The boss of the Kings was sitting at his table, counting the bits, when he heard a door open in front of him. He quickly put the bits in his table chest and looked at the pony. What was odd about him was that he had a detailed blue skull mask with a horrid look. His mane was completely covered, but saw a stubby tail and a National Socialist Swastika badge on his arm. He also wore an officer’s outfit with black leather gloves on the front of his hooves. The gang leader was stunned by this, but kept a neutral face.
"Who the hell are you?" Says the gang leader in annoyance. It's not everyday some random pony walts into your base like he owns the damn place, it seemed rude to him.
"Who I am iz not important, we do, however, have the same enemy," he stated in a serious tone.
"Sorry, pal, but I don't just let random little shits like yourself enter my home like you own the damn place, oi lad, get rid of this piece of trash!" hollered the gang leader. As soon as he said that, a gang member walked up and tried to grab the mysterious stallion only to have his neck be twisted the wrong way, causing him to stay motionless.
"Perhaps I vasn't clear..." The Mysterious pony said slowly. "You vill work vith me on zis, whether you like it or not." He started to get closer to the gang leader, who was sweating uncontrollably each time he took a step.
"L-look, buddy, I meant no harm, I just don't want ponies t-" He was interrupted by the mysterious pony who grabbed him by the neck, putting him close to his face.
"All of you don't deserve to live as much as I recall, however, I will tolerate you for now." He said sternly. It was like he was staring into his soul, like he was about to rip it out and send straight to Tartarus. This was the first time the gang leader felt absolute fear, his pupils shrunk when he grabbed him so suddenly and threatened him. The mysterious pony let go and continued to look at him, waiting patiently for his response.
"A-alright, y-you got a deal..." he said weakly to him. Suddenly he got up and smirked a bit. "Where are my manners? The names Mr. V."
"You can just call me Blauer Schädel. Now that we are vell acquainted..." he suddenly took out a scroll from his front side pocket and placed it on the table. "I've got information on ze the one that haz been taking out your men. Including your involvement with that fire at a boutique shop." he states to Mr. V. V was stunned by this, he never told his plan to anyone, yet this stranger came in and knew exactly who did it and why. He was too scared to ask, however, he wanted to keep his neck intact after that brutal grab from earlier.
"So you are willing to give me information on this asshat bustin' me and my boy's business? Why are you helpin' us exactly?" He asked suspiciously.
"Lets just say he made things.....personal vith me." Blauer said vaguely, not wanting to continue that conversation. Mr. V just shrugged and took the scroll and put it in his pocket. He will read it later, he is in no rush. They both look at each other until Blauer broke the silence.
"From the way things are gonna look..." He put his hoof on V's shoulder and what V could guess he was smiling behind his mask, a very evil and sadistic looking smile. "Ve are gonna make a great team." Though V wasn't so sure about this, he just thought to himself: "Hey, he is helping me, even better he hates this bloke that is ruining my business."
"Indeed we will, my Germane friend....indeed we will." Soon things fade to black. A deadly alliance has been formed, what heinous plan will these two do at nothing to stop one pony?

Author's Note

This was a rather short chapter, I know, but really, I think our antagonists needed their own spotlight for this one.