Everyone has their moments. Moments of despair, agony, and poverty. But we all find a way to get past this despair, agony and poverty.
Basil Crowcross was in despair and the above, until he took into a job. A job which isn't for the faint of heart.
A job of a hit man. Every contract was a success, a joke to Basil. One moment a pony was on a bus riding to work, the next? The morgue. Whether it was a pistol shot in the neck, a rifle shot in the heart, a knife in the head... No killer was ever found. But one contract on a sunny day would change his job from hit man to.... renegade.
Basil' s day started as normal, until his next contract came in the mail.
Issued by an anonymous person, the contract said to kill a filly, a certain filly who was known by many, the name of such filly being Scootaloo. Usually, such a contract would be turned down by anyone, but this contract had a huge payout of ten million bits. That was enough to buy out most of anything not involving royalty, so who could resist?
Basil loaded his pistol, grabbed magazines, and got in his signature outfit, combat armor with stealth on the side and a healthy milkshake of speed to go with that. What vehicle, however? Easy, a inconspicuous sedan. The location of the target was an apartment building, so a silencer with the pistol was needed. The contract was all planned out, Basil went for the 10 million bit filly, but with a different plan of action than usual..
