Cloak and Dagger: Breakdown

Cloak and Dagger: Breakdown

    I always loved to watch from the side in a party, the way it’s occupants swayed and tumbled to the rhythm of the low beats that shook the floorboards of the house they were in. Maybe it was a unique jealousy that made me stare at their hooves so intently, or a sense of lost passion in myself.

    After all, I can’t dance worth a shit.

    But tonight, I watched the drunken ponies of the apartment block across the street with my eyes not for enjoyment or a possible hook up with a mare who I’d wake up next to the next morning with no memory of the night before. No, I was here to do work, along with my partner. I smile to myself as my eyes shift away from the large windows of the apartment and to my partners slender black coat and crimson eyes.

    “What’s the plan, who are we after?” I ask almost mechanically to her, “You have the reigns this time Cloak.”

    Cloak rolls her eyes at me, “If you’re going to make puns, please, at least make them good ones.” She pulls out a blueprint. On it was a full diagram of the apartment we were watching. She clicks a marker out, her red hue of magic softly humming around it.

    “Our target is named Passing Glance, drug lord and arms dealer, he tends to throw parties and is… very sexually active.” She looks at me, making this part cute, part angry face at the word sexual.

    “You thinking of using a disguise then?” I ask with a raised eyebrow “You fit the ticket for a good infiltration.”

    “Of course I am Dagger. Why ask when you know exactly what I’m gonna do?” She snaps harshly. I chuckle a bit.

    “I find it fun to push your buttons, what can I say?” I smirk a bit, “I’ll help you get in and out, like always.” I pull out a large blade from my belt.

    “You brought Baby along?” She facehoofs, sighing loudly

    “Now now, don’t judge, you’ll hurt her feelings” I pull the machete out, all 22 centimeters of finely sharpened kukri goodness. Etched on the side of the blade was simply the name “Baby.” I give the blade a kiss and return it to it’s holster.

    “Weirdo”

    “Rude ass. Let’s stop stalling and get this over with so we can celebrate your bloody birthday partner.” I smirk, puffing my wings out. I back up a little, then launch my body over the edge of the building, gliding down to a window and kicking it open. I use the last bit of momentum to roll myself into the apartment, hearing the roar of music and drunkenness fill my ears and body to the point it shook my ribs. I cover the window, hearing lighter hooves hit the floor and slowly walk away.

    “Four-Forty-Five to Shadow.”

    “Knock it off and do your job.” she says through the earpiece I had in. I snicker a bit, waltzing my way over to a corner, looking around. I saw a door with guard placements.

“Two skinnies, one big one, two in the back doing… something, can’t quite see it clearly.” I squint a bit. The three main guards were at post, but two others shuffled around behind a curtain. I could only guess what they were doing, and it wasn’t laundry.

    “Copy, I see them, gonna go for crazy party girl.” Cloak says. I smirk, knowing good and well this was gonna be a good night. I walk into a ring of half drunk mares.

     “Pardon.” I say to them, eliciting a group of light giggles as I felt uncoordinated hooves touch my body. I look at them, flashing a smile and giving them a wink, “Enjoying yourselves?”

“How can we not?” A smaller one says, her yellow hoof tracing a circle along my well toned legs.

“Care to follow me and have a little fun with my friends then?”

    And with that, I had a distraction.

    Cloak checked herself out in the mirror, the purple and red highlights shining beautifully in the limelight of the bathroom. She smiles and gets out a case of blue colored contacts, putting them in and blinking a bit so they adjusted over her iris correctly. She ruffles up her own hair and puts on her best drunk act. She stumbles out the door and into the party.

    The stallions of the dancing mass of chaotic fun and beer began to stare, somewhat longingly, at her. They begin to move towards her, feeling brave or stupid. In Cloak’s mind, it never mattered. She gives them a harsh stare, making them back off as she makes her way to the door. Two pairs of hooves stop her, the guards eyeing her over.

    “Sorry miss, can’t go in there,” one says, throwing her away.

    “Aw. Come on guys.” She stumbles towards them, “Let a mare take a rest from all this dancing.”

    “The Boss doesn’t want visit-”

    “Let her in.” A blue stallion says, his eyes tracing up her figure with sickening accuracy and intrigue. He gives her a smile and steps out of the now open door. Cloak enters, a grin on her face as she drags her tail along his hindlegs flirtatiously.

    “Thanks handsome.” She says with a delicate bedroom voice. She could see his excitement rising, hearing his heartbeat pick up with her sensitive ears. She lays on his bed and sighs. “So soft.”

    “Good, I think your gonna spend more time on it than you think.” The stallion says, with a grin across his muzzle. He steps closer and flips her on her stomach, kissing her flank.

    Then, as if the world blinked, a knife was shoved into his neck.

    I carry my new troop of tipsy mares to the door, “Those colts need a little break, why don’t you all show them a good time, yeah?” I look at them, seeing them giggle but not hearing it oddly. They walk over and begin to dance on them, much to their visual pleasure. They follow the mares away from the door.

    “Too easy.” I exclaim quietly, seeing my partner shutting the door and walking back to the window. I practically skip there, knowing our cover was secured.

    “Easy Dagger, don’t trip.” she jokes. I smirk and lightly smack her arm..

    “And how was your lover colt’s last moments?”

    “Quick and easy”

    “Splendid, after you” I hold the window open, pushing her out and hearing her scream as I rush down and catch her, giving a big flap and stopping our descent. She glares at me and hits me, which feels adorably light as she doesn’t enjoy hurting her only partner.

    “To my apartment?” I ask, a smirk adorning my face. She sighs.

    “Sure, but no drinks ok?” I chuckle and put a hoof over my heart.

    “Swear on my mother’s grave”