The Vigilante

‘I wish I would’ve met you…’

A masked figure loaded a sniper rifle with a single bullet, some kind of engraving on it, aiming it from their position on a rooftop.

‘... Now it’s a little late...’

Their target slowly came into view.

‘... What you could’ve taught me… I could’ve saved some face...’

The target kept walking down the street, the sniper keeping a trained eye on them.

‘.....They think that your early ending was all wrong… For the most part they’re right, but look how they all got strong…’

The target was getting closer to the ideal shot, just a few feet more.

‘... That’s why...’

Ten feet more.

‘... I say….’

Five feet.

‘... Hey, man...’

The sniper fired, the body hit the ground.

‘... Nice shot...’

The sniper's cellphone then rang.

"Yeah? Job in Canterlot? Oh jobs huh... Let's not keep the stuffed shirts waiting then."