He pulled the trigger.

'Bsst'

And her stomach contents splattered on the dirty alley wall and wormed its way into her ragged muck filled clothes. Looking down and examining his handiwork they decided it wasn't enough. Two more times. Just to be sure.

'Bsst. Bsst.'

Her brain and heart splattered against the alley wall leaving a holey broken shell of a girl behind. They turned around and walked out of the gore covered alley and into the roving crowds of the Lunar District, soon they were lost from view. In seconds he was surrounded by unfamiliar faces. In seconds she was just another light in the darkness. They didn't even know each other. They weren't supposed to know each other. They did their jobs, now it was time to sit back and watch the games unfold.

But in that alleyway the poor nameless girl would become another brick in the wall. Another statistic. Another missing statistic.

Stumbling into the open door of his shoddy apartment module, Spike quickly took off and wrung out his sopping duster and hat then hung them up to dry. Continuing down the rotting hall he tossed his badge, ID, and bitcoins onto the leaning hallway counter. Making his way past the kitchen he turned the corner into the first and only room in his module and plopped himself down on his ragged deflated couch.

Drifting off to sleep accompanied by the light pitter patter of rain on the thin module sides he almost missed a very important clue. Almost.

With a growl Spike dove forward, upending his couch, crouching down behind it, he pulled out his trusty slug-thrower and aimed it at the doorway.

A shadow moved. Spike turned on the gun’s built in spotlight. It illuminated the hallway revealing the curvy shadow of a woman.

Spitting, Spike growled out,

"Three."

No movement or sound.

"Two."

And his spotlight fizzled out.

A tinny mechanical voice echoed from the hallway.

"One-" Spike breathed a sigh of relief and tucked his revolver back into its holster "-You still have that piece of scrap, Firebreath? I thought I told you to get rid of that thing and get yourself something nice."

Spike shook his head and tilted his couch upright, then collapsed onto it.

"The last time I got myself something nice. You broke it. That-"

In a dismissive tone the voice interrupted him.

"-'s why I can't have nice things. Yeah. I heard ya the first time Scales."

The slight creaking of the floor was the only warning Spike had before a dull pink blur flipped itself up and onto the right side of his couch and sat down with an audible twang coming from the couches laboring springs.

Spike groaned in protest and his companion giggled. It's emulated voice sent shivers down Spike’s spines.

Reaching out a mechanical hand, she gentley cupped Spikes chin and stroked it. Spike shivered at the cold alien feeling coming from his chin.

"Oh Spikey-Wikey, don't you enjoy my company anymore? You used to love it when I did this."

She quickly lowered her hand from Spikes chin and ran it along the underside of his body and Spike shivered. She stopped when she got to his waistline and encountered a belt.

"Awww. You know I hate it when you wear that thing. Buuut if you want to be kin-"

"No Mania. Not now. I just need to relax and sleep. Work was a bitch today." Spike moaned as he pulled Mania's hand off him. She gentley clasped it to her metal stomach as if she was holding a newborn babe.

"Work must've been really bad for you if you don't want to fool around just yet. What did the gangs do this time?"

Spike gave a little chuckle and stood up.

"What haven't the gangs done that's the problem. They own most of the force. They pay off the politicians and kill off those who don't want their patronage. But that's the usual stuff. No, today I got called down to the Lunar District for something... 'special'. I got to be the lead investigator for the murder of an eighteen year old girl and guess what-" Spike spread his arms out in exasperation "- By the time the team got down there, there was no body, no evidence, no recordings on any of the security cams and do you know how long we spent looking at everything, anything at all that might, just might give us the smallest of leads!" Spike's voice had risen throughout his tirade and Mania just nodded where she was supposed to and hummed in disapproval when she could. After all it was good for him to vent, he'd be more pliable afterwards.

Mania dutifully shook her head,

"No bu-"

"Sixteen hours! Sixteen fuckin' hours! And what did we find! Nothing! Absolute jack-shit! And do you know how much I got paid for that shit!? Nothing! 'Cause the Chief's like, 'Oh boy Spike! Look at what you got me! Nothing! You know what that gets me! Nothing! We're supposed to be the ones getting results! Not cockamamie bullshit like you, but actual results! Now get the hell out of my office. And you can forget your pay too!'" Spike finished at the top of his voice, shaking dust from the ceiling of his module and causing his neighbor upstairs to start yelling. Mania sat there and smirked at the steam coming out of Spike's ears and she leaned in whispering seductively in his steaming ear.

"Ohhh... you're rearing to go big boy why don't you come with me and I'll cool you off."

Spike turned, brusquely grabbed Mania's hands and restrained her. He leaned over her shining back and growled, nipping her left ear.

"You think you can cool off me? I'mma motha' fuckin' dragon Man! Hah I'll 'cool you off' you little minx!"

Author's Note

That... actual went completely off the rails and I'm not sure how to feel about it. Not that I'd laid any to begin with. Besides that, the idea for that thing you just read came to me at three o'clock this morning. It was originally supposed to be a one-shot Sci-fi, futuresque Equestria cop/corporate spy/assassin thriller thingy. I couldn't get it out of my head so the first --I'd say half-- portion (Shooting, apartment entry/standoff) was done at three in the morning. The rest was done at noon. In the sun. Like I said, it went waaaay out of line. Dunno how I feel about it but... at the same time, I want to do something about it.

However, I think I got the traditional attitude, and lifestyle of a semiofficial investigator (Spike) who lives in a grimy futuristic city that he hates because reasons that are revealed later done correctly. Yea/Nay?

As for Mania, I'll let you guys figure it out. It should be pretty obvious. She was inspired by this picture and I think that I got her down semi-halfway.

As for the story-line, I could use ideas or pointers for a grimy futuristic Sci-Fi Equestria that delves into the underbelly of society in order to progress the story/plot/agendas of third-parties. If I continue this story I'll let all ya'll know. Until then I hope you enjoy life and eat lots of cookies.