Hotline: Manehattan

As the Unicorn pushed open the door to the building, he looked around carefully to see if he could spy any guards immediately upon entering... None were to be found, but there was a carelessly-mislaid iron bar lying on the floor nearby... The unicorn promptly picked the bar up in his magic, ready to swing it as soon as he needed to. In this line of work it was most definitely much better to have a weapon and not need it than to need a weapon and not have one... Following that, the Unicorn crept over to the nearest door, peering into the room beyond it through a small crack... And smiled as he saw exactly what he'd come for within. Two ponies dressed in white patrolled the room, brandishing long wooden bats as they did so. Their eyes flicked from left to right, ready to take out any pony that crossed them...

The Unicorn held his breath. He'd have to play this tactically to avoid raising too much alarm. At this moment, the element of surprise was still very much on his side - so as soon as neither guard was looking, he kicked the door open, throwing the iron bar at the further pony and punching the closer one in the face, knocking him over. Without delay, the Unicorn stepped over to the pony now slumped against the wall, turning around and bucking with his back legs as hard as he could - a loud crunching noise indicated that the pony's skull was now in several pieces, and its owner thus dead. Picking up the now-dead pony's baseball bat, the Unicorn swung the large block of heavy wood at the other guard's head before he could stand up - This caused the hapless pony to jar before slumping to the floor in a heap, blood seeping into the carpet from a large gash on his forehead. Allowing himself a smile, the Unicorn left the room, taking the bat with him as he resumed his search for the rest of the gang...

It didn't take him long. Just around the corner was another Earther dressed in white, patrolling the corridor, his eyes darting from left to right, ready to pounce at the slightest sign of trouble - a crack to the head with the bat quickly dispatched that one. Wiping the blood off on the Earther's white suit, the unicorn continued through the building, eyes peeled for more heads to be bashed in. Three down... Seven to go.

Through another door and down a flight of stairs the Unicorn went, taking down another unaware guard as he went - six to go - and entered another doorway which in turn led into another hall, with two doors to the left and right, and another hallway down the middle. The Unicorn considered himself lucky that this corridor wasn't guarded... Creeping over to the door on the right, he once again peered through the keyhole... To see nothing on the other side. Pushing the door open slowly confirmed that the room was indeed empty... save for a nasty-looking knife which the Unicorn picked up in his magic, leaving the bat behind - Too many weapons would leave him vulnerable, and more easy to detect. A peek through the second room's keyhole, however, revealed yet another guard pony. This one was facing away from the door, but was brandishing a double-barrelled shotgun in his hooves.

This complicated matters somewhat... If this pony were to detect him and make a shot, the whole building would be alerted. Every single gang member within a few metres would rush in and most likely dismember the Unicorn - and that was an end he most certainly wanted to avoid meeting, to say the least. But still, the element of surprise was still on the Unicorn's side - and if he wanted to remain undetected he'd need it. So, no sooner than he'd opened the door, he charged at the pony and run him through with the knife, slitting his throat for good measure and catching the shotgun in his magic before it could fall to the floor, placing it down slowly and carefully - In earlier jobs he'd been caught out by more accidental discharges than by ponies actually firing at him... Sweeping the room for useful items but finding none, the Unicorn slowly stepped out of the room and stuck his head around the corner. Five to go... And still no major trouble. It was always easier when the victims didn't put up a fight... But unfortunately for our not-quite-hero, his luck was about to turn...

He made his way down the corridor, paying very close attention to his surroundings. To the right, there was yet another pony on patrol, also armed with a shotgun. Like the other kills, the Unicorn attempted to make this kill quick, and swiftly made his way towards the pony as he raised the knife again... But fate, the cruel mistress that she was, had decided not to play ball this time. At that very moment, the Unicorn's target turned - and before he'd managed to run him through, the pony had aimed his shotgun in a panic and pulled the trigger - luckily it wasn't well-aimed enough to actually hit the Unicorn, but the resulting BANG reverberated throughout the entire building... This was by no means good. The Unicorn could already hear the frantic hoofbeats of the other guards hurrying in his direction in response to the gunshot... Thinking quickly, he dived into a side room, leaving the knife embedded in his prey's head.

The Unicorn braced himself for a difficult fight as he heard the loud hoofbeats on the floor outside. His element of surprise was now very much gone - this was exactly the sort of situation he didn't like ending up in. In situations like this there was a distinct chance that he might just end up dead... But he had little time to dwell on this thought, as soon enough all four of the remaining gang members burst into the room, waving their weapons like an angry mob, swinging and shooting frantically at the Unicorn, who only just managed to dodge most of their hits as he searched for an opening... After what seemed like an age of darting around the room to evade the shotgunner's pellets and the swinng of crowbars and baseball bats, he saw his chance as one of the ponies stumbled. Without a second's delay he launched himself at the four, kicking their weapons out of their hooves in an almost dance-like rhythmic motion before giving each pony a good crack in the face with his hooves. All four down... But by no means out.

The Unicorn picked up the remaining shotgun in his magic, walking to each of the unconscious and dazed ponies in turn, and emptying a shell into their brains, sending them to whatever horrible afterlife awaited them amidst a shower of pellets. He turned to the final pony... but in the time he'd taken to send all the gang members to their graves, this one remaining pony had regained consciousness, taken one of the bats from the floor and was now making a desperate final swing at the Unicorn with his bat. The Unicorn, however, was prepared, and effortlessly dodged this last-ditch effort to bring him down as he swung his hoof in the momentarily-hapless pony's face and grabbed the baseball bat from out of his hooves. One to go... And he was going to enjoy this very much. Slowly, the Unicorn drew the bat up over the top of his head... And brought it crashing down upon the head of his unconscious prey.

The result was a spectacular light-show of gore. Upon being struck by the bat the guard's head practically exploded, the wall and floor behind and below him being soaked and spattered with blood, bone and brain matter, the body going rigid for but a seconds before falling limp again...
With that, the Unicorn dropped the bat and stepped out of the room, wiping some blood from his mask. Ten out of ten down... The job was finished.