'Mother of Celestia... What have I gotten us into' is what I though when we first found the supplies. Locust had looked scared, worried about what we were going to be doing. He was levitating the the to 357 magnum revolvers at his sides while I had my right hoof wrapped around a Trench Knife, giving locust a similar look, "I don't want to do this Locust." Locust sighed, shuddering, "Neither do I, but if we don't, we lose our house and those ponies on the phones might try and find us." Locust said, shaking somewhat, worrying about the phone call. I shook my head, trotting around to the alley behind the apartment, Locust following a bit slower. As I went, I could still hear the bustling streets, worrying about how quickly the police would be here to get in, "What if we get caught?" I asked Locust, him looking at me, now frowning even more, "I... I don't know.... We... We have to be quick about it...." He shuffled his hooves, becoming even more nervous. Tyrus nodded, going up to a door that led into the building in the alley, placing his ear to it. Inside, he could hear loud music, like dubstep almost, but somewhat different. He thought he could hear some voices, but nothing he could make out. He steeled himself, trying the door knob, opening the door slowly. When the door was open, he could see two ponies lounging on a couch in a ugly room. Their was a table with a bong on it in front of the couch, magazines and cans littering the floor, the walls were falling apart, the pipes in the wall were visible. The two ponies were large earth ponies, they looked over, their eyes widening as they got up. Locust panicked, firing the revolver three times each, getting the left one, a red stallion, twice in the chest, halting him, the stallion falling forward. The second got hit once in the head, falling onto the table, breaking it, shattering the bong. I looked at Locust, seeing him begin to hyperventilate.
