When A Good Apple Turns Sour

Three stallions burst into a decrepit garage, once they were all through, the last one slammed the door behind him. They moved together to one section. Two of the stallions tossed down two bags each, while the last stallion tossed down four. Each bag that hit the ground jingled, the sound seeming to echo in the once vacant garage. The larger one moved back to the door and pushed a metal cabinet over, letting it fall to the ground with a loud clatter blocking the door. They then each went their separate ways in the garage. One of them moved to an older looking Volkswagen Type 2 inside the garage, loosening his tie as he made his way there. It looked like it had been there for some time, but it would have to do. It did not need to get them far, just far enough. He opened the hood and began to work on the engine, sweat slowly beginning to form on his brow. The other stallion moved to the window, tripping clumsily over one of the bags and causing its contents to spill over onto the cold cement floor. Gold coins now scattered around the floor as the stallion cursed softly under his breath. He walked to the window slowly and more careful, not wanting to trip over anything else. Once at the window, he stood next to it, peeking out of it occasionally as he looked down at his modded AK-74u, smirking to himself at his beautiful creation.. He checked the clip and frowned to see it was only half full, with one bullet in the chamber. He checked his pocket, then cursed after checking to see the clip only half full. The final stallion made his way to the back and sat down, sighing heavily as he checked his own gun, an older style magnum revolver. He looked to see only one bullet remaining in his gun, as he began to slowly load the remaining chambers, leaning back once it was done. His ears twitched slightly as he heard the sirens in the distance, slowly getting closer.

The larger stallion then sighed again as he began to think about how it all came to this. From the robbery, to the hitch that they had encountered, to running from the law, and then finally getting stuck in a garage while the smartest of them worked on their getaway. The stallion stood up and slowly walked over to the window taking the other side as he began to think to himself.

"You know, a lot can happen to a pony in such a short amount of time. Some are small changes, while others are bigger ones. For me, Ah suppose mine was a bigger one, one most ponies don't tend to take. One I don't even think the past me would have ever guessed. I became a criminal. However it gave me a new family, ponies I could call my own once again. I know I won't ever be able to walk away from this path, but I hope it will at least take me to where I need to go."

The larger stallion was pulled away from his thoughts when the sirens were at their loudest and he could hear car brakes screeching to a stop as doors began to open and shut the footsteps of ponies coming from them, next he heard a screech as the sound of a mega phone was being turned on, and from that a gruff voice.

"Listen up, we have the place surrounded, come out with your hands up, or we will be forced to come in there and apprehend you by force. This can either happen one of two ways; If you come out now, I can assure you that nothing bad will happen, however if you don't, then I cant promise all of you coming out alive. I hope you will make the right call here."

The stallions inside looked at each other and all nodded, then two near the door nodded to each other again as the one with the assault rifle smashed the window and began to fire, causing the police outside to hunker down behind their squad cars. The larger one moved to the bags of Bits, collecting the ones that had fallen out and began to slowly load the bags into the van. After some tough work the engine started, softly humming now as their brains took the driver seat, hitting the side as the larger one took the passenger side. He then hollered to the other. He nodded and ran over, trying to check his gun as he ran. Bullets began to fly across the room as the police returned fire, causing their last member to dive into the back seat with the bits. Once all the stallions were in the car, the driver hit the gas pedal, causing the van to shoot forward and smash through the garage door and then a few of the police cars. The driver turned hard as they sped down the road. The police cars began following soon after. The three stallions were all breathing heavily now as adrenaline filled their veins. The driver smirked as he turned hard again, breaking through a fence as they began to drive through a ditch a few of the police cars chose to follow. The larger stallion then rolled down his window and began to fire shots at the cars, hitting each tire with accuracy as he smirked, knowing it came from when he would patrol the farm with his pa. The driver took them into one one of the larger storm drains, the van screeching as the side view mirrors were taken clean off. After some time the van stopped when they were in one of the larger filtration areas, smoke beginning to billow from the engine.

The three stallions each jumped out and sighed. Then the one who had the modded AK-74u began to laugh, causing the larger one to laugh as well, and then finally their driver. They had somehow managed to succeed, and actually get away. Even though it was their first job, they knew it wouldnt go off completely right, even with the minor hiccup. The larger one looked to the van and then to his friends. He then looked up and closed his eyes as he began to think again.

"We may have had a few problems, but we were able to make it in the end. With this first job we can begin work on building a name for ourselves. It may not have been much, but they could at least use this money to buy some base of operations, though they were still up for debate on its location. It was strange really thinking I'd go from apple farming to trying to build a crime family. Not something that happens often, but it does, after all, I was a prime example, though I can't help to think how I got here. How I met mah new family, and what drove me here, though if I had to think, really think, ah think it happened a little over a year ago, on a cool and crisp morning at Sweet Apple Acres."