these band of felons joked among themselves and not even regret about the amount of police slayings they have.

"Yes..." The creature chuckled, "I. Discord, shall take the elements of harmony by a different means of doing so. Why do it directly when I can hire a gang to do it for me?"

Discord giggled as he snapped both of his fingers, a hard feat considering he had to do it in a totally different universe, and he watched the orb with great compassion as his famous chocolate rain dawned on them.. Only this time he put some sleeping toxins in the milk and he watched them collapsed and pass out.

"Easy,. now for the fun part..." He smiled like a maniac. He snapped his fingers and clapped his hands, appearing in front of him was now five, maskless ponies. Five ponies of the smae color, except one who was charcoal grey. The spirit of chaos snickered and kneeled in front of them. Slapping the first one he saw.

"WAKE UP!"

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