We quickly returned home and made a bee line for the basement. We suited up and armed ourselves. I had a 45 semiautomatic pistol on my hip under the heavy, black coat. My revolver sat in a holster fitted in the coat, inside the right breast. Lightning was holding the same 45 pistol. She had told me that she used a gun before, but she never fired it at a person before. I put my helmet on and opened the face plate and visor.

"You nervous?" She chuckled nervously and rolled her eyes.

"Me? Nervous? pfft nah?" She ended with fake laugh. I stepped closer and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Relax, you need to keep your head on straight, or the worst could happen." She looked up at me in uncertainty. "Breath in for four seconds, breath out for four." She followed my instructions and began to calm down. "We need the guards' help for this, so our first stop will be the guardhouse. From now until we take this armor off, do not use our real names. The people of Canterlot call me The Wraith, so that's what you'll call me. You will be Delta."

"Why Delta?" She questioned while holstering her gun.

"Every bounty hunter has a zone code that consists of a letter and five numbers. The letters represent the class of the hunter, and range from A to F. F being the lowest for class ones, and A for class fours." She began to look confused.

"Wait, so there's four classes?" I nod, "But there's six letters."

"D is a class two under analysis for a class three license, and similar to D, B is a transition from three to four. As such, your ZC is D-01144"

"What do the numbers mean?"

"The first two is the zone identification number, so, because Cloudsdale is the first official bounty zone, its designation is 01, I'm not entirely sure what the last three mean?" I finish rubbing smooth metal on the back of my helmet. "Either way, every class three applicant is called Delta in the field because of their designation. Hell, at one point it was my designation."

"So, what's your ZC?"

"A-02956," I motioned towards the back of the house, "now, let's get a move on."

"Okay," She placed her helmet on her head and spoke with a lower, distorted tone as the enchantment in the face plate took effect, "Let's do this." I nodded and pressed the button on mine, closing the front.

We left through the backdoor as the front door was in clear view of the market where the impersonator and his goons terrorized the town folk. The guardhouse, unfortunately, is on the other side of the market. We moved quietly behind the houses circling the area. As we were about to move to the next house, two thugs walked into our path. I pulled Lightning behind a dumpster, and observed them as one began to speak.

"Did you know there was princess here?" One spoke nervously as he leaned on the dumpster. He had a red bandanna around his neck, and didn't look a day over twenty. The other one turned toward him, causing me to fully conceal myself behind my cover, so I couldn't see him as he responded with a gruff voice.

"No one knew there was a princess here, rookie. Nor did we know the Elements of Harmony were here either, but that just means a bigger ransom." The gruff one ended on a chuckle. We saw that most of the people in the market were tied up. Was Princess Twilight with them, too?

"I don't think this is a good idea anymore." The young one stated, receiving a loud scoff out of gruffy.

"Have faith in the boss, kid. After Thermite and her crew deal with the guards, all we have to do is wait for the money." I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a small mirror the size of my palm. Slowly positioning it around the corner, I got a decent look at gruffy. He was bald and had a burn scar covering the left side of his face.

"It's just," the kid sighed, "what if, instead of sending the ransom money, they send an army, or bounty hunters?"

"They wouldn't risk their princess's life by sending an army, and boss can deal with any bounty hunters that come knocking. Hell, kid, you saw what he did to that Static guy right?" I couldn't see the front of the kid, but I did see him visibly cringe.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." The kid got off the dumpster and pulled a small revolver from the back of his pants.

"See, now," I heard the telltale sound of a sawn-off being loaded, "let's collect any townsfolk who weren't at the market." They began walking towards us. I threw arm out to keep lightning from moving as we flattened ourselves against the dirty wall of the dumpster. As they passed, I pointed at Lightning, pulling her attention from the two, and pointed two fingers at the kid. She nodded as we kept low and approached the unsuspecting thugs.

When we got into position, me behind gruffy and Lightning behind the kid, I stood up and tapped gruff stuff on the shoulder. He turned around and, after recognizing the armor, raised his sawn-off shotgun. I swiftly grabbed the barrel with my left hand and directed it away from me whilst bringing my right hand up in a palm strike connecting with his elbow, forcing him to let go of the gun. He let out a pained grunt that was echoed by his younger compatriot has he received a rather vicious headbutt.

Gruffy attempted a left hook, only for me to duck underneath it and counter with a kidney punch. He grabbed his side in pain, and I took the opportunity to slam the butt of his sawn-off into his temple, knocking him clean out. I tossed the weapon to the side as Lightning and I looked over the two men performing a very convincing imitation of a sack of potatoes.

"So what do we do with 'em?" Lightning inquired. I turned my gaze to the dumpster.

"We put them where we put all other trash."

We arrived at the guardhouse shortly after our confrontation. There was a rather eccentric woman yelling at the building as several men surrounded it with gas cans.

"Sit in there all day if'n you want, pigs, but Im'a warn ya. I feel like havin' bacon tonight!" The women, I'm assuming Thermite, shouted while stuffing a rag into a whiskey bottle. That's probably not whiskey though.

From here, I can see movement through the windows. I stand up, with a great, well thought out plan. It's a plan I've used many times before and hasn't failed me yet.

I'm gonna wing it.

I pull my 45 out and turn to Lightning, who, judging by the tilt of her head, is confused as to the reason I have stood out of cover. I point my gun at Thermite's leg. She pulls her gun and I speak.

"Let's make some noise." The bang echoes through the air as the bullet rips through Thermite's knee, causing her to yelp in pain and fall to the ground. "Aim for disabling shots." Thermite's crew drop their cans and run for cover, hiding behind building corners and the rare car.

Lightning and I follow suit, taking refuge behind a delivery truck. We take half of the thugs out pretty quickly with shots to the arms, knees, and the occasional shoulder. A couple of their bullets hit me, but they couldn't pierce my armor. Doesn't mean it didn't hurt like hell though. As I was about advance, the guardhouse doors opened. The captain and his men ran out of the guard house in full riot gear and joined the fire fight.

Their guns fired non-lethal rounds, so they didn't hold back at all in gunning the last few down. After securing the thugs, Captain Badge marched up to us with an outstretched hand, which we shook.

"Thank you for intervention, if you didn't show up when you did, we might not have had the time to get this gear on." He said adjusting his shoulders under the heavy protective vest. "Now we need a plan to apprehend their ring leader in the market." Rex came running up in his gear with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Wraith, I had enough time to look this up before they got here. You got your first official bounty in Ponyville." I looked over the bounty description, It had a picture of the Impersonator on it. "I recognized his face when I saw him. He's notorious for impersonating law enforcement and bounty hunters." I notice a line under the picture.

"He's a class four." Reading through it, I found that he usually kills those he imposters, and he taken the identity of enough bounty hunters to warrant a class four bounty sponsored by The Coalition. It's high pay, too. Twenty-five thousand bits. "He'll be a tough one." I was going to read more, until that familiar accent hit my ears.

"You're fuckin' right, laddy. Now turn around nice and slow."

Author's Note

I did it, finally.
It will most likely be a while before the next one, cause I work ungodly hours, don't get enough sleep, and Overwatch.

McCree Is fucking cool.