Bullet Count and I stalked the rooms of the abandoned building, trying not to alert anyone of our presence. Then, as I looked around a corner, I found a room full of drugs and weaponry. I heard Bullet trying to get my attention, and turned around to see him pointing at a room full of mostly ponies. The other creatures were hypogriffs. I almost mistaken them for griffons until I saw their back legs. The room was a sleeping room apparently as every creature was snoring away. We snuck past the middle of it all and got to another room in the back. Sitting in a chair, back turned to us, was a red stallion with a black, weird shaped mane, and a killer coat. Literally, it says killer on the back. I look around the room to see many gold objects and clocks. He is extremely particular about time. His desk has a lampshade on it and there was a small amount of paperwork. I silently got over, seeing that the stallion was on the phone. "No comrade, we will not have fight with Hellbringers soon. I am hoping to have a conversation with the leader. Who knows, maybe we will be able to work something out with him. What? We cannot kill him, his right hand stallion is said to be good shot. I know, he is probably bad for business. Don't worry, I am sure to make an agreement with him," he said in a Russian accent, not noticing a thing. I make hoof gestures for Bullet Count to go to the left. I silently stalk to the front right edge of the desk and leaned on it with my light body weight. "No, no gun. If there were gun, we will have bad problems. Problems like us being smoked like delicious carrots. Yes, thank you," he finishes before turning.

"Hello Led Pushki," I said. Pushki jumps at the unexpected sound of my voice.

"Who are you!? Are you spy?!" He asks aloud. I shook my head.

"What happened to trying to have an agreement with me? Guess you are not much of a talker. Rely on bullets much?" I ask.

"What? This make no sense, wait... Are you Hellbringers?" He asks. I nod my head with a 'No shit Sherlock' look. "I am so sorry comrades, I have been rather on edge lately. I have a certain business to take care of," he said.

"Does it happen to involve a white unicorn?" I ask. His smile drops like his heart stopped beating. "I have many friends you know. I also have a status. I don't appreciate it when someone messes with my friends. Especially someone like her," I nod my head to Bullet Count, who grabs Led Pushki by the throat in order for him to be unable to yell for help. "Now, we can do it two ways," I said. I got out my gun and smiled. "We can make an agreement, or I shoot you," I said. I directed my gun to the stallion's chest. "I hope that I miss the heart," I said darkly. "Because then, you are one inch away from death, but you are miles away from life. The only thing in between is pain without end. So which choice is it?" I ask. "Oh, and don't think calling for help, the building has bombs all over it," I said. Bullet Count looks at me with a death glare. I give my signature smirk and Bullet Count instantly saw my bluff. He tightened his grip.

"He isn't joking, if he blew up the last place sky high, what do you think he's going to do with yours? I heard he wanted to try to use extra," he said, smirking. He lets go of Led Pushki and the stallion stumbled before getting his stance back. He breathes in and sighs.

"I not want to fight you, I just want agreement," he said. "I thought we could have good team, but I suggest we calm down," he continued. I nodded.

"Alright, we can do that, now let us have a nice little talk," I said as he gulps with wide eyes.

We sit around a table with a red cloth on it that has gold embroiderings of dragons and fire. The restaurant we're eating at is rather small, but it is crawling my guys at every corner. I keep eating my deluxe hay burger with a nice glass of AJ Daniels. Led Pushki was eating his fancy food along with Bullet Count and his mare friend Ruby. "You are nice business stallion Fire Shot," Led says. "You seem like merciless at first glance, but you prove to be rather elegant," he finishes.

"Yes, well I can't take all the credit, my right hoof stallion here was the first to teach me table manners," I said. He laughs out loud at the joke.

"I don't get it," Bullet says, getting a giggle out of Ruby.

"You speak Equestrian rather well, but you have a certain accent, where were you born?" I ask.

"I was born in Bearstoska. Bearstoska was nice home of many bears. Equestrian bears dim witted! I move to city when I was twelve, refugee of war. I grew up in schools much different. I had Equestrian language teacher. I no like many jobs in city, except ones with gun and money!" He said with a little laugh at the end. I joined him with a little laughter as well while Bullet Count and Ruby exchange glances. "How bout you? Are you from city?" He asked me.

"No, I grew up in Ponyville, I had some friends, one I especially liked. I moved here to get a new job, and try a new life," I said. I dropped my smile and leaned over. "What I didn't expect, was a bunch of jackasses pissing me off," I said in a whisper. Everyone around the table looks at me with shock at my dark tone. "I started a gang after I found a new friend, and then after a few robberies, same douchebag takes my mare. Now, I'm going to get something straight, do you want to know why the last guy blew up?" I ask. Led has long dropped his smile and cheery attitude and replaced it with fear. "He messed with not only me, but my best friend. She is also someone I just hope to ask out one day. The lesson of this not-so-cheeky bed time story, was that whoever messes with me or my friends, Celestia help them if they survive after my first strike," I said. Bullet and Ruby exchange glances again. I put on my smile and sat up and downed my whiskey. "Does anyone want any AJ Daniels? I'm buying," I said with a complete change of attitude. I instantly knew it was a success when Led Pushki nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on me.

"We are good friends, yes?" He asks rather fearfully.

"Of course Led Pushki, but first, I want you to do something for me," I said. He nods quickly. "Do you know a white unicorn downstairs from your little hideout? She is one of my close friends, and I hope you are able to get a new place because I want to keep my friends. It's especially better if two friends got along," I said. Led Pushki is now pouring sweat as his anxiousness rises. He now notices my griffons and stallions with guns almost everywhere in the restaurant. He realizes he is all alone with no weapons or men.

"Of course Fire, I will move right away," he said. I smiled.

"And you won't harm her or her family and friends?" I asked.

"I swear on my life," he answers.

"Good," I said. "I'm happy we're able to make an agreement."

Author's Note

I did not mean to publish this chapter early, I thought it was still unpublished. I hope you understand.