Maretropolis. One of Equestria's biggest, most modern cities and city with most crime, but it's mostly known as the residence of the Power Ponies: Saddle Rager, the Masked Matter-Horn, Mistress Mare-velous, Zapp, Radiance, Fili-Second. However, in recent days, whenever Power Ponies would go and defeat some criminal, all they would find were dead and bloodied bodies of them, sometimes filled with holes, sometimes ripped to shreads. Nopony ever saw the one who did this and survived to talk about, except two. Their descriptions of the stranger were the same. It was a tall guy with long black coat, red circular glasses, sword on his back and strange machine in his hand. Power Ponies tried to find any trace of who he might be and where he is now. One that investigation lead them to an old shampoo factory, which appeared to be Mane-iac's base. Before they could react, she sprayed them with some thing which made them freeze into the positions they were in that moment. She then placed them in a cage and they are in it until now.
"You are never gonna get away with this!" shouted Masked Matter-horn. Mane-iac laughed.
"Oh, really. You should know that that You-are-never-gonna-get-away-with-this speech is so old and cliché, my purple friend. Of course i am gonna get away with this! After i destroy you, i'm going to spray whole Maretropolis with a gas which will cause everypony's mane in this city to grow so fast and long that they won't be able to do anything! Muhahahahahahaha!" she let out a maniacal laugher after the explanation of her plan. Power Ponies could only watch in fear, as they were unable to do anything.
Outside the base
"So, is this the base of that... Mane-iac... that we're assigned to kill? It looks more like shit-hole than a base for some asshole who plays a villain." a man said, lighting a cigar. The man was tall, having bandaged head with a cap on it. He was wearing white undershirt, a jacket, black trouses and sneakers. In his left hand was a grenade launcher. In his belt were two daggers and on his back was a Bren Gun.
"Well, it wouldn't be very hidden if it was all new and shiny. It would surely attract a lot of attention. Otherwise, people like you would think it's nothing but a shit-hole and would pass right next to it." a half-naked man answered. He had a bandanna on his head and pair of round, circular, wire-framed black sunglasses. He wore military jeans with combat boots. He had a hook in his right hand and a M16A4 assault rifle in his left hand while he had two Berettas M9 on his belt.
First man snorted.
"You forgot that we are no longer surrounded by people, Sanford."
"At least we have one another, Deimos." Sanford answered while Deimos sighed.
"Okay, guys. We all know the plan, right." third man said. His whole body was bandaged and he wore long black coat, bandanna, red circular glasses, black jeans and sneakers. He had two UZIs in his hands and two Desert Eagles on his belt and a sword on his back.
"Yes, Hank, we do. Go in the base and kill everyone you see." Deimos answered while letting out smokey breath.
"So, do we do it stealthy or do we blow this place apart?" Sanford asked while the masked man smirked.
"We'll do this stealthy. Deimos, be polite and knock." he said as Deimos smirked.
"Right away, Hank." he said, threw his cigar and shot at the door.
Inside the base
BOOM!
Mane-iac and Power Ponies heard very loud explosion and felt the whole base trembling.
"Mistress, some strange creatures have blew up the main door and they are heading this way!" one of Mane-iac servants shouted as he frantically ran in the main room.
"What strange creatures?" Mane-iac asked as her interest peak, despite her servant has just told her that they blew up her door.
"They looked alot similar to normal ponies, but they didn't have muzzle, hooves or tails. Their faces were almost flat, they had feet and they were furless, judging by one who was half-naked." servant finished. Power Ponies and Mane-iac were looking at him with wide eyes. Mane-iac then narrowed her eyes.
"Go, capture them and bring them to me." she ordered.
This is so fucking easy. Deimos thought as he fired another raffal from his Bren Gun. So far, "the evil minions" were just a bunch hairy assholes who were picked from a street and paid to look menacing. They didn't even know how to throw a knife, so Deimos and the friends simply slaughtered them without breaking a single drop of sweat. While he was firing, Deimos light a cigar.
"How's going, Deimos?" Hank asked as he fought with 10 minions using his sword.
"This assignment is a total shit. Next time, i'm choosing our employer." Deimos said plainly.
"Well, at least i found us one hot employer." Hank said, briefly stopping his fighting, before he shoved his sword through minion's chest behind his back.
"His right this time." Sanford added, shoving his hook between minion's eyes. Deimos didn't say anything, he just removed empty magazine and put a full one.
"Looks like they all have been wiped out. Only thing that's left is our main target and her few remaining minions. We should divide. Sanford, you will go to the higher ground. You'll be able to kill minions with your hook easyly. Deimos, you'll go to the back door, giving our target no escape routes. I will go to the front door, surprising bitches. All clear?" Hank asked as his companions nodded.
"All right, let's earn our paycheck."
