Hitmare: Retribution

Hitmare: Retribution

Written by Marc Johnson

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The cold, piercing rain fell from the heavens, drenching my short white mane and grey coat. Lightning cracked and illuminated my surroundings, if only for a moment. I stood perched on a rickety scaffolding affixed to the town hall that was being used for renovations. Inside, an older creme mare with a graying mane sat behind a large desk covered in stacks of paper. She opened a drawer and retrieved a bottle of scotch along with a large stack of cash. She took a deep whiff of the stack before pouring herself a tall glass of scotch. After downing the glass she pressed a large red button at the head of the desk and soon after a short light blue mare trotted in.

"Yes miss mayor," the mare said quietly.

"Have you finished fixing those documents I sent down this morning?" The mayor inquired.

"Yes I have but I think you should reconsider. If we keep taking so much somepony is bound to catch on. If we scaled down and just took two percent each quar--" The mare was rudely interrupted.

"You worry too much, that is why I'm the mayor and you're my accountant. Send them to the council immediately," she said before spinning around to face the window. The blue mare took that as a cue to leave and exited out the door.

Normally I'm not a mare to contemplate morals or ethics, a job is a job. This one was different. With the industrial revolution winding down, big business emerged and with it came corruption on a global scale. In a better time, a pony could work hard and make enough to support their family. As time went by the bit got shorter and shorter; times became hard for everypony. Foals went hungry, hard working ponies lost their houses to the banks. They told us capitalism was a good thing. That it would give us the freedom to live as well as we wanted. They lied.

Ponies like the mayor had the whole thing rigged from the start. Extortion, embezzlement, and corporate espionage were all common occurrences. They sat back and laughed as their fortunes grew while others suffered. From atop their thrones they made life increasingly harder for their fellow ponies. Ponies like her deserve nothing less, tonight she dies.

I took the last pull from my drenched cigarette and started to make my way around the building. The mayor was so preoccupied with her precious money that I probably could have walked right in without her noticing, but nevertheless I needed to keep a low profile. After a few minutes I finally made my way to the window directly behind her desk. The window was open and slightly ajar, just as my Intel said it would. I retrieved a syringe and three small bottles of liquid from my suit. Each bottle had a colored tape wrapped around it to distinguish which was which. Red means dead, blue meant unconscious, and green was something special just for me. If I was compromised or wounded I could give myself a shot of pure adrenaline, to either escape or take as many of them with me as possible. The lethal dose for the Red was twenty milliliters but I always use thirty, just in case. After filling the needle I gave it a small flick and clenched it tightly in my mouth. With the utmost care, I slid in through the window and gingerly moved toward the mayor. She was whistling a cheerful tune while counting her blood money, completely oblivious to my presence.

I quickly wrapped my hoof around her mouth and jammed the syringe deep into her neck, pumping the deadly toxins straight into her jugular. She struggled for a few seconds, jerking and trying to scream but to no avail. In her last moments she wiggled free just enough to hit a button cleverly placed underneath her desk. It didn't take a genius to know what that was, a panic button.

Thinking quickly I sat the mayor up at her desk and slid my silenced .45 caliber pistol out of its holster. I bolted for the door and stood to the side, holding the pistol at head level. Like clockwork, the light blue mare walked in right into my sights.

"May--" was all the mare was able to say before the .45 caliber round entered her face, the hollow points dragging chucks of brain and skull fragments out the back side with it. Her lifeless body dropped to the ground with a loud thud. From down the stairs, I could hear shouting accompanied by the glow of Tac lights dancing across the walls. Party time.

With the few remaining seconds I had, I slammed the door shut and took position near the mayors desk. As soon as I heard them reach the door I fired a few rounds blindly through the door before jumping to the side. From the sound of it, I hit one and in return the squad opened up their submachine guns turning the door into a slice of swiss cheese and giving the mayor a full pound of lead. When I heard the click of empty magazines I ran to the far side of the room as to position myself in the doors blind spot. As I pulled out my matching pistol I watched as the barrel of an MP5 pushed the door open followed by three ponies. They stormed through in a tight formation making for easy shots. Their Tac vests were no match for the .45 rounds that just tore straight through them, each one received at least three rounds to the chest and one was lucky enough to get a head shot. I hit the magazine release and let them fall to the ground then slammed two new ones in. No need to pick them up, I've got plenty back at home.

I leaned down to one of the guards and my horn let off a faint white glow. Slowly I watched as my coat changed from a light grey to a deep blue. I grabbed his uniform before stashing his body behind a large file cabinet. The moment they find that body my spell will be broken so I didn't have much time. I grabbed one of the guard's MP5s and a couple mags and attached them to the vest. I started to make my way down stairs to see the leader of security searching for me with four other bucks.

"Star Shine, where is the rest of your squad?" The leader asked.

"They're dead, the assassin just jumped out the window." I lied.

"Everyone outside now!" he shouted as his troops started to file out of the town hall. He kept his eyes locked on me, studying my every move.

"Star Shine, you said that your whole team is dead right?"

"Yes sir, it was a fucking bloodbath. I survived out of dumb luck."

"Well what are those on your vest," he said pointing at the group of bullet holes. He lifted his gun to fire but before he could pull the trigger I pushed his safety down. His face was priceless as I put a bullet right between his eyes. Damn, that was close.

Being careful to avoid detection, I slipped out of the town hall. I reached the train station and promptly discarded my vest and the MP5 in a nearby trashcan. Right on time the midnight train rolled into the station. After checking for onlookers I deactivated my disguise and stepped onto the train. The place was dead aside from a mother and her foal, who gave me a strange look as I sat down about ten seats away from them. After a few minutes, the trains gears kicked in and produced a sharp sequel before starting up. The magical gears sped up and began to push the train back to Canterlot, my home.