A Musician Lost And A Crime Lord Born

After the police asked me questions, or at least tried I haven't spoken a word since they found me. I was in a integration room of sorts with 2 way window in the wall and I was sitting in on chair with cool metal table in front of me and a light above me. Then a male earth anthro that dark grey fur and completely black mane. He was wearing a very expensive looking suit and he sat down in the chair on the other side of the table and had a neutral expression on his face.

“Hello Octavia my name is Sharp Note. Don't worry we are completely alone right now.”

I raised my eyebrow in confusion. “Let's just say everyone has their price. Anyway I understand that your mom died a long time ago around the time of your birth. Well the truth is she was murdered too. Suffocated by pillow by a masked murderer.”

I tried to hold back my tears the best I could but he knew I was in pain and kept going.

“Then your father was killed right in front of you as you watched. Then you took the murderous cop’s gun and used it to kill both of them. You have lived a very hard life. Always helpless to stop fate from ruining your life.”

The floodgates opened as cried heavily on the desk. “It's true. I wasn't strong enough to protect dad or my mom. It's my fault. Their both dead because of me. I wish there was something I could have done.”

He kept the same neutral expression. “Well that's why I'm here. We can't change the past but I can help save your future. I'm not going to lie the world is very cruel place. If not even the police can help them who? But sometimes to in order to make your life better you need to take it in your own hands.”

I then slowly started calming down and looked at him still crying but softly. “I can make you stronger. Make you smarter. Make you unstoppable. I want you to join my Family ‘The Notes’. So what do you say.

I stop crying. “Will you keep me safe?”

“Until the end.” he vowed.

I thought about it for a long moment.

“When do we start ?”

---Present day---

Rain pattered softly against the windows of Octavia’s limousine blurring her view of the Canterlot streetlights rushing past her window in a hypnotic spectrum of bright colors. A reflex shiver passed through her body and she pulled the comforting warmth of her coat tighter around herself. For as long as Octavia could remember she had hated the sound and presence of rain. During her foalhood, her father would comfort and protect her through a storm with the soft and graceful music of his violin, the beautiful music always helped her feel less cold, alone and scared. She turned her gaze away from the window shivering once again.

“Is everything alright, Miss Melody?” Vanilla Rose, her personal assistant and very close friend looked at her with concern.

“You seem... Distracted. Perhaps it would be best if we canceled our dinner plans with the Manhetten representatives.”

A small amused smile tugged at the corners of Octavia’s lips and she met the concerned gaze of her companion.

“Rose darling, I am sure everything will be completely fine.”

Octavia ignored Vanilla Rose ruffling her feathers in a clear sign of expressing her agitation about the situation they were putting themselves in. Rose had always been the more cautious one in their partnership, but ever since their failed mission in fillydelphia she could only think about what there was to lose, and could never focus on what there was to gain. Octavia lit a cigarette and took in a long puff.

“I know you’re worried about me, Rose. I am also worried, but if we succeed tonight, we will have greatly weakened our Manehatten rivals, and at the same time sent a clear message that any attempt to take over the streets of Canterlot will not be tolerated.”

Rose sighed unhappily and looked down at her hands. “Very well Miss Melody. If it is your wish to continue through with your mission then, I will be with you.”

Octavia held out her hand to the pegasus. “Until the end?”

Vanilla Rose tightly grasped Octavia’s hand and gazed intently into her eyes.

“Until the end,” she vowed.

For several moments Octavia held onto Rose’s hand. Despite the reassurances she had given her partner in crime Octavia was terrified. In just a few minutes she would be pulling up to her favourite restaurant where there were more than likely going to be many hit-ponies of the Manehatten crime family disguised as waiter of diners all just waiting for the signal to blow her to hell and back. But despite the dangers, Rose was still with her and they would get through this mission together like they always had done.

Rose gave Octavia’s  hand a quick jerk forward and pulled her into a soft but sincere hug. Her immaculate white fur smelled like shampoo and perfume. Rose’s wings unfurled and Octavia found herself surrounded by soft warm feathers. “Just promise me you’ll get out of there alive, Octavia. I can’t stand the thought of losing another friend.”

Octavia held her friend tighter, taking comfort from the pegasus’s embrace. “I promise Rose.” They pulled back and Octavia smoothed out the wrinkles in her otherwise immaculate black dress. Have all the necessary precautions and countermeasures been placed in the correct locations?”

“Yes, Miss Melody. Table twenty three has been booked for your meal, and I’ve personally made sure that there are two silenced handguns within your reach. The table itself has been modified so you can use it as emergency cover from oppositional gunfire, but please don’t rely on it too much. I also recommend you use emergency extraction number three should things get too out of hand. I’ve placed a small amount of explosives in the power box of the building, and sent the detonation code to your phone. I’ll be covering you with sniper fire from a nearby building. Your getaway car has been placed in the back parking lot and has your usual arsenal of a RPG with several spare rockets, two AK-47s with additional clips, two more nine millimeter glocks, a dozen hand grenades and several napalm molotov cocktails ready for use. Once the bullets start flying I suggest you get to it as soon as possible.”

Octavia was about to thank her companion when the driver’s voice came through the intercom for the backseat. “We are pulling up to your destination now, Miss Octavia.” She took several deep breaths trying to calm her suddenly racing heart. In just a few minutes she would be intentionally walking into a trap set up by the second most powerful crime family in Equestria. Her only backup be Rose in a sniping position to pick off the gangsters from a distance. Her only hope of surviving this would be getting to her arsenal in the getaway car. She just had to get through a restaurant full of gangsters determined to kill her.

Once the limousine had rolled to a stop outside a red carpet leading into the restaurant’s front door

both mares exited the warmth of the limo’s interior and shivered when they stepped into the cold rainy air of an autumn night. Octavia felt envious of Rose’s wings which were no doubt doing a good job at keeping the pegasus warm and dry.

Before she walked into the restaurant she gave Rose a reassuring smile and tucked a loose piece of her red and pink mane behind her ear. “Try not to worry about me too much, darling, I’ve never gotten myself into a situation I haven’t been able to get out of. Especially with you watching my back.”

Rose gave her hand a quick nuzzle. “Just remember you promised to get out of there alive. I expect you to keep it.”

“Of course I will, Rose. Now you need to go set up before our guests arrive.”

Vanilla Rose waited until Octavia had was walking to the restaurant before pulling a large case from the limo’s trunk, and making her way to the roof top of the building she had chosen for her sniper’s nest.