Los Diablos: A New Beginning

Rays of sunlight pierced my eyes and I tried to open my eyes, but they were shut. Fuuuck, that sun can be such a fucking prick sometimes. I slowly got up from my bed, trying to make due with my current hangover, my head felt like it was being smashed in by a stone. Repeatedly. I managed to not fall flat on my ass and get into he shower to wash up and clean myself from all of the liquor, and the sweat and my oily forehead. I got in and I turned on the showerhead and got right to it. While I was in there, I kept thinking about that deal that I was conversing with the king of the Gryphonian Empire.

Turns out, he's impressed and if things work out, I could two huge clients and make a fuckload of money. I'm already making a million bucks a year, but if my pay check were to be the same with the Gryphons, that could double it. Maybe more of they're willing to pay more for quality service. But I could think about that later, I need to change the subject in my head.

Oh yeah, I could probably get the boys together and head out to then at sometime, were going public and everything, bars got food too. We could just chill there and have a pretty great fucking time. It's perfect! Once I considered myself to be decently washed up, I got out, wrapped the towel around me and headed over to the closet, today's my day off. So now, I could dress up casually and just relax. But naturally, I can't sit still forever, so maybe I can do a bit of yard work out by the front. I don't mind getting into outdoors kind of jobs, I'm always getting my hands dirty, so this doesn't bother me much.

I picked out my outfit, black denims, nice black tennis shoes, a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I reached down into my drawer and got my watch out and put it on. I put a belt on and I was all set. I walked downstairs still trying not to stumble and thank fuck I didn't. I got into the kitchen got my morning's fix. I grabbed some bourbon and poured a small glass and downed it quicker than I poured it. I put the bottle back in the cabinet and went to the fridge to get some things to cook with.

Eggs, some hashbrowns and a bit of leftover steak. Perfect I cooked the eggs and the hashbrown while I put the steak in the microwave to warm up. I put the eggs and hash onto the plate and pulled out the steak. I grabbed some home made hot sauce, I got my mother to thank for that. This stuff is the shit with whatever the fuck you eat with it. I grabbed a fork and dug right in. I don't want to brag, but this food is amazing. I couldn't be any happier with this meal, the perfect cure for this hangover.

As I finished, I my doorbell was ringing. Must be Carlos, I licked my fingers and walked for the door. I pulled on the know and pulled the door towards me. Only to find that it was Carlos, but he wasn't alone.

"Hey man", he said bringing me in for a quick hug. I returned it.

"Oye, Carlos", I started.

"Yeah man".

"Que mierda están haciendo aquí?", I answered with a bit of an annoyed expression. He brought those mares with him. It means,'what the fuck are they doing here'?

He hissed and took a moment to answer, "Luna came to see you, but you were having one of those days".

I nodded, waiting for him to go on. "So she told me what she thought we should do and I would tell you about it the next day".

"And what's that?", I asked, still a bit skeptical.

"She says that these mares should hang around with us more often, maybe show us around town if we want to". bit my lower lip and shook my head. He didn't tell me about his shit sooner, but I was drunk, so I guess it's evened out.

I sighed, "sure, come on in guy and gals". I made a 'come closer' motion with my index finger and went in to get Some liquor drinks that I know is great for when guests come over. "You girls like scotch or anything like that"?

I heard a posh voice behind me, "yes please, no ice though darling".

I turned back, it was that fashionista, Rarity, "sure thing madame". Geez, did not figure her for a drinker. "Carlos, show these mares the couches please"?

"Sure thing", he called out.

I reached into the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of scotch and a couple of glasses. I always loved having a bit of scotch. Great for any occasion, but mainly, I liked it as a celebratory drink for making amazing deals.

I walked back and handed Rarity her glass and poured in the scotch, "I gotta say miss Rarity". I pulled out a chair and sat in front of everyone, "I didn't find you the drinking type, in a good way". I brought my hands up so she didn't find me offensive or anything.

She chuckled, "no its quite alright. I only have a couple glasses but sometimes I can get a little crazy". She finished that off with a smirk.

I just poured my cup smiling a bit, "I bet you do". I looked over and saw that Dash had glared a bit at Rarity with a smirk very quickly and went back to fiddling around with her fingers. Oooookkkk?

"Well...", Twilight started. "Carlos and Luna had us brought here so we can all properly get to know each other a bit better. Something about last time not being on a personal, friendly manner. If that makes sense"?

I nodded, "yeah I understand. They want us to try and be friends". Twilight nodded, but Carlos was a bit shocked. I guess he didn't think I would be as easy going as I was right now.

"Exactly, now we know your names. But we should get to know each other a little more in depth".

I looked at her brow raised, "alright". I leaned back in my chair, "nothing too personal and it's ok with me".

She smiled, "alright then. First things first, where were you and your friends originate from".

"Me, Carlos, Chris, and Ricardo originate from California, a state in the United States of America", she listened intently as she pulled out a small notebook (how?) and jotted down notes. "Michael and James are Caucasian, Michael's from Oregon, another state in our country and James is from a different one. England to be more precise".

"What're your languages? I know you speak Equestrian, but I heard you speak a different one just now", this was the bad interview that Carlos was so afraid of?

"I speak Spanish, but I also speak a couple others, French and German", I answered with a bit of pride. In my spare time, I like to learn different phrases in different tongues. It was fun, learning how to say 'fuck you', but also it was a tool for me to get around the globe, I was hunting down Murad then and needed to talk my way through to certain areas hat required me to know how to speak them. "Everyone here also knows the languages too".

"Really? We have Prench, Germane, and Puerto Caballo", she smiled and chuckled at how much of the similarities there were. I gotta admit it was a little funny and I laughed softly.

"Yeah...anything else?", I wanted to get all of this out of the way quicker.

"Let's see", she brought the pent to her chin and lightly tapped. "How did you six meet"?

I thought about it for a moment, trying my best to remember, "I've known Carlos, Ricardo, and Chris for thirteen years, and I've known Michael and James for about four years by now".

"How'd you get to know them?", she asked pen ready to jott down notes.

"Well the first four, I've known them since grade school, so we kind of just bonded since we were little. James and Michael have come to us when we were hiring and made the job, gaining our trust and bond on the way to the end". I paused to let her finish. "They're great guys and we've all had each other's backs like brothers".

She finished writing and beamed up at me with happiness, "it's nice to have people like that around you".

I nodded, "it is". I looked at the rest of the group, any other questions"?

Pinkie raised her hand, "yes"?

"Do you like parties"!!!!

I chuckled a bit, "no I'm sorry, but the rest of us do. You can throw one for them if you want".

She pouted and sighed, "are you sure"? I nodded to confirm.

"Do you take money and kill ponies just for the rewards?", it was that fucking rainbow haired mare.

"Y'know, I know all the names a merc gets, I've gotten them", I paused to look she dead in the eye. "Murderer, rapists, greedy bastards, heartless fucks, baby killer. You name it I've heard it. But that's not who we are, we have a code".

"And what's that?", she asked with her arms crossed.

I gave a hard cross look before resuming, "never kill children, and their lives quick and painless, never abuse them in any way shape or form other than performing the job description". I paused to take a hard drink and downed it, i poured myself another glass. "Any other organization has immunity like us, but they abuse that power all the time. They rape and kill, all of the targets, some not even targets. Of all ages. Sick fucks".

She sunk in her seat, now getting glares from all those around her.

"There's gotta be a limit, where even assholes like us say enough, is e-FUCKING-nough!", I raised my voice a bit, making the mares jump a bit. "Human stew?....cannibalism? That's my limit. I knew that right after I first left the clean life for the mercenary one". She gulped, obviously getting the point that she pissed off someone who's seen things no one  should ever see.

"I think I'm down asking", she stayed silent during the rest of the meeting.

"Do you have any interests in fashion?", Rarity said, on the hopes that it would change the subject.

Knowing what she was trying to do, I went along with it, "yeah, a bit anyway. Why?".

She smiled softly, "well, I was wondering if at anytime, you and your friends would like it if you could all come down and I could make something nice for you all".

I guess it wouldn't hurt, I don't have a suit, neither does anybody else. But something was off, she seemed too excited to be requesting this. "Anything to gain from this"?

"Only the fact that I'd be making suits for a whole other species", she said as if I was stupid asking that and that it was obvious. I didn't think that wa stage while truth, but I let it go.

"Ok. Anybody else?", Applejack raised her hand and I called on her. "Yes"?

"Ya do any farm work?", I should've expected a question like this.

I nodded, "of course, I remember when I was younger that my grandfather worked on a farm. I'd visit all the time and help him out in any way that he needed". She reeled back, guess she didn't think that a guy like me living in a place like this could be non-hesitant when it came to getting your hands dirty.

"Darling", Rarity started. "Has anyone told you just how gorgeous your house is here"?

I chuckled and looked around, "no, not really. And it is nice. Spanish architecture at its finest, I love it".

"It is nice here", Fluttershy finally said sinking in her scarf.

Rarity's POV

This is actually the first time I've gotten a good look at this leader. He's got nice jet black hair, nice eyes, tan skin, he looks like he's 5'10". A bit taller than me, even by looking at him sitting down, I could tell he was pretty tall. He's even got an ice jawline, a bit of facial hair other than the patch at the top of his head. It looks like he had a beard. But it wasn't overgrown, it looked as if he kept it like that. Trimmed it even. He's even pretty easy on the eyes...no! Stop it Rarity. It isn't proper to ask or flirt right now. Ooohhh, but he's pretty good looking.

Topic change, I've gotten better looks at his team, most of them seem to be the same skin color, save for Michael and James, they're more of a pinkish whitish tone. I like the tan, it goes with Gonzalo's personality. I like it, he's an interesting conversationalist. Very calm and collective, with the exception of the one outburst, but I didn't blame him, sometimes Rainbow can be a bit much for even the most patient of us.  He didn't seem to be very violent so far, to me, he doesn't seem to be that bad.

Gonzalo's POV

I kept talking about how the technology we had was so fucking amazing back home, I always admired the military's capability to create the most advanced technologies that the world has ever seen. I even hoped to enlist into the marines, but then, that whole revenge thing and crime world life ruined any chance for me to even get into the marines. Let alone be a part of recon one. The only thing I didn't like was how everything was always vano green, while it did make sense to be camouflaged, I always preferred black, hence the uniform that our company uses. Our logo, if you must ask, is a skull with two machetes crossing each other behind the skull. It signifies our Mexican heritage, our relentless fighting to get the job done, and how dangerous we can be.

But soon, it all went to the history part really quick. I explained the most basic, WWI, WWII, The Civil War of the United States, and the revolutionary war. It was a long one, so I'll save you the time, especially since I'm a huge history guy on the whole WWI war in general, I was always fascinated at how they were able to all of those things one hundred years ago. It truly was 'The Great War' if you think about it. I remember reading a quote in Latin from a history book once, it read, 'Si vis pacem para bellum'. It translates to, 'if you want peace, prepare for war'. I loved the quote so much that I made it my motto.

"That's all really there is to it in terms of the major wars that my country's been through, we've had quite an impact on the whole world through these wars", I said proudly.

Twilight was repulsed at first when I mentioned the words 'world war', but she relaxed when I told her it was a long time ago and that I had nothing to do with it.

"That's quite a lot to take in", she sat there sorting through everything I listed mentally.

"Uh, Twi?", Applejack asked patting her friend on the shoulder.

Twilight looked up at her, "yeah"?

"We should get going, it's getting late and I think we've gotten to know them pretty good so far".

"You're right, will I see you at Ponyville after you give the speech when you go public?", she asked.

I nodded and she got up to leave, I ran ahead and opened the door and held it open for all of them. I swear when Rarity walked past that she swished her tail around more often then I think ponies do. She also swayed her hips, subtly, and discreetly, but just enough so I can catch a glimpse. I looked away and wished them all a goodnight.

"Thanks for the scotch darling", Rarity said standing straight up. Must be trying to leave a good impression I guess.

"No problem, come back anytime I'm here, always up for a talk", I called out to them as they reached the Ponyville where they aren't in ear range. I turned to Carlos, "look man, I'm not mad. But would you mind telling that this kind of shit's going down before it goes down"?

"Yeah I'm sorry about that man", he said shrugging.

"It's fine, just warn me next time", I replied in a cool tone. "The door's open for you too if you ever want to just chill ok"?

He nodded, "have a good night".

'I hope I will', I thought to myself. Well...I thought that the meeting went along pretty well. Even if I yelled out once, it happens in any conversation, so I'm not that worried about it. I ene back inside to get one more glass of scotch before bed so I can get a nice buzz just before bed.

'What was all that nice stuff with Rarity?', I kept thinking the whole time. Must just be trying to not seem like a prodding dickhead like most of her friends are. Which I respect.

I'm just going to go to bed, tomorrow after a bounty hunt I need to be brainstorming on how to proceed with my speeches to the ponies in Canterlot when I'm shown to the whole world.

'Till then gents....