Applejack and Pinkie Pie walked down the streets of their city carefully. It had only been a day or so since the altercation at the school, so they still had to lay fairly-low.

Pinkie Pie still had Applejack's hat: it bounced back and forth upon her back, attached to her body by a string around her neck and shoulders.

"Where're we gonna hit first? I wanna hurry and save Dashie already..." Pinkie Pie asked impatiently, as they walked with a mild speed.

"Relax. We can't just step in all willy nilly 'n shit. Real gangster shit don't work like that in the real world, Pinks." Applejack said, shaking her finger.

"What do you mean? Dash would've just-"

"That's just it. Dash, is reckless.” Applejack went off immediately, interrupting Pinkie Pie, turning to face her with a face of solemnity.

“See what happened when she didn't properly plan how to run that drill? Where'd it land her and her gang? Split and weakened.. That’s unacceptable as a leader. She's lucky she recruited me, because if she didn't, how the fuck would she get out of jail now, huh?" Applejack said, trying to make Pinkie Pie understand that Rainbow Dash just wasn’t perfect.

Pinkie Pie was silent. "... So what do you suggest, then?" Pinkie Pie asked, finally, with a heavy sigh, looking off to the side. She wouldn’t ever directly think of Rainbow Dash as a bad leader, but, the argument Applejack provided was spot-on; there was much room for improvement, she thought.

"We're going to one of my boys' house. We need to know what the Pirus have been up to." Applejack explained with a smile, approving of Pinkie Pie’s cooperative attitude, a huge change from her previous behavior.

"Why? What good will that do us?" Pinkie Pie asked, confused.

"It's called strategy. Look, it's that house down this block. It'll be easier for me to explain while I gather the information, so if you wanna learn something, pay attention, alright?" Applejack instructed.

"Fine. As long as we're quick." Pinkie Pie said, as Applejack jogged up the steps to the door, Pinkie Pie following.

With three strong knocks, Applejack yelled, "Blueblood, open the fuck up, nigga!"

After a few seconds, several locks were heard being undone.

"Oh, I forgot to mention..." Applejack began, as the door was being opened slowly.

"Yeah?" Pinkie Pie asked, crossing her arms.

Finally, the door opened, and Blueblood was seen. He looked about as fresh as someone could get: clean shaven face; slick stylish hair; fashionable clothing; a handsome face, with a heart-throbbing smile with perfect teeth, and beautiful blue eyes; and to top it off, it was evident that he was pretty muscular and fit.

"He's a bit of a fuckboy." Applejack informed.

"Me? Aww, come on baby, I thought you'd've known me better than that by now..." Blueblood swooed, running his finer across Applejack's cheek. His blue clothing fluttered in the wind ever-so-slightly.

Applejack stood still. Her brows furrowed.

"Bruh, if you wanna keep that finger out of a cast, I suggest you get it the fuck out my face. I'm business today." Applejack said, slapping his hand away.

Blueblood reluctantly pulled his hand back. Instead, he grabbed the end of her hair instead, fingering it.

"Feisty. It's one of my favorite things about you, 'Jack. I'm always business." Blueblood said, licking his lips.

"Blueblood, I swear to go-"

Suddenly, Pinkie Pie walked in between the two. She was shorter than Blueblood, so she stared up at him with her icy blue eyes.

"If we could stop the bullshit, there's some important stuff to attend to." Pinkie Pie said, looking between the two.

"Hey, I recognize this fox. Applejack, that the chick on the news you ran away with, huh?" Blueblood asked, rubbing his chin.

"Yeah, that's her. Now can we go inside where it's a bit safer to talk?" Applejack asked, becoming impatient.

"They said they would execute you two on sight, but..." Blueblood began, as gently took Pinkie's hand, and used his other arm to gently pin her against the wall besides his door.

"Who would want to kill such a cutie?" Blueblood asked smoothly, staring into Pinkie Pie's eyes.

"'Jack, you ain't introduce us. What's her name?" Blueblood asked, his eyes not leaving Pinkie Pie.

"Name's Pinkie Pie, and I'm taken, so if you could-"

"I don't see your boyfriend here, so if I may-"

"Girlfriend, actually. And Blueblood?" Pinkie Pie asked, her impatience growing to its limit with Blueblood's antics.

"Bisexual? That's pretty fuckin' hot, too. 'Sup cutie?" Blueblood asked.

His cool attitude was temporarily shattered, as Pinkie Pie ferociously grabbed both of his testicles through his pants in one hand, and with the other, shoved the barrel of her handgun into his chin.

With aggressiveness, Pinkie Pie shoved Blueblood into the house, keeping hold of his crotch, as Blueblood hissed and yelped in intense pain.

Finally, Blueblood hit the wall inside his house, as Pinkie Pie pulled the barrel from his chin, and instead pushed it into his forehead.

"I suggest, that if you wanna keep that pretty little brain where it is, that you go ahead and cut the bullshit. You heard 'Jack, we're business only today. Do you understand me?" Pinkie Pie asked in a very calm and quiet voice that gave the atmosphere a chill.

However, Blueblood was almost too absorbed by the pain to directly answer, so he only continued releasing his pain-filled howls.

"I said..." Pinkie Pie began, as her grip hardened.

"Do, you, undersand, me?" Pinkie Pie asked, as she pushed the gun harder into his forehead, creating an imprint.

Tears reaching to the corner of Blueblood's eyes, he simply nodded.

"Good." Pinkie Pie said, releasing her grip, and releasing her grip.

Blueblood slid to the ground, holding his crotch in pain, as a few tears streamed down his cheek.

"I... I gotta stop running into these crazy bitches..." Blueblood groaned on the floor, writhing in pain, yet retaining a slight smile of some sort.

Applejack walked in behind the two, and closed the door, being sure to lock it.

"You deal with this prick often?" Pinkie Pie asked, annoyed with his persistence.

"Unfortunately. He's real good with computers 'n shit though. He doesn't look it, but he's the best information and intelligence bureau the Crips have to offer." Applejack said, her arms crossed as both watched the man attempt to recover.

"And soon, he'll be an even better one for the Rainbooms. But he's gonna have to realize that right now, I'm just business." Pinkie Pie said, shaking her head at him.

Finally, Blueblood got up slowly, still slightly hunched over in pain.

"Fuckin crazy bitches... Hate 'em and love 'em..." he groaned, still smiling slightly.

"Next time, though, if you could squeeze just a lil softer, I might actually cum, too." Blueblood said, with a small wink.

Pinkie Pie reached into her pants again, about to grab her gun once more. Blueblood held his hands out defensively.

"Chill, chill, it was a joke. . . . . Sort of. Anyways, what're you two hotties lookin' for? Run to me to hide from the law again, 'Jack?" Blueblood asked.

"Fuck no. Last time I did that, I had to find out in the most disturbing way ever just how masochistic you can be." Applejack said, with a small shiver.

"That's supposed to be between us only, 'Jack." Blueblood said through a feigned smile.

Pinkie Pie sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose, returning Applejack's focus.

"Oh, look, go get your tablet. I want to know some things about how the Bloods been moving lately." Applejack instructed.

"Any particular reason why?" Blueblood asked, walking across the living room to a shelf, as he dug around.

"I'll explain in a bit. I wanna do this right so pink girl over there can learn just how intricate gang affairs get." Applejack said.

"Alright... Whaddaya wanna know?" Blueblood asked, pressing a few buttons hidden behind his shelf.

Soon, wood was heard shifting, as the book case sepearted and split, and soon after, the wall flipped around, showing a huge TV-size tablet separated into one main screen and three surrounding smaller screens.

Pinkie Pie whistled in surprise. She hadn't seen technology like this many times before. She thought to herself how much that set must've costed.

"How about we start with recent extortions? Check for the last 4 to 8 weeks. I want general areas only." Applejack instructed.

Blueblood began to configure the computer. After just a few minutes, Blueblood finally pulled some things up: on the main screen was a map with highlighted areas, and on the other three smaller screens were pictures of various of the extortions and crimes in action.

"They've been hitting Quincy area the hardest; that's the border between Blood and Crip territory, too. They've been somewhat active elsewhere, too, but it's mostly Quincy." Blueblood explained.

Applejack nodded, as Pinkie Pie only watched, confused as to why this mattered.

"Next, let's look at the dope game. Where, and what, have they been trafficking lately?" Applejack asked. Blueblood got to work pulling it up.

"They're importing all types of weed and pharmaceutical drugs. Lots of liquor, too. All of it seems to be pretty expensive and high-quality. They've been exporting the hard shit though; cocaine, little bit of meth, and lots of crack. They seem to be focusing on profit and quality over ease, which is unusual, since they're already putting a lot of effort on the front-lines fighting us." Blueblood explained, rubbing his chin.

"Alright, that brings me into my next question; what about shootouts between Crips and Bloods? Where've most of those been taking place? Where've they been harassing us at?" Applejack asked.

Another few minutes, and Blueblood pulled up another highlighted map and related pictures.

"They been beefing hard at the Everfree Train. So hard, that the train conductors are taking days off like no tomorrow. They've also been hitting other transportation hotspots: Rogers, which is a hotspot for buses and cabs; as well as the subway near the school." Blueblood explained. He nodded with Applejack, both beginning to deduce something.

Pinkie Pie's impatience started to grow again, as she couldn't understand why any of this was relevant.

"What about the concentration of Bloods? Where've they been chilling at the most? Let's focus on clubs, hotels and motels, and corner-stores slash delis slash grocery stores." Applejack instructed.

"Most of them are way in the back of town, hot in Pirus territory. They don't seem to move much elsewhere unless they start running drills. Uncommon for how prideful and territorial Pirus are about deserving our territory." Blueblood said. Applejack and Blueblood smiled at each other, while Pinkie Pie only grew more frustrated with their seemingly useless information gathering.

"Gotcha. That's all we need to know. Upload all that to my uSky storage." Applejack said, a smirk on her face. Blueblood began to follow her instruction.

"Okay, I'll bite. The fuck, is the point of all this?" Pinkie Pie asked, her frustration reaching its maximum.

"Look at it, Pinkie Pie. You're not just looking at data and occurrences. You're looking at people's activity; things that are done with rhyme and reason. What do you see?" Applejack asked.

Pinkie Pie tried to focus on the data, but couldn't notice anything out of the ordinary. After a few seconds of thinking, she gave up.

"I don't fuckin' know! You thugs fight like this every day!" Pinkie Pie yelled, frustrated.

Applejack soothingly slid her arm around Pinkie's neck, and pointed to the data and pictures of recent extortions.

"You know Quincy is the border between Crips and Pirus, right?" Applejack asked. Pinkie Pie only nodded.

"They're hitting there with extortions the hardest because they're trying to drain us. They're pushing into our territory to accumulate more resources while simultaneously depriving us of what we could usually take. The more they get, and the more they push in, the less we'll have." Applejack explained.

"Okay, so what? Wouldn't it be normal for two gangs to try and dry each other out?" Pinkie Pie asked, genuinely confused.

"Normally, yes, but it takes a fair amount of morale and resources to do so in the ferocity they’re pushing with; they're preparing for something. Stay with me." Applejack said, as she moved on to another thing.

"Now, check this out: they've been working hard exporting fine drugs. They're making a fuckton of money right now. Right in hand with that preparation, ain't it?" Applejack asked.

"I guess. But what're they prepping for?" Pinkie Pie asked.

"Hold up, I'm getting there!” Applejack said, her voice raising with excitement. Though she seemed to be all about strength, the brawn of brain also intrigued her greatly. Deducing it gave her a small enjoyment.

“After all their operations, they seem to chill within the heart of their territory. If you were a king, with your own soldiers, where would you concentrate most of your pawns after a battle?" Applejack asked.

Pinkie Pie hummed in thought for a few seconds. "Probably around the valuables. Important territory, where I'm keeping -- ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Pinkie Pie said, gasping in enlightenment. Her eyes widened, and a smirk finally tugged at her lips, as she was finally in on the knowledge.

Applejack smiled, as Pinkie Pie began to have a grasp on the situation.

"But then, what about the shootouts, and the importing of those other drugs?" Pinkie Pie asked.

"Blueblood? I'm actually a lil fuzzy on that one. Why would they want to cut off our transportation, and why are they only importing low-hitting drugs?" Applejack asked.

"My best guess is that they're scaring us away from transportation hotspots so they can corner us where they want us; that, or they want us to have slower response time and more disconnect within our territories." Blueblood said, uploading the information to Applejack.

"And what about the drugs? What's that about?" Applejack asked again.

"Weed, pharmaceutical drugs, and liquor... Definitely doesn't give nearly as good a hit as other drugs, so I've heard; but, it's cheap, affordable, and wouldn't kill someone's ability to operate as severely as the harder shit: they're probably preparing for celebration, but keeping in mind the well-being, health, and ability of the people they need to do work and drills. They don't wanna risk the heavy-shit fucking people up too much, likely because they are going to work hard soon." Blueblood guessed, giving a thorough analysis.

"That sounds pretty spot-on to me. But then, why all this?" Pinkie Pie asked.

"Didn't I tell you? My brother's coming home." Applejack said, pulling out her phone as she scrolled across the social medias. Blueblood looked back in surprise.

"I was doubtful at first: the Bloods had more morale and liveliness than they've ever had in the last three years 'Mac was missing. Read this:,” Applejack began, holding up her phone to Blueblood.

“Watching all these ‘lil niggas who thought they had it figured out; but little do they know they boutta let my nigga out, awwww shit!” Blueblood read the post on the phone out-loud. The profile picture was a man clad in red, holding a burning blue flag.

“That’s pretty confident, I agree.” Blueblood nodded.

It was weird at first, because Big Mac has so many years to serve... And then, Braeburn came that day and confirmed my suspicions: someone big is coming back." Applejack said.

"Wait wait wait... Your bro is coming back? Does that mean...?" Blueblood trailed.

"That's why they've been prepping, Blue. The FFW is about to resume." Applejack stated, her mood becoming solemn.

"The FFW?" Pinkie Pie questioned.

"The Family Feud War. It's what they decided to name it." Applejack explained.

"I'd ask, but to be honest with myself, I can't really care about it until we get Dashie back." Pinkie Pie sighed, speaking her mind honestly.

"I understand. Don't worry about it." Applejack said with a small nod, approving of the sincerity.

"But, what does any of this information do for us?" Pinkie Pie asked.

"Well, it does several things," Applejack began, holding up one finger.

"First, it means we know that the Bloods are concentrating their forces at transportation hotspots and the Quincy border. That means that if they're provoked in those areas, they'll have a great motivation to protect it. If we can set some pawns to provoke them, keep them busy, they'll alert more to come to the area. The more they keep occupied there, the less there will be protecting the stashes in their part of town." Applejack explained.

"So you'll set up a large team of average fighters to distract them there, and take a small, highly-skilled team of fighters into the heart of the Pirus?" Blueblood asked, half-suggesting.

"Exactly." Applejack nodded. She then held up a second finger.

"Secondly, we know that holding extortions at popular Pirus' dealing areas and exporting areas will yield high reward, since they're exporting high-quality drugs. Though, they will likely be heavily guarded." Applejack explained.

"Thirdly, where they chill the most is most likely where they've stashed the most things, so we can start by raiding those areas, while simultaneously gathering more information. You beginning to understand how operations start now, Pinks?" Applejack asked.

Pinkie Pie nodded, satisfied that they had already moved so far, and they hadn't even flicked the safety off of their guns yet.

"Yeah, I get it. This is good. Now I'm excited to get started. The sooner, the faster we get to Dashie, right?" Pinkie Pie asked, some of her hope returning.

"Right. I'll call Braeburn and tell him to get ready, and start coordinating some boys to get ready for a few drills. You ready to go home and get geared, Pinkie?" Applejack asked.

"Goddamn right." Pinkie Pie nodded.

"Alright, it's uploaded, boss. Everything should be accessible via the uSky storage." Blueblood informed.

"Did you upload it to the general uSky, or the-"

"The one for only high-profile, trusted, members of the Crips. I'm not a dumbass, 'Jack, you know this." Blueblood said, cutting her off, and waving her off coolly.. Applejack only smiled and went to tip her hat. She shortly realized it wasn't there, and chuckled at herself, releasing a simple "oops".

"That reminds me: why does she have your pops' hat?" Blueblood asked.

"Long story. But basically, her girlfriend's fate determines that hat's fate." Applejack said. Blueblood was visibly confused.

"Oh yeah, I never explained to you what the Crips are preparing for, did I?" Applejack said.

"I thought it was to prepare for the return of the FFW?" Blueblood asked. Applejack shook her head and finger.

"It's to save her girlfriend." Applejack said, pointing over her back to Pinkie Pie.

"Yeah? They holding her for ransom or some shit?" Blueblood asked.

"She's in the Orange Penitentiary. With 'Mac." Applejack explained.

"... You're about to dry our resources out on an operation to save just one girl?" Blueblood asked, baffled. Pinkie Pie growled.

"She's not 'just one girl', dumbass. She's the leader of the gang who's about to run this city." Pinkie Pie snapped. Applejack calmed her by placing her hand on her shoulder.

"It's deeper than that, Blue. Deeper than you'll understand, got me? Besides, after we save Dash I plan to go confront 'Mac." Applejack explained.

"... If you're sure, 'Jack... But what's this business about leading the gang that'll run the city? You handing her the Top-Dog title of the Crips, boss?" Blueblood asked.

Applejack shook her head. "No. We're merging with another gang. Or, to be more specific, we're falling underneath it. The Crips' time is at an end." Applejack explained.

"What? You can't be serious!" Blueblood exclaimed. "This gang is my family! Boss, you can't be for real?" Blueblood said, in disbelief.

"I'm not kidding." Applejack began. The mood tensed and the room became thick, as Applejack uttered her next sentence.

"Once we get into that Penitentiary and save her girlfriend, I'm going to kill Big McIntosh. After I kill him, the Rainbooms are gonna eat up the Pirus, and this stupid fucking FFW will be over. The Crips won't need to exist anymore." Applejack said seriously, her green eyes having an intense glare. A fiery aura was present over her being.

"Whoa. You're sure about that?" Blueblood asked again.

"Find out for yourself when I bury him next to our parents." Applejack said, turning and walking for the door. She flicked out her phone, swiping through it to find Braeburn’s number.

"C'mon Pinkie. We're leaving." Applejack said, as she walked out the door. The mood was intensely heavy and thick as Applejack disappeared out of the doorway.

"Bye. And thanks." Pinkie Pie said to Blueblood, following Applejack out the door.

“Pinks! Hurry up man, these niggas almost here!” Applejack yelled upstairs, as she rechecked and reloaded her weapons one last time.

She was armed quite well: an assault rifle strapped to her back, several round strapped to her body, and a simple handgun strapped to the side of her body. On her waist was a small blade holster, holding a 6-inch blade, folded and concealed beneath her shirt.

With no words, Pinkie finally descended the stairs. She had the small rifle that Rainbow Dash had given her, treasuring it greatly, should she not see her again.

She also had a small handgun strapped to the side of her chest. She carried two cyan durags in her hand.

“Put it on. It’s time to start reppin’.” Pinkie Pie said simply, tossing the durag to Applejack. Applejack nodded with no words, tying the cyan durag over her dark-blue Crip durag on her upper arm.

“It’s the last days of the Crips, may as well.” Applejack said, as her phone began to ring.

“Braeburn! You pick them niggas up?” Applejack asked. Pinkie Pie listened, tying her durag around her neck, preparing to conceal her face.

“Yeah, boss. Y’all ready? Cause we sure as hell are!” Braeburn said, clearly in motion. There was a banterful commotion in his background.

“Yeah. You here yet?” Applejack asked. A smile began to creep onto her face. She was getting excited.

One thing living this life did to someone was to make them sadistic. The smile on her face was one of bloodlust.

“Yeah, we ‘round the corner. Ready to get messy?” Braeburn asked. Soon, tires screeched outside.

“You gotta ask?” Applejack said, ending the call, as her and Pinkie walked outside.

The vehicle was a huge black suburban SUV. It had no license plates, and looked fairly used. This was the standard vehicle for running drills.

“By the way, what’re we doing first?” Pinkie asked, as the boys piled out the car.

“We’re starting by getting some money through modified extortions on the Bloods’ exportations. We’re gonna start with some bricks they’re getting ready to slab into a few vans on the edge of town. Real isolated area, too. Won’t even know what happened to ‘em.” Applejack said, a small smile on her face.

Pinkie Pie nodded, as the boys came out and greeted Applejack with excitement; being able to run a drill with her was the equivalent of an aspiring singer being featured by the #1 artist.

As handshakes and greetings were exchanged, all of them gathered in the SUV as Braeburn took off down the street.

“Alright, so Blueblood informed me that this deal we’re about to hit is set to go down in 30 minutes. We have 30 minutes to kill the buyers, steal their identification, and pose as them. We’ll also have 30 minutes to properly scout the area, and kill any potential long-shots and out-of-reach bodyguards. Then, if it all goes to shit, we can just go 30-for-30; in other words, drop the clips.” Applejack explained.

“So then, we’re meant to be in teams of 2?” One of Applejack’s boys asked.

“Exactly. There’s only 4 with the buyer. The main guy himself, and 3 other bodyguards. So with proper precision, we’ll only need two to take them out. Braeburn, that’s us, right?” Applejack asked.

Braeburn agreed to go.

“Great. The rest of you, listen up.” Applejack said, as her other 4 boys listened up carefully.

“You see Pink girl with the cyan ‘rag?” Applejack asked. They all nodded.

“No matter what the case is, if she says do something, you fuckin do it. Even if it goes against what I said, understand?” Applejack said.

The entire car was silent. Eyes shiftily watched Pinkie Pie with a hint of hostility, as the idea was that Pinkie had something over Applejack, forcing her to an unjust inferiority.

“Am I understood?” Applejack asked once more, more firmly. The others tensed up, and their gazes left Pinkie.

“Yeah.” they chimed, pushing aside their hostility, for now.

“And what happens if you disobey my command?” Applejack asked.

“Then you a fake Crip; a disloyal nigga!” They all chimed. It was, apparently, a common practice to understand when to say that line.

“Great. Pinks, we’re almost to where the buyers’ address is. Do you want some advice to keep in mind on how to run assassinations, or do you want to be ignorant and just run in.” Applejack asked, teasing her earlier behaviors.

“Quit wasting time.” Pinkie sighed.

“Alright. Look for high windows, first. Scout out those buildings as precisely as you can. Next, check roofs and other high-areas. Last, but not least, return to the ground-floor and look for corners and entry-points where a long-shot could potentially hide-out.” Applejack explained to Pinkie how to sweep the outer-area.

“If you can, you should usually wait until we’re enroute to start killing. Just mark and track them first, and then kill. Confront if you need to, but it’s always better to not alert them early. This is especially important if you have to kill anyone particularly close to the main party.” Applejack explained further. Pinkie Pie nodded in understanding.

“Right. I got this.” Pinkie Pie said, loading her weapons again. Applejack put her hand on her shoulder and shook her head in disapproval.

“No. We, got this. Remember, this is gang shit now. We don’t roll alone. Say it again.” Applejack ordered. Pinkie let out a loud groan.

“We, got this.” Pinkie Pie repeated.

“Great. Don’t forget, you got these crazy niggas as resources. They’ll kill on sight if you need them to. But, let’s not forget they should always report to you, first. Speaking of which,” Applejack began, as she fished around for a few things in her duffel bag.

“Everybody put these on. And for fuck’s sake, only take it off mute if it’s important. I don’t need to hear you breathing and coughin’ and shit.” Applejack said, handing everybody a small earphone headset. They were all connected to the same channel, with a simple click on and off for mute.

Everybody equipped the headset, and quickly tested.

“Works. Great. Pinkie, this is y’all stop. Brae and I are gonna go clean up the buyers.” Applejack said, as they stopped just a few blocks away from the edge of the town where the deal was going to go down.

Pinkie and the boys, with no words, got out of the car.

“Good luck, y’all. Don’t, fuck this up. Or I’m gonna fuck you up if you’re not already dead, hurd?” Applejack said.

“Hurd.” One of the boys replied through the headset, as the SUV began speeding off.

“So… What’s first, pink?” one of the boys asked.

“Name’s Pinkie, by the way. Pinkie Pie. Don’t forget it. Now, if my eyes don’t deceive me, there are several vans down those streets, and they’re surrounded by what I can see as a few buildings. Y’all move quick?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“The fuck? Applejack herself, invited us. You think we’re new to this?” one of the boys asked.

“Chill, I get you. If that’s the case, the 4 of you clear out those two buildings on the side, in pairs. That means 2 a building. Keep in contact, I’m gonna take the long trek around to the building at the back and clear it myself, should there be anyone in it. Let me know what you find, and remember to not kill immediately.” Pinkie Pie instructed and informed.

“Shit lady, you talk too much. We heard say not to kill, let’s get goin’, huh?” another one of the boys said, impatient.

“Cool it, kid. I’m making sure we don’t fuck it up.” Pinkie Pie said to the boy, who clearly looked older than her.

“Whatever. C’mon Cay, let’s go.” the boy said, as another one, apparently Cay, followed him to the building they were assigned to.

“Don’t get killed. The boss clearly respects you for some reason.” another one of the boys said, as the other 2 began to head to the other building.

As Pinkie was left alone, she couldn’t help but think how Rainbow Dash would’ve shut them up were she here, listening to the sass they had given her.

“Lucky I fuckin need them to get these drills done… Lucky I care about Dash so much, too.” Pinkie thought with an attitude, as she began to jog around the streets heading as discreetly as she could to the building in the back.

“We’re not really gonna just kill them, are we?” Braeburn asked.

“You on that soft shit?” Applejack asked, eyeing him.

“Nah, but like… What if they’re just normal druggies?” Braeburn asked.

“Anybody willing to take this amount of drugs, and have three whole bodyguards to himself, clearly ain’t some normal druggy.” Applejack sighed.

“Yeah, but-,”

“Tell you what: we can ask them nicely to step down, and when they draw a gun and one of us gets shot, we can realize it’s too late then, huh? Or, we can tie them up, they escape, and word gets out that the Crips are hitting back. We gotta kill ‘em, Burns. Don’t tell me Big Mac’s arrest made you soft just cause we ain’t have to fight as hard.” Applejack asked, with a hint of disappointment.

“Nah, nah… Let’s pop some skulls, I guess.” Braeburn said, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

After a few seconds, Applejack tapped Braeburn.

“Stop, right here. Their place is the next block. See that garage door?” Applejack asked, pointing, as Braeburn pulled over, killing the engine.

“Yeah, at 938?” Braeburn asked, eyeing the address.

“Yeah. That’s them. That ‘rage door is wide open. I swear niggas reckless out here, cuz.” Applejack said with a smirk on her lips. However, she noticed that Braeburn was becoming bothered by how sadistic Applejack was behaving.

A few seconds of thinking, and Applejack came to a quick conclusion.

“Brae, let’s leave the guns here.” Applejack said. Braeburn looked at her as if she was crazy.

“What? Either you want us defenseless, or you want to beat them to death! Either way, that’s just fuckin insane.” Braeburn said in disagreement.

“No no no, trust me. Nobody has to die if we leave the guns, trust me, Burns.” Applejack began.

“Unless you’re not confident in hand-to-hand, that is.” Applejack stated, staring into Braeburn’s eyes with intensity.

“Uh… But why?” Braeburn asked, dropping the two handguns he had on his person into the glovebox.

“Trust me, you’ll see.” Applejack said, removing her assault rifle and placing it on the back-seat, covering it with the seat-covering.

From beneath her seat, she slid out a heavy, dense metal baseball bat. Braeburn, remembering that the Crips’ SUV’s are always pre-armed, dug under his seat, and found a resizeable golf club, pulling to his comfortable size.

“That how long you like it?” Applejack joked, as Braeburn mockingly feigned a smile at the silly, chuckling Applejack.

Both exited the car, and approached the garage door. They could already smell weed blowing from the area.

“Goddamn, maybe we can steal a few grams from them while we at it. I ain’t hit a good high in a hot minute.” Applejack said, licking her lips at the smell of the burning plant.

“Sure, I could go for a quick blaze on the way.” Braeburn agreed.

Applejack and Braeburn stood on the corner of the garage, placing black durags over their face. Usually, they would rep blue as their facial durag, but they wanted to be noticed a little less this time around. Despite this, Applejack still had the cyan and dark-blue durags tied to her shoulder.

Applejack walked around first, and Braeburn followed. As they walked in, two dudes stared at them weirdly, immediately dropping whatever they were smoking. They were about to reach for their guns, but both Braeburn and Applejack rushed to them grabbing their arms, stopping them.

“And I wouldn’t talk either, if I were you. Wanna keep that skull in one piece, I suggest you listen…” Applejack said in a chillingly cold voice, whispering it to the both of them.

Their bodies went limp, as they realized they were under their control.

Both Applejack and Braeburn carefully disarmed the two, dropping the guns and sliding them beneath the car they had in the garage, where they’d be harder to reach.

“So, who’re you pri-”

*Dink!*

A swift, but controlled hit knocked out one of the guys in no time, as he laid on the ground, disoriented.

Applejack, with a similar move, discombobulated the next person’s consciousness.

“Yo! Go check the garage, I hear shit! They might be fuckin around down there again!” a yell was heard echoing throughout the house.

Applejack gestured for Braeburn to follow him, as both stood on either side of the garage door.

“Yo, assholes!” a nearby voice was heard, traveling through the house.

Soon, someone walked through the door, and immediately spotted the two on the floor. With no words, a swift blow also knocked him out.

“They won’t be sleeping for long. Braeburn, get some chains from the car, lock these fuckers together.” Applejack instructed. Braeburn nodded, running back to the car, as Applejack entered the house.

“Yo, Glen! The fuck are they doin down there? Are they smokin’ all my shit!?” the voice yelled.

Applejack walked up the stairs, and entered the room where she heard the voice. Sitting on a bed, was a man who looked to be in his thirties.

“He tried to reach for something, but quickly realized it was too late for him.” Applejack narrated jokingly, as she held the metal bat to his temple.

“Who are y-,”

“Doesn’t matter. Get up, come with me.” Applejack ordered.

“Not until-,”

With that sentence, Applejack dropped the bat and aggressively grabbed him in a chokehold, slamming him into the wall.

“I’m on a timer, motherfucker, and you might just make the bomb go off. Understand?” Applejack asked. The man nodded as best he could.

“Good.” Applejack said, dropping him, and picking up her bat again. She pushed him towards the door.

“To the garage.” Applejack ordered, as the man walked slowly, filled with fear for his life.

“Got any weapons on you?” Applejack asked.

“N-no…” The man trembled.

“Brae was right. This guy seems like a fuckin pussy.” Applejack pondered, seeing how easily he gave in and became fearful.

“What about weed? You got any weed in here?” Applejack asked.

“I-if you’re just here for weed, I can sel-,”

“Do I look like a fuckin customer to you? Where you holdin’ the grams, I won’t ask again.” Applejack asked.

“They’re under my mattress, upstairs.” The man said, his voice shaky.

“Good.” Applejack asked, as they opened the door to the garage. The garage door leading to the outside was closed, and Braeburn was standing over the chained bodyguards.

Applejack shoved the man to the ground, over to Braeburn.

“Chain him, too.” Applejack said, as Braeburn obeyed.

“W-who are you people? L-look, you can have everything, I just don’t wanna die for this shit!” The man pleaded.

With no words, Applejack grabbed his phone from his pocket, used his thumb to unlock it, and began to look through it.

“Whoa there… Amy looks like a beautiful girl. That your wife?” Applejack asked.

“Daughter, actually. Y-you don’t want anything with her, d-do you? Oh god, I told her to stay out of trouble…!” The man said, fearing for his daughter now.

“Well, you can be the deciding factor of that, alright buttercup?” Applejack said, kneeling in front of the man.

“What? Whaddaya mean?” The man asked, confused. He was sweaty with adrenaline and fear.

“What’s your relationship with these men?” Applejack asked, pointing to the unconscious guards.

“They’re just for hire, I swear! I don’t got nothin’ to do with them! They’ll do anything for money!” The man said, trying to disconnect himself from potential dangers.

“So, if you’re paying them, they’ll do what you say, huh?” Applejack asked.

The man nodded.

Applejack fished a band of 10 $100 bills from her pocket, dropping it on the man’s lap.

“Tell them to keep their fuckin mouths shut about this and just go home. If they don’t, everything close to you, and them, will perish. Do you understand?” Applejack asked, tapping the man’s chin.

Even though half her face was masked greatly by the durag, it still gave a menacing glare that drove fear into the man’s heart.

“Y-yes…” The man whimpered.

“Good. And I mean it. I’d hate to have Amy wash up all mangled in the alleyway. Wouldn’t you?” Applejack asked, her glare icy-cold. The man didn’t respond, only staring with great fear in his eyes.

“Yo, B. Get their personals. We’re gonna give it to the bureau, keep a tab on their loved ones. If they break the deal, we’re breaking their family.” Applejack said. While Braeburn looted, Applejack returned upstairs to snag a few bags of the weed the man informed her about.

“We all ready?” Braeburn asked.

“Almost. Yo, you got any roll-up papers?” Applejack asked the man, holding several chalky bags of weed.

“I-in the kitchen…” The man said, his eyes still wide with fear.

“Great, thanks. You’ve been a big help. C’mon B.” Applejack said, leaving.

Braeburn couldn’t help but smile. Applejack could’ve just killed them and made her job easier and faster, but for his sake, she decided to keep them alive. Her plan was executed perfectly.

“Relax. She’s not all bad. If you keep your end of the deal, you should all be fine, okay?” Braeburn said to the man.

The man could only nod back.

“T-thank you… I won’t never get caught in this shit again, I promise!” The man said, more to the Heavens than he did to Braeburn.

“Good luck. Leaving is always the hardest part… I should know…” Braeburn said, leaving with Applejack to the kitchen.

He spotted her grinding the weed, and placing it out to roll up into a few blunts for the ride.

“Boss, you sure we got time? We still gotta get there and coordinate ‘n shit, y’know?” Braeburn asked.

“Relax. We got like 22 minutes left, let’s just roll up for like 5 minutes and blaze on the way.” Applejack said.

“Alright, fine. But hey… Don’t that shit smell off to you?” Braeburn asked.

Applejack sniffed, and agreed somewhat. But then, she dabbed her finger into it, and licked it off.

“Tastes alright though, don’t it?” Applejack asked. Braeburn tasted, and nodded in agreement.

“I wonder how pinks is doing. They ain’t seem happy that she’s in charge.” Applejack said.

“With fair reason, boss. You’re Top-Dog, nobody should ever have the authority to order you, of all people, around. You’re an icon.” Braeburn explained.

“I guess so… I just hope she doesn’t get herself killed. Bitch been reckless lately.” Applejack sighed, thinking back on Pinkie Pie’s recent behaviors.

Pinkie had just reached the building, and entered through a smashed window silently. It was clearly abandoned, as the only light in it was the light of day.

She quickly checked each room that would have a clear view of the deal, and saw nobody. She did the same for each floor, finding nobody. However, as she was about to sweep the top floor, she began to smell a familiar cloud.

“Somebody’s smokin some nasty ass cigs. Looks like there’s one on the third window to the left, top-floor.” Pinkie Pie said, mentally noting. She snuck past, sweeping the rest of the building, and found nobody else.

She snuck up to the roof, and took a quick peek. Nobody.

“Good. I’ll have a vantage point from behind up here.” Pinkie thought, descending again. She stayed a few rooms down from the other man, so she could comfortably whisper through her headset and communicate.

“My building’s clear. One guy, third window to the left, top floor, alive still. How’re you guys doin’?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“Cleared. Unfortunately, monkey A here had to fuckin trip, and the fuckers heard us. We slashed both of their throats without much hassle, but if they’re called and don’t pick up…” one set explained.

“We’ll cross that bridge if we have to. What about you other two?” Pinkie whispered into her earset.

“Clear. Two guys here, they’re still alive. They’re fuckin around, smokin, and bumping tunes. Couldn’t hear us if they tried.” they explained, with music in the background.

“Understood. Keep cautious.” Pinkie said, as all muted their headsets.

“If they both had two people, then this building must have two, as well. Either I missed him, or there’s two in one room. Either way, I better move cautiously as fuck.” Pinkie Pie thought, readying herself once more.

As she checked her phone, she realized it was about 17 minutes until the deal was meant to initiate.

She decided to call Applejack. After a few seconds of ringing, she picked up.

“Yello?” Applejack asked, a fully-rolled blunt in her mouth. Braeburn was already lighting his, so he could drive and smoke.

“Where the fuck you at, ‘Jack? Shit’s about to go down soon.” Pinkie Pie asked.

“Relax sugar, we’re on our way.” Applejack explained, hanging up, as Braeburn roared the engine, his blunt lit.

“Yo ‘Jack, this blunt taste good as fuck.” Braeburn said, taking a nice, long pull.

“Pass the light.” Applejack said. Braeburn passed the lighter, and she lit her own blunt.

Minutes passed, as they both just drove and puffed.

“Yo, ‘Jack…” Braeburn began. “This the area, right?” Braeburn asked.

“Uhh… Shit, yeah, it is, ain’t it?” Applejack said. Both of their eyes were red now.

“Fuck, I ain’t even have half this blunt and I’m high as fuck. Brae, I think we fucked up, but let’s pull the rest and get to work.” Applejack said.

Already addicted to the substance, they both quickly pulled it, and stepped out the car.

Immediately as they stepped out, Applejack heard Braeburn give a yelp.

Rushing and stumbling over to see what was wrong, she was confused. She found him staring down at the smoked blunt he dropped with a face of horror.

“Brae! What’s wrong!?” Applejack asked.

“Bro! I’m ‘ah fall with that shit!” Braeburn said, hugging against the SUV, apparently trying to hold onto it for dear life.

“Brae…” Applejack said, as she noticed her surroundings began to waver and change shape before her eyes, as her skin felt as if it was running like a treadmill.

“I think that shit was laced…” Applejack said, as she felt her body begin to tremble uncontrollably, watching as the world was engulfed by the evil rainbow colors that began to scare her.

“Fuck bro, we gotta snap out of it! C’mon, w-we gotta m-m-meet up with Pinks!” Applejack said. The drugs had begun to hit her harder, as her body trembled, and she could barely speak properly.

“I-I can’t… It’s too high!” Braeburn said.

“Trust me! You won’t fall!” Applejack said, holding out her hand, which seemed to change colors. Her fingers seemed to bend back towards her.

Both finally began to walk, slow and trembling.

“W-we’re fucked, Brae! The fuckin colors are gonna eat us before we save Dashin Rain!” Applejack said, tugging on her hair, as she watched the wave of rainbow close in on her.

“W-we’re too high. We’re gonna fall and die, bro!” Braeburn said, his lips trembling in fear.

Suddenly, a ring was heard echoing throughout the entire city. Or so, they thought.

“M-my ph-phone!” Applejack yelled.

“H-hello…?” Applejack asked, her body trembling still from the drugs’ effects.

“... minutes!! You … three! Fuck me like a dirty bitch…! Fuck me like your dirty bitch!” Applejack heard Pinkie Pie yell at her. Her words seemed to echo and talk over one another.

“W-what? W-w-we don’t got t-time for that, Pinks! We’re gonna fuckin fall and die! Or these colors gonna eat ass, you gotta-,!” Applejack began before she accidentally dropped her phone into the deep abyss that they seemed to be carefully walking over.

“F-fuck! You lost our only c-c-c-contact!” Braeburn said, fear overtaking him as he curled onto the floor, hugging the little ground they had left keeping them from being swallowed by the abyss beneath them.

“S-she wanted me to fuck her, bro… That shit’s pretty hot.” Applejack said, shivering as she too, hugged the ground, trying to hide underneath the concrete from the approaching rainbows coming to eat her.

Author's Note

I typed this all in one go, and as such, it got sloppy as it continued on. I tried my best to look over and correct it, but the sloppiness is undeniable. But oh well, I ain't on Summer Vacation to try and be a perfect editor anyways.

On that note, hope you enjoyed. I got real lazy with the We Trippy Mane (click for the song that gave inspiration to that nonsense) part. But believe me, with this song, as well as a few others, I'm having fun typing away their high-experiences in the next chapter! Hope you guys enjoyed, and last, but not least...

Don't forget to R&R. Authors love that shit, trust me! Toodles! ^.^