Roommates [Old Version]

I narrowed my eyes, watching as the bandits approached. Out of all the times I practiced this kind of scenario in my head while thinking in the shower, why do I find myself utterly lost when something like this actually happens! Gah! And I sure as hell knew I had no time for a shower, that's for sure.

I quickly hid when I heard the door on the other side of the train cart that the human and mare were end burst open, followed by multiple bandits, and apparently their leader: a tall lean mare, perhaps six foot two inches; her body was well toned; she had a dark gray fur coat, a white mane, and cold silver eyes; she was dressed in a black cut off sleeveless tactical leather vest with pouches for small varieties of gear over a white tank top that reached just above her abdomen, exposing her well defined abs; she wore black military tactical pants with all sorts of compartments capable of holding clips of ammunition, knives, and multiple other varieties of gadgets; her gloves were black, leather, fingerless, and had small spikes on the knuckles that I wouldn't very much like to come in contact with any time soon.

My blood went cold when I realized what kind of weapons she had... Magnum Research IMI Desert Eagle 50. Cal,  capable of punching holes through pretty much anything that isn't heavily armored, like a tank for example. This thing could shoot through a moose and possible through multiple other objects behind it, like me for instance. Strapped to her back was a F.G. 42, a machine carbine used by Germans throughout World War Two that shot 7.92-mm Mauser rifle ammunition. It may be an old weapon, but it sure as hell could do its job in cutting me in half. And before you ask... I'm a bit of a gun enthusiast.

I bit my lip, holding my breath, trying everything I could to keep myself hidden as the alleged leader of these bandits approached the human and the mare.

"Is this the bloke we're lookin' for?" she spoke towards one of her subordinates with a bit of a Scottish accent.

"I don't think so boss, this guy doesn't match anything from what we've heard from our employer" the subordinate she spoke to replied, a stallion with a simple chestnut brown fur coat, and a darker shade of brown mane along with grey eyes; he was dressed in casual merc attire.

"Hmm, how much do you think we'd get for him on the market? He doesn't look half bad" she spoke with a grin, making the human sweat profusely.

"T-That's not a part of the deal! The guy you want is in that train cart over there!" Stewart pleaded, pointing towards the door that led to my train car.

"Why would our employer care about measly sods like you? I know plenty of mares and stallions who'd pay to have a piece of tail like you in their hands, your girlfriend there as well" she chortled, causing the human to pull Rain Drop closely to him, glaring at the bandit mare with a look that could kill.

"Oh, looks like this sorry sod grew some balls, good for you!" the mare laughed, raising the large .50 cal handgun to the man's face, a wicked smirk crossing her lips.

I've had about enough of this...

I stepped back a few inches before raising my right foot up, and slamming it against the locked door, sending it flying off its hinges along with broken debris from the door as it flew across the way and skidded by the bandit mare's feet. She jumped back a few feet, quickly aiming her gun at me along with the four subordinates she had with her. I didn't show any of the nervousness that I was feeling, I kept an unreadable expression as I approached, towering over the bandit mare, and pretty much everybody- everypony- in the train car.

"I believe I'm the man you're searching for... So unless you want an unnecessary blood bath..." I leaned close to her face, wearing the the most ghastly expression I could. "Then I suggest you take what you were hired to take... Nothing else..." I growled lowly, as her eyes explored mine.

"Very well... What's your name? Our employer only referred to you as fat ass" she spoke with a grin.

"Walter Theodore Barnes..." I spoke, furrowing my brow. "And yours?"

"Call me Red, that's all you need to know" she replied, stepping closer, pressing her chest to mine competitively.

"Okay then Red, how about you dust the sand out of your cunt and actually take me away?" I spoke with an inane grin.

"Careful what you spew out yer mouth there boy, or I'll give you somethin' to occupy it!" she retorted, grabbing her crotch as a gesture as to what would occupy my mouth.

I simply scoffed, rolling my eyes before walking with her towards where she came from. However, my ears twitched when I noticed the clicking of weapons from the four subordinates. I quickly turned around, my eyes widened when I saw that the mercs were actually raising their guns to Stewart and Rain Drop, switching their weapons off safety. I gritted my teeth, and quickly rushed over, clotheslining the back of their heads, sending them to the ground. I quickly removed the two disabled mercs of their weapons, standard M4 carbines with miscellaneous attatchments. Before the other two guards could react, I whipped their jaws with the butt of each M4 I obtained, knocking them out cold. I then quickly turned around, raising the barrel of the M4 in my right hand to meet the face of the bandit mare, who in return rose her .50 cal hand-cannon to meet with my face.

"Did I fucking stutter?" I growled, narrowing my eyes.

"Heh, you're more better than I thought, where'd you learn to move like that?" she asked, an amused grin on her muzzle.

"Grand Theft Auto" I replied, causing her to pause for a moment, before breaking out in laughter.

"You're fuckin' hilarious, kid. Alright then, I'll leave those two sorry sods alone, so how about you lower the gun before my men turn you into Swiss cheese?" Red spoke, gesturing to the multiple mercs outside who had their sights aimed at me through the window.

I scoffed softly, tossing the two M4's I had onto the ground, never breaking eye contact with Red. I glanced back at the two whom I protected, noticing their eyes of surprise, confusion, and awe- as if internally questioning me why I helped the two people that assisted with my capture. I wasn't angry at them, I was just disappointed- doesn't mean they deserve to die. I returned my gaze to Red who know had a handcuff latched onto her wrist, and mine. Surprisingly, she had a rather impressive amount of strength to lug me around. I had to quicken my pace of footsteps to keep in a steady movement with her as she led me out of the train.

"Rain Drop..." Stewart spoke softly, looking over at the mare he loves.

"Yes... Stewart?" she replied, her expression matching Stewart's solemn stare.

"What have we done...?"