Author's Note

Prepare for accents!

Ch 2: Lost

The Big Cheese… a mare leading these damn Nazi's left with the station’s residents as prisoners. She wore a black nazi, officer uniform with a matching black peak cap on her gratiously brushed mane making it looking awfully soft. Her mane was a striking blond mane and white coat appearing surprisingly clean to be living in a dark damp station. Since back in the metro I was more familiar with my human brethren. Women usually shaved off their hair since it was much harder to keep clean when water was not always available and when it was it was ever really enough to drink only.

All the Nazis appeard to be unicorns. I can only assume they think of themselves as pure, crazy bastards just as well as the ones in tunnels back home.

The Station was less stuffy with the ponies starting to filter out. I had killed a few Nazis as they would wonder to close to my spot. Disposing the bodies inside Big Stuff’s train cart. Sitting in the dark I was just vibing listeing to the Nazis speak with their funny little accents waiting for them to come close so I could silence their savage idiology, humbly waiting in the dark as I lazily hunted. Chilling with all the death around me.

Damn animals are just like us… killing each other senselessly even when we had bigger threats out on the surface.

"Buch! Vere zee hell are you!" A Nazi trooper called nearby heading in my direction. Searching for his fallen comrade that sadly fell by my blade.

I took a swig of my drink, getting tired of waiting. In my opinion, I had enough with waiting around. The dumbass didn't even have his headlamp on exploring this dark metro station. His overconfidence would be his downfall.

This place was full of life when I first arrived and now it was an empty shell. The Nazis just made me shake my head at their stupidity; just like the Nazis back home. Yeah, the Metro tunnels are my home.

Thinking about how ridiculous this all was I must have lost it and just pictured the people as ponies. Trying to cope with how silly radiation was making us live underground like animals.

Breaking away from my thoughts, I watched as the nazi walked along beside me as I rolled my eyes. It was stupid how sitting still in the dark I could be unnoticed. I waited until I was right beside him with my drink in my hand.

"Buch, zis isn't funny!" The trooper called out cautiously, obviously scared, trying not to show it. Hell, I would have been scared too, but I had some alcohol in my system. And I didn't feel like caring.

He opened the door beside me leading to the corpse pile I had inside. Being the smart guy he was, he turned on his headlamp. I just turned my head slowly to face him. The idiot still didn't notice me beside him.

If I wanted too I could lick his ear and he'd think it was just the damp humidity.

"Vat is zis!" He said in shock as his eyes widened I could see the reflection of the light bouncing back to him. I smashed the glass bottle on the back of his head knocking him out before I started looting him. Tossing him on the pile with the rest of his comrades.

“You Shpilt my drink.” I answered back in a mocking accent, getting up from my seat.

"Vats happenink ofer zere?!” A lower ranked officer called out after hearing my shattered glass.

"It vas probably nothink goot." One of his trooper's said casually.

Another trooper spoke up after the other one. "Ve'fe been here for too long sir. Do you sink vee schoult be gone by nov?"

The officer either taking advice or being a pushover, agreed. "Ja, you are right Fenster. Let us go." The officer said with a light accent. He wore a dark gray trench coat and he holstered a Lolife pistol.

Thought so... I like that gun, but I already have a pistol so I would need a shotgun or something superior to be good enough for my weapon arsonal... shit now I'm sounding like an Nazi... nah... It's just the Russian part of me barking!

The Nazi ponies started to leave. I just went back inside "Big Stuff's" home I went about removing the Nazi’s helmets sawing off their horns. Hopefully I could gain magic from them somehow? Science. Humanity always finds a way. Now that we were alone they looked mighty fine eating.

A few flies circled above the dead pony corpse of the Nazi party.

"Now let's see how little horse tastes!" I said as I closed the door behind me.

***Big Stuff's POV***

"You vake zee bucken up!" A pony shouted in my face. I groggily opened my eyes only to get punched in the face dazing me. "Shtupit kit!" I groaned as I got up rubbing my face only to get shoved. "Mofe it!"

I fell on my face only to quickly scramble to my legs, lifting myself off the ground in confusion. "Where am I?" I asked myself not being able to wrap my head around where I was and what was happening.

"Kit you're at zee Kamps!" The Trooper abusing me said from behind. Turning around I swung at him only for him to take it like a champ, as he didn't even flinch. "I expectet as mukh from a khilt." He said before he laughed in my face. Brushing off my assault as if it was nothing. Looking around I could see familiar faces getting locked up in cells, but as I looked around frantically for my grandmother.

"Who are you!? And where is my Grandma!" I shouted at the trooper who was bullying me. My chest huffing and puffing angrily. Only to make the Trooper laugh even louder, turning a few heads in our direction.

"Zee name's Soldat kit, and your Oma is deat." He said winking at me before he picked me up with his magic he was amiting from his horn tossing me into a cell... I don't think that would be the right word... "Cage" would be more fitting for the situation. "See you later little mut pony."

I growled angrily in my cramped cage, smaller than everyone else. I felt as if I was being smothered. This one was a literal dog cage. "I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you all!" I shouted in rage. Fuming inside of my cage thrashing wildly. The cage shook as the guards looked in my direction and laughed. Only fueling my rage.

"Easy mutt." I heard the familiar female voice beside me. The one that was behind me when they knocked me out.

I froze in my cage, as I slowly turned my head to face the speaker from before.

"Vee don't hafe a problem here do vee?" She asked calmly, admiring her handiwork. I started to shake quietly in my cage as I saw her intimidating black uniform. Eerily she locked on me as she had casted a sidelong glance. Frightening me even more.

***HunterPOV***

I chewed on the piece of cooked meat having cooked up a pony. Now I did not have access to spices or anything special, the meat was rather bland. Eating it I just knew it was nutritious. It would help me maintain myself for a couple more days.

The knocked out nazi awoke to stare at me and began screaming as he saw the dead ponies piled up with one of them butchered as I ate the hindlegs since that's where the most muscle was.

Strangely enough the ponies had ass tattoos. I skinned them off as trophies; they were now confirmed kills.

“Nein not me!” The officer began to cry begging for his life. “Please I’m a goot stallion!”

I ignored him as I ate the pony meat. My clothing was covered in blood from the skinning of the pony hides. If I had a child I would make them a sweater out of these ponies. It would be nice and warm and quite fashionable in the station for awhile before the fur got dirtied and became patches of dirtied fur.

So much wasted meat. I left the Nazi of whom was freaking out. I had acquired a bastard gun that was metro made. A makeshift submachine gun it’s got poor accuracy and overheats like hell. That’s why they call it a ‘Bastard Gun’. I once heard of a man once gripping the barrel only for his flesh to meld into it like cheese on an italian pizza. It was best to fire it in short controlled bursts and of course watch where you place your hands… That's why you remember to keep your hand on the hand guard.

Leaving the train cart I headed for the armory to retrieve my weapons. Walking over the dead ponies on the floor. The station was deadly quiet as it had been for a few hours before the sleeping nazi awoke screaming.

The mare whom I had sold the cans of food and water to had mysteriously disappeared. Noticing her food stand was not anywhere to be seen. I scoffed wishing I could wrap my hands around her throat to ask for where my fair deal was. She must have left the day before.

The station being dead was rather peaceful in an odd kind of way. The only sound I could hear now was the silence, only to disturbed by the sound of my boot falls striking the ground as I walked.

Finally I made it to the armory to see the door had been blown in. The ponies of whom had once stood guard were now slumped over dead.

“It is me Hunter.” I declared as I entered, forcing my way inside the small door frame.. “I am here for my weapons. So honor our deal old man.”

When I set my eyes on the interior of the armory I found it a mess with the weapon racks now empty and ammo having been raided. The stallion of whom I had done business with was behind the counter riddled with holes.

“Well that's unfortunate. Now, Where are my weapons…” I crawled over the table to get across to the behind the counter weapons that were too looted and just as I had thought my guns were missing. “You piece of shit.” I accused the old stallion, outraged to have my weapons missing. Those were my girls. You never take a soldier's weapon! That was like taking a piece of them and this stallion lost them! He let the Nazis take my shit! Fucking tiny Nazi horses! How could those facist sons of bitches take my guns?! I have been bested by midget horses?!

Angrily I stormed out of the armory heading back to Big Stuff’s train cart to see the Nazi pony desperately sawing his binds with a knife held in his magic. And when he spotted me with my enraged expression he dropped the knife in a blind panic and began screaming once more.

“Oh Got! He’s goink to eat me!” He squealed like a little girl looking absolutely pathetic. He seemed harmless.

“You’re going to tell me where you little Nazis came from!” I gripped him by the horn to intimidate him only for his white face to let out a blush letting out a gentle moan.

“Ohhh.”

“Duh fuck?!” I exclaimed, shoving him back surprised I had turned the four legged freak on. “What just happened?!”

Both of us stared at each other with an awkward silence that soon followed.

“Umm… first time?” The Nazi Officer asked embarressed.

“First time for what?!” I snapped out at him. Disgusted to have touched something that might have been his pony horse dick for all I knew. And to think I collected the unicorn horns! Was I just stock piling on magic horse dicks?!

“A unicorn's horn is quite sensitife…” The Nazi began to explain.

“Just cut to the chase.” I said looking him straight in the eye. “Is it your dick.” I said not wanting to pussyfoot around.

“Nein.” The stallion shook his head. “Zat voult be my horn. It helps me perform magic tricks.” He explained vaguely or maybe he was just being straight forward I don’t know.

“Okay, so it works like a second dick but it's not.” I questioned rubbing my eyes trying to wrap my head around this new revelation about unicorns. So these Nazi ponies are really ‘dick heads’.

“Zat voult be right.”

I just nodded solemnly. “So, where did you Nazis come from?” I asked in a defeated tone not wanting to talk about the dick horns I collected. Now I am only hoping the dick-horns still contain magic that I can put to use in the future. How would I explain it to the ponies if they inspected my bag?

***Later***

“So is this the tunnel?” I asked the still tied up Nazi. Having dragged him to the edge of the station.

“Ja, Zis is it.” The Nazi nodded swiftly avoiding eye contact. Presumably not wanting to be eaten.

“Well today's your lucky day.” I told him. “You see, I honor my deals. Even as a prisoner you held your side of the bargain and I do hope you’re not lying to me. So know this…” I gripped his neck, giving it a firm squeeze. The stallion let out a squeak. “Lie to me and I will hunt you down, and skin your hide and take your ass mark and horn. You got that perfect preaching jackass.”

The stallion nodded hastily as I released him. Dropping him on his ass he fell on the track.

I hopped down on the track beside him beginning to make my way down the track.

Questioning my choice for letting the stallion go. It could end up coming back to stab me in the back later. Maybe it could be helpful later. Only time would tell. The motto of the Spartan Rangers was “If it's hostile, you kill it.” But at the moment the unicorn was harmless. This would be me giving him a chance to make amends for being part of those scumbag nazi regime. He could turn his life around.

Ridiculous that I had allowed such vermin snatch my personal weapons. That I had cared for and modded over the years of being underground and in one night my weapons were gone. I was on a rescue mission for my beautiful girls. ‘Soon we will reunite and tear apart the animals that have wronged us for tearing our lovely family apart. Don’t worry, daddies coming’.

I held the bastard of a gun in front of me moving with purpose. Not coming across Nazis along the way. They must have moved by track. Deploying so many troops heavily armored in such a short time while also transporting prisoners back with them.

The longer I stayed focused with nothing to do I began to get bored. Tired even. In this state thoughts began to drift into focus clouding my senses as I began to think my body going on autopilot.

The silence began to play on my psyche once more.

I felt like I was going in circles doing the same old thing. As a hunter forever cursed to track down prey. Forever to be the senseless killer fighting like a rabid animal. Kill or be killed. An animal bared its fangs at me and I bared mine back. Fighting for survival. But after a while it wears on you. You just get tired. I just wanted to just sit down and rest. Remove my rucksack to relieve my shoulders of the mountainous stress of carrying ammo and supplies.

Now some might say that they would love to settle down, find a woman and start a family. But me? I do not see any reason for that. I simply just wanted to find somewhere to sit and close my eyes. For this never ending nightmare to end. Life was repetitive. Why must I continue to exist repeating the same endless cycle of mankind before me. To continue the story that always ends the same. Nothing I do matters as I will die and fade into nothing. No one will remember Hunter. I would just be another shadow in history. Like if I never existed in the first place.

I stopped in my tracks. What was the point of all this? Collapsing to my knees. The bastard flopped onto the floor with some bullets falling out of the poorly made rectangle shaped magazine. Thudding noisily on the metal train rails.

The Metro tunnel echoed further off with my sudden stop. I felt haunted, as all reason seemed to drain from me. I was no firm believer of God so that must have been why I was feeling so weak. I felt so alone. Nothing to really call a friend. Nothing to call my home.

My helmet's headlamp began to flicker as the battery started to fade just as I felt my spirit doing the same. ‘Giving up?’ My own thoughts questioned as if trying to confirm my true thoughts yet fearing the answer. The final confirmation was like church bells of the recently deceased. I looked down at my gloved hands, retracting them and flexing wondering what I was doing here. What was my purpose? What was even the point?

"Tunnels... always... tunnels..." I heard from behind me hearing the sounds of wheels scraping against metal. Looking back over my shoulder I saw the yellow glow of a lantern. As it got closer I noticed it to be a wagon. It rolled on the track behind me. “Whoa there!” Came the sound of a stallion trying to break, noticing me in the way. An ear splitting screech filled the tunnels. Getting up I rolled to the side of the tunnel just as the wagon came squealing by running over the bastard gun.

On the floor I felt like I could barely get up with my rucksack of bullets weighing me down. Like a turtle on its back I was exposed. Yet unlike yesterday I was not fearful. I was just merely existing. I looked towards the cart seeing a group of three ponies looking towards me with wonder.

“What kind of pack animal is that?” One of the ponies a mare asked she held a double barrel shotgun in her hooves. She was a light orange mare with a scarlet red mane. Her clothing was dirty just like the old stallions.

“Must be a mutated monkey with that kind of face… though not that bad considering the other creatures.” A fancy looking pony stated. She wore a white and silver dress with a matching hat. She looked like she was right out of an american wild west film being a ‘rich city gal’ She was surprisingly clean unlike her group..

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I answered dryly. Yet I found peace in their colors. Like a light in my personal darkness. Was it hope?

“My, it talks!” The rich looking pony exclaimed.

“And I can do a lot more too. Mind being a good pony and helping me up?” I asked, wanting to get up. Strangely, I was glad to see someone else. As much as I disliked the ponies, they surprisingly came in abundance.

“Sorry about that, didn’t know you was here wandering through.” The old buck said in an old american dialect. He let out a chuckle hopping off the cart as he surprisingly helped me up with ease. I had been expecting a bit more of a challenge to lift me with my heavy luggage. “Here you are! Bright as new!”

I felt the weight at the balls of my feet and knees. “Mind if I catch a ride with you all?” I suddenly asked not wanting to walk the rest of the way.

Suddenly there was a high pitched screech in the air which made me reach for my gun. Only to realize my weapon had been crushed under the cart. I looked around swiftly, sweeping the light from my headlamp around the area. The darkness revealed to be Lurker territory.

Only now did I notice now that I was focused as I felt adrenaline start to kick in. Mounds of dirt were piled around with tunnels and holes on the ground and walls.

"Lurkers" often show up in packs of one to three at a time, even if more are in the area. Lurkers are mostly scavengers that press in upon carcasses, and rarely hunt live prey. They have almost pink skin and no body hair whatsoever and possess a second pair of eyes, which are very small and are probably useless as they appear to be milky white a sign of blindness.

Something I did notice was the hole right in front of me. A Lurker lunged from out of the ground. It had jumped inches from my feet and grabbed a hold of my ammo pouch. In a slight panic I gripped its tiny body and squeezed until I heard it's bones snap under my forearm's strength. Letting go the little Lurker’s body fell to the ground twitching as I had fucked up its spine. It twitched on the ground.

I scanned around seeing a couple running about trying to distract me. Knowing there was one or two coming behind me. I did a swift 180 degrees gripping the end of the metal throwing knives I had strapped to my chest. Hitting one but the second one jumped at me flying over my line of sight hiding behind the cart. I felt as if in slow motion as I saw the mare with the shotgun fire at the incoming horde the stallion fired off an assault rifle towards the back. The elegant mare pulled out a pistol looking scared as she refused to use her gun as it trembled in her hooves.

Swiftly a small beast flew in the air coming slowly in my direction. I leaned back on instinct taking a step back having one of my legs fall into a hole in the ground. Time seemed to resume as I caught the Lurker in my hands. I fell back on the ground putting pressure on my leg as it wanted to break from the awkward angle. The creature savagely screeched and clawed trying to get to my face. I screamed out in a war cry as I slammed its head against the metal track beside me. Blood spurted out from the wound. The fight seemed to have been stripped from the animal as it looked dazed. I did not give it a chance as I continued to bash its face into the track until it was pulverized and even its mother would recognize it.

The gunfire seemed to have died down as the mare with the shotgun jumped down to see if I was alright.

These mutants seemed to be way smaller than back home. Even the Watchers were smaller. Things just seem to be getting smaller. What's up with that? As I try to pull my leg out of the burrow the damn Lurkers made. I felt something grab my leg trying to pull me down. I laughed as I crouched on one leg before rolling onto my back. Which hurt because I rolled onto the rails of the track and over the lurker corpse. I pulled my leg out from the hole with a Lurker still attached to my boot. It looked almost comical. I stood on one leg pulling my other leg up to see under my boot seeing the Lurker looking back at me in fear. It was funny seeing the little thing just blinking at me as I stared back at it.

“You caught it?” The mare asked, tilting her head as she lowered her shotgun.

"You shouldn't have done that," I said with a sadistic smile. With one fell swoop I snatched the creature up with my left hand. I now stood on both legs standing at my full height. My ankle roared in protest. The Lurker was about the size of my forearm, fucker was small. I pulled out a Frag Grenade. I looked for a suitable hole. “Here, a gift from me to you.”I tossed the little bitch into a hole in the floor with my generous gift. When the critter hit the floor his wind was obviously knocked out as the small creature desperately sucked in air. The grenade weighed so much on its tiny body.

"It was fun while it lasted, but... I got to go," I said with a smile as I hopped onto the cart. An explosion erupted from the hole bits of dirt and Lurker pieces flew up before coming down again.

The clean rich pony mare began screaming about how dirty her dress had gotten. While the two other ponies looked at me with worry wondering if I was dangerous. Contemplating if they should have even stopped for me. They did not even agree if I could come along. I just made my statement known that I was going with them whether they liked it or not.

I rubbed my abused ankle that was either sprained or broken. Here I was hoping it was just… stressed.

Leaving around twenty more Lurkers appeared pushing each other aside to see the splattered remains of their Lurker brethren that got blown to shit as the hole was much bigger now. They sniffed at the bloodied smeared dirt. Cowering in fear.

***In a Office Somewhere***

Four ponies in an office, one was sitting behind a stylish luxury wooden desk, and the one in a metal foldable chair was sitting across from the pony of higher rank and class. Meanwhile the other two ponies stood beside the door doing their job as guards.

The pony sitting behind her desk had trinkets set upon her desk. Mainly medals with nazi memoriabila. A golden nameplate was shown reading ‘Bombshell’. An SS Officer getting the rank at birth. Just as her father and mother were both elite unicorn guards making her an elite soldier by birth. She wore her black SS uniform with black shined boots while also wearing a matching black officer hat. Her puffy blonde mane sticking out from just under the black visor was a personal touch. She wore a red sash sporting her cause’s mark. A white circle that was enveloped in red with the blackened swastika at the center of the white circle.

This was her office. She did not like how the higher-ups kept bugging her to "Promote" a dirt pony in their ranks. Even so he apparently always rejected the promotion. She often questioned herself why the higher ups would not just force the darn Schwein. (Pig) If they wanted him to get a rank up bad.

She had the pony in front of her, she just wanted to smack the promotion on his forehead and let that be that. But that pony had other plans apparently.

Bombshell held Jäger's file in her hooves as she looked over his recommendations. It bothered her to no end how he got so many while she got so few. She wanted recognition too! Just like that station raid she had not done so long ago. Just the other day as a matter of fact. Not one higher up thought to compliment her on a job well done! It angered her to no end. She wanted to walk into her superior's office and shoot them dead.

But noooo… She had to only read what good things they had to say about the promotion denier.. Honestly it was as if he was just playing hard to get. And it seemed to be working. He was an ‘Outstanding scientist!’ Was written by a general. She glared at the recommendations and Jägers achievements. Even the Führer! Put a recommendation for Jäger! She had to suppress the growl that tried emitting from her throat, she was jealous.

A recommendation from the Führer was like an alicorn! Rarer than rare! Her grip tightened on the file’s edges crushing it in her grasp.

“Hallo Herr!” (Hello Sir) Jäger said respectfully.

"Ja." She said with an unnerving look glaring daggers at Jäger the earth pony. "A degenerate like him gettink attention, and not me! I deserve more zan zis rat!" She mentally screeched like a child having a tantrum. Yet on the outside she forced a smile that looked just as twisted as she was,

"Jäger me and zee rest of the Nazi party voult like to promote you." She said with a calculating gaze clicking her tongue. Waiting for the same recurring answer he always gave.

“Nein.” (no.) Jäger replied simply.

"Vat did you, say." She said, narrowing her eyes dangerously. It was not so much of a question as it was ‘tradition’ at this point.

“A promotion may be ozer’s dream but not mine. Vat I love is the hunt… The hunt is vat I love, it is a hobby for me.” Jäger said honestly, Irritating Bombshell in the process. Not looking forward to higher ups scolding her for not convincing the dirt pony.

"How about you hunt viz zee promotion!" She said frustrated, slamming his file on the desk. "You might efen get the higher prifilege." She almost growled yet kept her forced smile, her lips straining to keep it together..

“Nein Nein Bombshell. Jagen ist mein Leben, ich behandle dich wie das gefährlichste Spiel! Ich schne es sehr,wie ich die anderen jage.” (No no bombshell. Hunting is my life I treat you like the most dangerous game! I crave it as much as I hunt the others.)

She rolled her eyes as she tossed his file at him with her magic emitting from her horn. The file flew into his face smacking him as all his information spewed out sending papers and documents around the office..

He reached across the desk, “You are zee tiger.” He complimented her as he placed a hoof under her chin. ”I neet to contain myself ven I am arount you.”

She smiled coyly leaning forward. "And?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him, humoring him. Meanwhile she wanted to face slam him against her reinforced desk.

“A beautiful specimen like a Peakock, but zee fear tovards her like a Tiger. Roar.” The two stare into each other's eyes as they begin to look awkward in front of the guards. The guards were ignored as if they did not exist.

She leaned back in her chair levitating back his file picking up all his loose papers, pretending to look it over again "Ja... I suppose..." She looked at all the recommendations he got from the higher-ups. It was aggravating to know all the attention he got. "Mud pony is somezink." She mumbled his charm seemed to be working on her.

“Make me hunt zee kreature.” He said in a seductive voice. His words flew smoothly in the air.

"Hunt? Vey Is zee myshtery kreature vorth your talents?" She asked with a raised brow. Questioning his motive as a certain prisoner was spreading rumors of a strange creature that walked on two legs and could talk but was not like anything anypony had ever seen.

“I hunt all kreatures. I vant him.” He moved his muzzle close to hers. ”Vill zat be a problem?” He asked yet again.

"Hmm..." she said for a moment before slapping his muzzle away. "Dirt ponies vill alvays be dirt," She stuck her muzzle up in the air with a snooty tone.

“Vell?” He asked again being a persistent pony, it annoyed Bombshell to no end.

"Ehh..." She said making it look like she was thinking it over before saying "Nein," with a pleased smile wanting to see him begging.

Jäger got up as he then walked until he was beside Bombshell. He places her hoof on his head. “Vill torture change your mint’?" He asked again.

"Ja!" She said happily, shoving his head to the ground roughly. She kicked him in the stomach knocking his wind out. "Look at zee deflatet bag of air!" The guards at the door laughed to appease her not wanting to be next as she started beating him under her hooves drawing blood from him.

He chuckled, getting back up bloodied and bruised. “You are a Tiger indeet!”

"Husch dirty pony." She said before spitting on his face. Turning to face away from him not wanting to dirty her gaze with his degenerate existence.

“Give me zee creature!” He asked again, in all honesty, she didn't know what he was talking about. It could have been some made up cryptid or all she knew.

"Fine!" She shouted wanting him to get off her case.

Jäger wrapped his arms around her tightly. “I vill komplete zis hunt! My dear Tiger!” He proclaimed as he held her. Bombshell blushed feeling both flustered and disgusted that an earth pony no less was hugging her. Ick’ She stuck her tongue out in disgust.

She felt very uncomfortable from the dirt pony's close contact with her. So she nipped at his ear with her teeth. "Don't get too komfortable!" She growled menacingly after feeling something warm poke at her skirt. "Now get off of me, I got your papervork to do!"

He smiled, letting go of her as he marched out of her office. Bombshell straightened out her uniform as both of her guards were staring at her.

"Go viz him!" She shouted at them as they scrambled to get out bumping into each other before falling down. As they quickly got out leaving the door open. Not wanting to use her magic and wanting to be mean. She shouted, "Ant klose zee shtupit door!" She shouted after two seconds the door glowed yellow as it slowly closed, irritating her further as the door’s hinges squealed loudly. Her eyes twitched. "Vhy do idiots vork for me?"

Only a few moments later did she realize that he did not approve of his promotion.

Bombshell let out a shrill scream of frustration