The King Mob of Manehattan

Breathing helps a lot sometimes. Breathing can calm one down, take a grand look on life, realizing you will die and it will be okay as long as you don't go to hell. For me, it just makes me hyperventilate as I'm trying to figure out what to tell Rainbow. This secret of being a gangster thing is starting to do nightmares. I'm still sharp in my programming skills, and acting like i work for a computer company is easy. Except now Rainbow's getting more and more clues about my whereabouts. Rainbow knocks on the door, making me yelp. "Uh, Come in!" I say. She opens the door, and I motion for her to sit beside me.

"What is it Anon?" Rainbow asks.

"Well... I'm part of..." I stutter. Rainbow nods, gesturing for me to go on. "A kind of corrupted place in society." I say with a nervous smile. Rainbow simply stares at me for a few moments in disbelief.

"What?" She asks.

"I'm part of a bad group of people."

"... A gang?"

"... Yes..." Silence ensues for eternity before Rainbow nods.

"Okay." Silence.

"... I-Is that it?" I ask fearfully.

"Well, I took a few wild guesses. I didn't expect it sure, but it was a guess. Well, if that's all, I'm going back to my house. Call me sometime for a date okay?" She asks and pecks my cheek. I just sat in silence as she exits the apartment.

"... WHAT?!"

Later

I sighed at the amount of paperwork this month. A couple of cops using our weapons, some business with a little mishap at a train station involving a failed mugger, and a gang's letter- wait a minute. I raise an eyebrow of interest as I realize there was a gang intrigued by our reputation. I pick it up and read the words aloud to myself. "Dear Fire Blast and Bullet Count, we saw your work in the papers, we saw your work in Canterlot, and we see everything else everyday. We think it's time you let us meet. Toll street, midnight. Courtesy of, Tag from the Sanktas."

"So who's going?" Bullet asks, scaring the crap out of me. "I've heard about them, they're a crazy gang, almost like you. I've heard their leader shot up millions of lives, and doesn't regret a single one. Rumors have been spread around that he's from another world."

"Really?... Alright, I guess we should go over to them and say hi. This letter came in today right?" Bullet Count nods. "Good, nice to know that they're not disappointed yet."

"Yet? What do you mean 'Yet'? Don't you want to see this guy as a friend?" Bullet asks. I nod my head to the side.

"He sounds too untrustworthy, but I'll give him a shot. Grab an LMG or something, we may need it," I say, grabbing a pistol from my drawer. I stop for a second, just now realizing what gang 'Tag' is from. "No way. Hmm."

"What're thinking about my friend?" Bullet asks, putting the LMG in his holster on his back.

"... You'll see, let's go amigo," I say.

We walk up to an old looking warehouse, it's shadiness is screaming 'BadGuys Shoot Here'. "Remember Bullet, don't shoot unless I say so," I say. He nods and follows me in. It was dark, little to nothing is visible. I can feel a gun's aim at my head. I stop walking and smirked. "Nice little set up ya got here dude. It just screams ambush," I say. Chuckling was heard and a pony with shades on walks into the moonlight.

"Good job man, normally ponies are not that smart. So what happened to you, got fired and started a little set up of your own? That's what I've heard, from rumors anyway-"

"Don't care, I'm just wondering if I have to blow crap up. I also wonder if you are who I think you are. Any chances you, I dunno, were from Earth or something?" I ask. The pony in question stops in his tracks and turns to look at me. Tension fills the air, triggers are so close to firing a gun. Two people could start a full out war if they wanted to. I assume his name is Tag, as the pony walks up to me, a stern look liable to turn into a glare.

"Yeah, how do you know? Spies are on our side too?" He ask. I shook my head.

"Nah, you just remind me of someone who abandoned me. I went to jail that night, then off to prison. I broke out and somehow got teleported over here. My question is-" I step forward, sizing him up, "where were you when I needed you?" I ask in a very menacing voice. He scoffed. "The meeting? Well, let's just say that there were some complications that made me take a one-way ticket to Pony world."

"..."

"..." We smiled slowly as I stopped myself from being too sinister and slapped his back laughing.

"Holy crap dude, it has been way too long! When did ya start your little business here?" I ask. 'Tag' chuckles.

"I didn't really start it, Boss did. He went missing though, and I had to take his place. We found his corpse behind a building that belonged to Pontek. We planned to blow it up, but someone beat us to that part," he says. He turns around towards the darkness. "Alright everyone, put your guns down, they're cool!" He says. The light turns on, revealing five shotgun users, four smg users, and one guy chilling with an RPG. Bullet Count kept staring at us confused.

"... What happened?" He asked. I smiled over at him.

"This is my budd-" 'Tag' nudges me.

"Don't say my real name dude, I'm not that comfortable yet," he says. I nod understandingly.

"Alright, this is tag, he's also human!" I say. Bullet Count tilts his head. "Judging by what he said earlier he must have been in a similar predicament like me. I'm guessing he also uses the potions that you give me. He's one of the only people I ever got along with on Earth."

"Damn skippy. Now, tell me about your story," he says.