It has been a long while after many upgrades. For instance, there are many more gangsters and technology has improved.we were able to buy a fancy motorized carriage. I call it a car. It's our very own with a logo on the side. The logo is for The Hellbringers. It has a skull that has two dots for pupils and flames all around it. It has two, twisting horns and a menacing smile. A trident would go through the middle of it, with a few pieces of bones coming out as well. Bullet Count and I designed it. We had our own kind of army in a way. We had many trifles with many gangs. Bloodsoak, Bullethack, and many more. We also had many gangs join us. In return, they have somewhere to live and work. The police actually almost caught us once, they saw us robbing a largely known store called: Neigh-mart. It was amazing to me that we robbed seven of the most famous Manehatten jewelry shops and yet the cops didn't get a scent on us. But when we rob a grocery store, one that's goin out of business even, they saw us in our tracks. I have committed many robberies of weapons stores, jewelry stores, banks, and much much more. Rainbow almost came close to figuring out, but I took a random turn and she didn't find out. Then, I remember Rarity's business was going to be shut down, and I didn't like it one bit. I remember watching television with Rainbow, who had come to visit, along with Rarity. Then, a breaking news report of Rarity's business going down, in a surprising state. "Um, Rarity? Why is your boutique slow?" I ask cautiously. Rarity puts on the darkest smile ever.

"Well, I had some issues with someone who was a little angry with where I put it," she said. I instantly knew what it was.

"Tell the police," I said. She shook her head. I gave Rainbow an apologetic smile. I got Rarity and went into the kitchen to talk in private. "Rarity, I can help," I said. "What's this guy's name? I can reason with him," I lied. Rarity looks at me.

"No, if you know, he'll kill me!" She says quietly. I sighed.

"I can fix it," I said. "Please, let me help," I demanded that quietly. Rarity sighs. She nods and tell me everything going on. The douchebag is threatening Rarity, giving her only two options. Leave the place peacefully, or leave the place dead. I was furious. Very furious. As I walk in my office, I called in Ruby. She comes in the office with a puzzled look.

"Yes boss?" She asks.

"I need some information on a Led Pushki," I said. She nods. She walks over to a cabinet that the Intel ponies put files in. She pulls up a file and starts reading.

"Led Pushki, a Russian gangster who is extremely dangerous to cross. His gang seems to be almost as big as yours. He has been known for drug dealing, very useful threats, and dangerous with guns," she said.

"Everyone is," I said.

"He has three hideouts for his gang, two of them are in abandoned places. The third one is behind the Manehattan Boutique. He has been threatening a mare with death of not only her, but of her friends as well. One bad part about his gang, is that most of the ponies who work for him were threatened," she said. I nod. I got together many gangsters and took an estimated guess on how many I need to bring. I shrugged and beckoned five of them forward, and smirked:

"You can put another thing for this Led Pushki. He's gonna regret messing with my friends!" I said darkly. I chucked to myself as Bullet Count walks in on my laughter. He hears me and realizes what's going on before backing away slowly. Ruby giggles at the action and looks at me, shaking her head.

It has been a few hours since Rarity got to the boutique, but her mind was racing on how long will it take to get her place out of business. She had two more days until Led Pushki shoves her out in a coffin. She looks at all her paper work, seeing that it will take three days to get out. Rarity whimpers to himself and puts her snout in her hooves. "When will this anxiety end?" She asked herself. A knock was heard at the door, and Rarity looks up to see me as a pony. I was still unrecognizable to her, no matter how detailed her eye was. She gasps at me and gave a fearful whimper, for she saw what was under my wing. My pistol stuck out to her the most, and I tried my best to calm her down.

"It's okay miss, I just want to ask a few questions," I said. She looks me up and down.

"You're not a cop," she replied.

"No, but I know who's been blackmailing you, and I have some beef with him. Know anyone by the name of Led Pushki?" I ask. She shook her head silently. She gestures with her head to the camera in the corner, setting off alarms. "Hmm, alright, thanks for the info," I said. She gives me a look for help. I smirked and nodded. I trot out of the manager's room and walked out. As soon as I did, I turned towards one of the empty buildings. The one on the right is very odd. It's supposed to be abandoned, but the windows aren't barred, and the front door is slightly open without any boards. Abandoned places are usually boarded up. This place doesn't have a board at all. I walk in, pistol out and pointing around. Creeks sounded out as I stepped, hoof by hoof. The walls were peeling with paint and the dust that would confirm whether or not this place abandoned is nowhere to be seen, meaning someone recently walked around here. I started smelling something funny. "Come in Bullet Count, I have a really bad feeling about this. Get some gas masks out here, pronto," I said into the communicator. I wait by the door with my silenced pistol out when Bullet Count comes in, holding two gas masks. His beaks twitches a little as the smell hits him.

"Hey Fire Shot, I think there's some illegal drugs here," he said. I took the gas mask and wore it. Bullet Count quickly put his on. "Now we can't call in the others, the diamond dogs have a too sensitive a smell, and the others can't carry big enough guns," he said. I shrug, not caring.

"Bullet Count, it's okay, we can take care of the bozos ourselves," I said. He sighs.

"Fine, I have a great aim, and you..." I trailed off and looked at what he's got. He has a silenced shotgun, military grade. In his pouch, he has some sticky bombs. My favorite. "You my friend, look like you're in a war," I said. He smirks before walking.

"In way, I kind of am," he said.

Author's Note

The twelfth chapter is coming soon!

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