Outskirts of Maretropolis seas…
U.S.S Retribution...
01:45 AM…

“Have you successfully located where Phony Pharaoh hideout is?” Death Gun asked.

“No sir. We haven’t. Our teams are still searching Sector 55 for them.” One of the Operators said.

“Once you find his hideout, send out three Black Hawk and five MRAP Caiman. Make sure everyone is armed to the teeth.” Death Gun said before he left the Control room . “Leave no survivors and bring their leader alive.”

“Yes sir.”

After that, Death Gun left the Control Room and made his way to the hangar. Once he reached to the hangar, he sees UH-60 Black Hawks, MD 530G Scout Attack helicopters, V-22 Ospreys, Boeing AH-64 Apaches and AH-1Z Zulus aligned neatly.

Later, he sees a V-22 Osprey landed on the carrier’s runway. The Osprey bay door opens revealing ten heavily armored soldiers and a chained shoe-themed costumed earth pony mare.

“Miss High Heel, How’s your day? Enjoyed my men’s company?” He asked only to receive a death glare from High Heel.

“What do you want from me?” She seethed.

“Oh nothing but information regarding to Phony Pharaoh hideout location.” Death Gun answered cooly.

“And what makes you think I would give up Pharaohs location so easily.” She said with a smug tone.

“Oh we have ways to make you tell us.” Death Gun said. “Take her to the interrogation room. Do whatever it takes to make her talk.”

“Yes sir.” The squad leader said and left the runway with High Heels in tow.

Once they left the runway, Death Gun takes out a cellphone and dialed it.

[Hello?] A voice spoke.

“Bandit...I have a job for you.” Death Gun said.

[What kind of job?]

“Interrogation.” Death Gun answered. “You’re going to interrogate a Earth Pony mare who goes by the name High Heels. You are free to use whatever methods to extract information regarding Phony Pharaoh base.”

[Consider it done boss.] Bandit said and hanged up.

[U.S.S Retribution]
[Interrogation room]
02:21 AM

Inside the room was High Heel who is currently sitting on a steel chair, her front hooves were cuffed and chained to the steel table in front of her. At the door, stood two soldiers armed with M4A1s.

The door opens which caught the mare’s attention. High Heels looked at the door and see a soldier of a high rank, his armor was different from the others. Instead of metallic armor, he wore a dark military trench coat with a metal skull pauldron on both shoulders. But the most notable thing of the stranger was his gasmask in the shape of a skull. the gasmask eye ports were glowing dark red, a long tube was attached on both sides of his mask and a helmet covered the rest of his head.

“Greetings miss High Heel.” He spoke in a metallic distorted voice.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“I am Bandit. Your interrogator.” Bandit answered. He stared at the mare for a minute making her nervous a bit as he emotionless eyes pierced through her soul thus instilling fear into her.

“What do want from me?” She asked fearfully.

“Nothing but you’re cooperation.” Bandit said. “I want information regarding to Phony Pharaoh.” He whipped out a file and slide it across the table. The file opened in mid-slide as it revealed pictures of Phony Pharaoh and his minions.

“And what makes you think I will give Pharaoh location so easily.”

“I was hoping you said that.” Bandit said with glee as a soldier brought a trolley with a large car battery with a pair jumper cables attached to it. Next to it, was a syringe filled with a strange liquid, besides the syringes was a gas tank with a skull adorned to it and lastly, a fairly large shock baton.

High Heel instantly regretted what she said recently and looked at Bandit with dread filled eyes as he picked up the shock baton and activated it thus created a small spark of electricity.

“Let’s get started shall we?” Bandit asked gleefully.

Soon the screams of the tortured villain ranged through the hallways of the ship.

[2 hours later…]
[04:21 AM]

“Thank you for sharing this piece of information.” Bandit said.

High Heel slumped a bit on her chair as every inch of her body was bruised, battered and shocked. Her mane was in tatters, her eyes bloodshot and continues to mumble incoherently.

Bandit later exited the room, he tooked out a cell phone and dialed it.

“Boss. Bandit here.”

[Manage to make her talk Bandit?] Death Gun asked.

“Yes. She told me Phony Pharaoh hideout is located near the outskirts of Maretropolis. Its a old abandon warehouse.” Bandit explain.

[Excellent work Bandit. You will lead a small strike team and take them out. Your mission is to retrieve Phony Pharaoh alive. Leave no survivors behind.] Death Gun instructed.

“What about High Heel?” Bandit asked as he look back at the battered mare.

[Dispose of her. She has served her purpose. Death Gun out.]

Bandit put his cell phone back into his pockets and entered the room.

High Heel raised her head and stared at Bandit in fear and trembled before him.

“You're free to go.” Bandit said.

“Wha?” Was all she managed to said.

“I said you’re free to go.” Bandit said. With a press of a button, the cuffs made a click and fell off the mare’s hooves. “Two guards will escort you back to Maretropolis.”

High Heel looked at Bandit for the moment. She walked past Bandit and made her way to the door hoping to get out of here. Before she could opened the door, she heard Bandit spoke again.

“Oh and one more thing. Good bye Miss High Heel.” Bandit said as whipped out a Desert Eagle and shot High Heels at the back of her head thus killed her instantly. Her lifeless body soon crumpled to the floor motionless. Blood soon seeped out from where corpse bullet hole was.

“Clean the place up and disposed the body.” Bandit ordered the two guards and left.

[U.S.S Retribution]
[Runway]
[05:12 AM]

“Alright listen up. Our mission is to infiltrate a hidden base that is owned by a villain name Phony Pharaoh. The objective is to clear out every single crook working for Phony Pharaoh and capture Pharaoh alive. We will take four BlackHawks to travel to our destination. After we land, you are permitted to use lethal force.” Bandit instructed. “Thankfully, we have the 2nd Armored Company to assist us since their currently near to our objective. Any questions?”

One of the soldiers within the crowd raised his hand.

“Yes, what’s your question soldier?” Bandit asked.

“What happens if they try to escape and manage to dodge our tanks?” The soldier asked.

“That I have taken into consideration, Two V-22 Ospreys will carry a squad of Modified Rally Fighters each. Each vehicle is armed with a pair of 20mm Vulcan Cannons on the roof and a three-tube missile launcher at the back. If they try to escape, they are as good as dead.” Bandit answered. “Does that answers your question?”

The soldiers nods in agreement.

“Good. Now dismissed.” Bandit said and in an instant, every single soldier present head to their respective Blackhawks while others went to grab their weapons and equipment from the nearby armory. Later four Rally Fighters exited the ship’s hangar and entered their respective Ospreys.

Soon Bandit boarded a Black Hawk with the others.

“Pilot, take us to this coordinates.” Bandit ordered.

“Coordinates received. ETA ten minutes.” The pilot said as she lift the helicopter into the air and headed straight towards and across Maretropolis with several others.

[10 minutes later…]

“We are approaching LZ sir. It's going to get hot.” The pilot announced.

“Copy that. Foley mend the turret.” Bandit ordered.

The soldier nodded her head and mended the turret on the left side. Once the warehouse came into view, she open fired thus sended a swarm of bullets to those who were in her line of fire.

Behind the Blackhawks, The V-22 Ospreys opened their bay doors. The Rally Fighters in the cargo bay disembarked from the choppers and landed smoothly on the ground. Once they landed ,they head off the the warehouse gates and launched several missiles at the the guard post thus killed the occupants inside and those who were nearby. The Rally Fighters continued their assault while the Blackhawks landed on the courtyard.

The passengers of the helicopters instantly departed with their weapons drawn and shot any crooks who are still present in the courtyard. Once the courtyard was secured, the ground started to rumble. Everybody turned around and see two M1 Abrams.

“I want two teams secure the perimeter. The tanks will guard the entrance. Make sure nothing tries to escape. The rest will follow me. And remember, Leave no survivors.” Bandit said and made his way to the warehouse with two squads behind him.

Instead of barging through the main entrance, the grapple their way up to the warehouse roof.

“Use of Breaching Charge is authorised. Go crazy.” Bandit said. “Armor, once we blow the roof, blow open the main doors so the rest can join in the fight.”

[Solid copy command. 2nd Company out over.] The tank commander said.

The rest of the team set up a bunch of Breaching Charge on the building’s roof. After that, they steer clear of the Breaching Charge blast radius and detonate them from a safe distance.

The charges exploded thus blowed holes into the roof and caught Pharaoh’s men by surprise. On cue, the warehouse main entrance and sides exploded cause the crooks to be even more confused. Soon Bandit’s men entered the building with weapons drawn and shot every single hostile on sight. Those who tried to tackle or fight back were brutally beaten down by Bandit’s men and executed.

Bandit noticed six vans tried to escape from the fight. The tank crews took notice of this and fired their main cannon and successfully destroyed three of them but the other half manage to get away from the tanks during their reload time.

“Three vans are trying bug out. Zulu Squad intercept them.” Bandit ordered.

[Solid copy commander. Moving in to intercept them with extreme prejudice.] The sound of the Rally Fighter's engine roared to life as they shot off to pursue the escapades.

Within a minute or two, Pharaoh's men were all dead on the ground. The only one standing was Pharaoh Phony himself. All battered and bruised, two armored troopers drag his battered body out of the warehouse and to Bandit then tossed him to the ground.

Bandit walked up to Pharaoh menacingly and placed his boot on the pony’s head. “Mister Phony Pharaoh...a pleasure to meet you.”

“What do want.” He asked fearfully and coughed out some blood.

“Nothing but the whereabouts of every single villain you know.” Bandit said.

“What makes you think I’m going to tell you that?” Pharaoh spat.

“Funny, that was the same thing High Heel said.” Bandit replied.

“What did you do to her?” He asked fearfully.

“Oh we had a small talk.” Bandit half-lied. Knowing that he personally killed the criminal. “She’s no longer around to begin with.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Bandit said and knocked Pharaoh out with a single kick to the face. “Take him to the ship’s interrogation rooms once we arrive back home.”

“Yes sir.” The soldier answered and dragged Pharaoh’s unconscious form into one of the Blackhawks.

“Sir, we got Power Ponies en route to here.” Bandit’s second-in-command said.

“We’re leaving.” Bandit said as he boarded a Blackhawk. Soon the others boarded their respective choppers and left the scene before the Power Ponies could arrived.

Once they fled the scene, Bandit heard someone swearing in a distance and laughed quietly. “Better luck next time Power Ponies.”

Author's Note

New chapter people. Hope you enjoy it. And Happy New Year to all you dear readers.

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