Sunset Shimmer had a list. After an awkwardly silent ride home for Twilight, with an even more awkward goodbye, she had carefully typed in a full checklist of what she had to do today. It was full of things that normally took several hours, such as pick a new piece for tonight’s run. Or maybe going through her mask box and seeing if she had one she wouldn't mind reusing. Of course, she obviously had to call Trixie to see if she could get another set of smoke bombs. She still had quite a few, but it was better to keep a surplus in case she needed them for her patrols. And then there was trying to get Feint to see if she needed help getting the run planned. But instead of doing any of those, she was focusing on the last item on her list: getting herself back under control.

In pursuit of that one objective, Sunset had gone for a ride. And now, as the sun began to crest, she was out in the hilly woods outside Canterlot, going at the motoring equivalent of a stroll. She wasn't sure if she could call herself fully under control yet, but her stomach was demanding its pound of food, and who was she to say no. After looking around for a mile or so she found her holy grail; tucked away in the woods was a small gas station, with a local restaurant right beside it. She pulled her bike up, noting the line of other bikes in front of the building.

Sunset smiled as she lowered the kickstand, cutting the engine with a flick of her wrist. A biker’s retreat for daytime rides was normally a pretty relaxed place, so she could probably do some work while she ate. Knocking out some of her objectives while having lunch would make the whole ordeal much simpler. She walked in and found the area only sparsely populated. It appeared it was simply a gathering of individuals over a club meeting or something similar, with one or two people sitting together without the sort of hub a large group unconsciously forms. She moved to an area by the bar and sat, picking up a loose menu.

The food was southern style. Lots of gravy and biscuits, with an option to deep-fry anything put on earth as a side. Sunset decided on the catfish, with some hush puppies on the side. Both were deep-fried, but at the moment Sunset didn't care if she threw up tonight. While waiting for her meal, she brought out her phone and began flipping through her notes. On the ones she had designated burners the notes section was full of notes on criminals, recent gang news, and police schedules, but this one seemed much more teenager-y. Various pieces of art were saved, with notes beside them, detailing future plans or materials needed. Most were little more than rough drafts, ideas that weren't yet fit to see the light of day, or were meant for private use sprayed on the side of a building.

She paused at one that had only recently gone slightly above the 'just a sketch' phase. It was the view from her old room in Canterlot tower at night, the lights of the Equestrian capital shining in the glass. Sunset looked at it, studying her own work. It didn't have any deep meaning, nothing to decode or think about, but it was beautiful. She set it as her background as her food arrived, and began thinking of what colors to use as she took her first bite of catfish. It was surprisingly good, flaky and soft like a well-made catfish should be. And considering she spent more on a quick bite from burger princess she suddenly realized why this place was so popular.

Her meal passed quickly, and the mental image of her painting for tonight was fully formed when she walked out of the front of the store. She barely took note of her surroundings reached into her saddlebags, pulling out a small skull cap with speakers built in. She began fiddling with it for a moment before a small blue glow came from a small scrap of fabric that covered her ear. As she pulled out her phone to sync to it, a voice called out behind her. "Hey, she-demon!"

Sunset sighed, suddenly glad she had spent all that time to get a handle on her emotions. Behind her, climbing out of a blue sports car, came Rainbow Dash. Sighing again, Sunset sat her cap and phone down on her bike seat, before turning to face her. "Yes, Rainbow, what do you want?"

Rainbow stomped up to her, her fists clenched as she swung her arms. "What I want is you to stop posting secrets!"

Sunset rolled her eyes, turning back around to set up her skull cap and phone. "I told you it wasn't me Dash. If you don't believe me, I can't help." She heard the footsteps approaching behind her, and ducked as Rainbows arm swept out to grab her. Sunset pivoted on her heel, turning to face Rainbow Dash as she smoothly finished her spin. "Please don't touch me."

Rainbow glared at her, trying to intimidate by getting in Sunset's face. "That profile looks just like you, and the first secrets were things only you could have known."

Sighing in disappointment, Sunset rolled her eyes again. "Or anyone in our group of friends, not like I actually locked that phone or anything. Anyone who knew Applejack’s nickname and could have grabbed my phone is a suspect." Sunset shrugged, as if to dismiss her previous words. "But you already decided it was me, didn't you?"

Rainbow glared at Sunset. "Of course, no one else has any reason too."

"Of course they don't, and neither do I. So, you can go and find someone else to blame because I'm done crying over you!" Sunset began her own advance, putting her forehead within an inch of the shorter girls face. "And I'm not gonna sit here and take your bullshit while you let someone else ruin peoples lives." Sunset jabbed a finger into Rainbows chest, a spark of anger beginning to smolder inside her. "I don't care about Anon-A-Miss. I care about actually important things. Like my job, or paying my fucking rent." Sunset twirled on her foot, turning back to her bike. "So take your egocentric attitude and find someone to blame for all your problems that actually cares, because newsflash, I've gotten a whole lot of practice in not caring about what people think."

Sunset pulled the skull cap over her head, pulling a thin wire from it towards her mouth. She didn't expect the fist that came careening to her skull. As soon as it began to connect, her instincts took over, her body beginning to roll with the punch. It was still disorienting, but she managed to get herself a few feet away from the angry teenager, raising her fists. She raised an eyebrow at Rainbow Dash, who had a truly furious expression on her face. Sunset raised an eyebrow. "Really? You have no clue if I know how to fight, and you try to sucker punch me? That's just stupid."

Rainbow Dash shuffled back from her failed sucker punch to a martial arts stance. "Like I care! You stabbed us in the back! Even after we tried to be your friend! Even after we tried to forget all the nasty shit you did to us!"

Sunset bit back the hurt from that, instead leveling her eyes, and she let her body take full command of itself. "Rule two Rainbow Dash, if you want a fight I won't stop you."

Rainbow closed the gap, appearing to forego conversation to start a brawl in the parking lot of a gas station. Sunset wished she could say this was a low point, brawling a former friend in a middle of nowhere convenience store. But the fact she was still here at all kinda disproved that. So she let her body run itself, doubting Rainbow was going to be any more difficult than a street tough who'd spent their whole life fighting. And Sunset was, in all honesty, a street tough who managed to win a really good education.

Rainbow threw the first punch, which Sunset easily slipped past, not bothering to pay attention as the next few punches came, instead watching Rainbow's face. "You know Rainbow, I've been in quite a few street fights, do you want some tips?"

Rainbow grimaced, clearly fighting down a snarl. "Just shut up she-demon."

And at that moment, that one phrase caused the smallest wrinkle in Sunset's recently contained control. But from the outside, it was almost invisible. The only warning Rainbow Dash got before she let out a kick was a single crease in Sunset's forehead. As the kick was delivered though, Rainbow quite clearly felt how badly she had messed up.

As the leg began to extend towards Sunset, she was already closing in, and as soon as the foot was at chest level her arms were already moving. With minor movements, she forced the kick to miss, and with a single pull, both Sunset and Rainbow were in the dirt. Rainbow’s leg was trapped, with her ankle tight within Sunset’s hands, but a second before she pulled to break it, she paused. It was for less than a second, but it was long enough to alter her plan.

Instead of pulling against the grain, breaking the ankle, she pulled only lightly, smacking it with the side of her hand. Rainbow let out a short cry as Sunset squirmed away, getting some space to stand up. The injured girl tried to rise too, but as soon as she put weight on her right foot she crumpled back onto the ground. Sunset watched for a moment before turning away, talking over her shoulder. "Your ankle is sprained, Rainbow, so you'll need to take it easy for a while." She rested a hand on her handlebars as Rainbow Dash cursed on the ground, and after a moment, she let out a curse of her own, stamping her foot. "Dammit!"

She opened the small storage container under the seat, pulling out an old plastic bag. She dug around in it for a minute before grabbing something from it. That done, she turned back to Rainbow, who was staring between her current place on the ground and her car. Sunset walked up and offered her an outstretched hand. "Look, you think I'm Anon-A-Miss, cool. But now you know that picking a fight with me is stupid, and I have absolutely no desire to see you walking around hurt. So come on, I’ll help you into your car."

Rainbow opened her mouth as if to debate the point, but shut it after a moment. She took the hand without comment, and Sunset hauled it over her shoulder, taking all of Rainbow’s weight off of her right foot. She didn't talk as they moved the small distance, but Sunset filled the silence herself. "If you stay off that ankle for the next couple days, then it should be back to normal by then." She slowly lowered Rainbow into her seat, before handing over the item she grabbed from her bike. "Here's an ankle brace, should make it healthy to walk around a bit."

Rainbow didn't talk, opting to take the brace silently, staring at the dashboard without showing any emotion. Sunset faltered, not to seeing Rainbow Dash this distant, but she was hardly in the right mindscape to used play therapist, especially since she wasn’t that far off of needing one herself. She looked to the gas station momentarily, and saw that Rainbow's gas gauge was resting on empty. She glanced back at Rainbow Dash, grunting at her expression. "Look, you can pout all you want, but pull up to pump three at the gas station, I'll pump for you."

Rainbow nodded numbly, closing her car door and tossing the gears into reverse. Sunset walked into the gas station, her own mind blank. She had never fought someone she considered a friend. Family, sure. But even that was verbal back then, not physical. So without anything in her head, she tossed a twenty on the counter, gesturing to pump three. The cashier nodded and grabbed the bill.

Wandering back out of the station and to the pump, Sunset pulled free the nozzle and unscrewed the cap to the coup. She hit mid-quality, remembering what Rainbow ran in her car without a thought. As it refueled, the driver's window rolled down, and Rainbow's voice came out in quiet, subdued tones. "Hey Sunset, did you do it?"

The girl in question sighed, resisting the urge to run her hand down her face. "Rainbow, let me quote my mom at you: people have heads like mousetraps. Sometimes an idea gets caught in them with barely any effort and can't get loose. But hearts. Hearts can sense truth a lot easier. Hearts don't care about a person’s past, or their race, or even their reasoning. Hearts care about what people do. The world would be a much brighter place if more people thought with their hearts first, and their heads second."

Rainbow scoffed dismissively. "Yeah, but did you do it?"

The pump clicked, and Sunset pulled it free. "I've already told you, and I'm not wasting my breath to repeat myself over and over. Go see Fluttershy and get that ankle looked at, and find a way to get me that brace back when you're better. I may need it yet." Sunset closed the cap and shut the small flap that protected the cap from the elements before slamming her fist on the trunk of the car. "Maybe my advice will help the next stupid fool to befriend you, maybe not. But I said my piece. Pick a fight with me again and I'll probably break your knee." Sunset paused beside Rainbow's window and looked at the girl. Rainbow looked awful. Her eyes were clenched shut, with her mouth closed tightly in a twisted grimace. Sunset knew that a sprained ankle didn't hurt that bad, but maybe Rainbow wasn't as tough as she acted. She leaned in through the window. "But please Rainbow Dash. If our friendship ever meant a single thing to you, don't do it again. I really hate hurting people, especially people I used to think of as my friends." Sunset moved back to her bike without looking behind her. She still had a lot to do today.

***

Sunset went straight home from the restaurant, pushing the incident with rainbow Dash into the back of her mind. She was currently digging a big steamer trunk out from under her alchemy table while tapping on her phone. After a few key taps, she threw the phone on speaker and opened the trunk, revealing it was filled with masks. From her first running mask, which was a simple white face covering, to each of her Flanksy masks. She began rooting through it until the caller answered. "What do you need Flanksy?"

Sunset smirked, the pure bluntness of Feint always improving her mood. "I feel the love, Feint. I wanted to know if you needed any help planning the route tonight?"

There was a disgruntled scoff. "What, can mama Flanksy not let any of her kids out of the cage?"

Sunset let out a chuckle. "Nah, just never ran a route I didn't plan myself. If your good then I'll let you go."

There was a moment of silence before Feint spoke again. "I've got a few routes for five people planned out, you mind running through the North Side tonight?"

Sunset bobbed her head, pulling out a mask. "Cops are pretty tough there, but I'm always up for a challenge. Send my part via email and I'll be ready tonight, normal time?"

There was an affirmative grunt and Feint hung up. Sunset let out a small laugh, flipping the mask in her hand. "Bitch." She hoisted the mask up, inspecting it. It was a reptilian face, that seemed to inspire thoughts of a pinched old man. She smiled at it. "I've never worn, you have I?"

She grabbed her phone again, dialing a number and setting it back down on speaker. She covered her face with the mask, checking her field of view. She smiled wide as she saw almost as well with the mask as without it. There was a click, and Trixie's voice seemed to boom throughout her small sub-basement. "Hello Sunset, what can the great and powerful Trixie do for you?"

Smiling, Sunset pulled the mask off, examining it as she spoke. "Oh, y'know. We're having a surprise run tonight. Do you have some spare smoke bombs we could pick up?"

Trixie paused,and her voice grew quieter. "Oh, well, Trixie has a few spares she could let you have. You like a different mixture the Trixie uses herself, but she can alter some spares easily enough."

Sunset’s smile grew, thankful for the aid. "Thanks, Trix, you're a lifesaver. Also, killer show the other day, I have no clue how you did most of that."

Even over the line, she could practically feel Trixie begin to swell with pride. "Of course, Trixie is a world-class magician, anything less than utter perfection is beneath her."

Sunset rolled her eyes, but a happy expression still decorated her face as she put the mask down beside her. "Watch out Trixie, your ego might hit critical mass soon. Anyways I'll run by your Pa's place about five, will you be there?"

There was a hum that seemed to agree before a loud thunk came through the speaker. "Oh zut, that was our display. Gotta go Sunset, see you at five!"

Sunset clicked off the phone, staring at the mask in front of her. "You need a name." She held it up, and began running through names in her head. "Galahad was the old castle swordsman, but whose name could I give to a Jabberwock?" She ran her fingers over the ridges, trying to think of a fitting name. She ran a finger over the eyes, and for a brief moment, her hand covered the entire eye. She smiled, reaching up to the table to grab her blade and grabbed a few paintbrushes. She calmly ran the knife down the porcelain mask, leaving a rough trench over the eye. "Old One Eye, the Jabberwock that collapsed a hidden valley and heralded the start of the unification. Perfect." She glanced to the clock; an hour before meeting Trixie, so if she finished the final touch-ups on the mask, set that rainbow paint to brew and ran to get the bombs, then hopefully everything would be ready when she got back. That left her just enough time to scrounge dinner, dig her contacts, and head straight to their meet-up point. Her phone beeped with an email, and she glanced down.

She groaned, their meet-up point was on the roof of one of the nicer homes in Canterlot. Which also meant it was on the opposite side of town. "Okay, so I'll have time to scrounge contacts, skip dinner, and hope to the holy light I can make it on time. Swap some things around, no big deal...”

***

The house's rooftop was mostly clear, as Retna scanned the area from his smiley faced mask. He let out a whistle as he glanced back at his companions. "How much does a place like this run, d'ya think?"

Feint scoffed. "More than any of us will probably make in a lifetime, which is precisely why I picked it." Feint was running the laptop tonight, setting up the stream. Normally Flanksy did the setup, but she was running late, if her text was to be believed.

A man was resting on a lounge chair, half-asleep before he jerked awake. "Shit, did I give mom her meds?" The speed of his jerk almost knocked off his cartoon mouse mask, but Brainwash leaned over and fixed it, his own mutant turtle mask providing as much comfort as possible.

"You got her stuff man, rest easy a bit. You got our route in your head?" Brainwash tilted his head as Mouse nodded, before looking over the skyline. "Good, I'd hate to get arrested because you were distracted. Where the hell is Flanksy?"

A voice called up from the ledge in front of him. "Like most things you miss, I'm right under your nose. Now gimme a hand up before a late night walker catches a glimpse of my sexy ass."

Both Feint and Retna looked over as Brainwash leaned down, pulling Flanksy over the lip of the roof. Flanksy dusted herself off and fixed the strap of her backpack. "Thanks, Brainy. Gang all here?"

Brainwash nodded, while Feint spoke up. "You’re late Flanksy, grab a camera and get ready, we're rolling in a few."

Flanksy nodded understandingly, pulling something out of her bag. "Well, I brought two gifts for everyone." She smirked as she looked to Feint. "Since Feint over there called me mama Flanksy, I figured I should spoil all my wonderful children."

The gang froze, staring at Feint. To her credit, she didn't even look fazed, just nodding. "Well, she does tend to worry about us, and she founded our little group. So she's obviously group mom."

Retna paused. "Since I was the first one that joined, does that make me group dad?"

Brainwash scoffed, moving beside Flanksy to try and peek in her bag. "No, if anything you're her rambunctious youngest. I'm probably the annoying older brother." He paused, before pointing a thumb at Mouse. "He's the forgotten middle child."

Mouse clicked his teeth. "Dude, ouch."

Flanksy raised a hand. "Quiet children. Now catch." She slowly tossed each person a single aerosol can. As they all accepted the unmarked cans, Flanksy grabbed her own and shook it. "Now I'm sure you all know I'm a chemist at heart; well here's my latest creation." She pressed down on the nozzle while aiming at the floor, and with a swipe of her hand, a multi-colored rainbow was left in her wake. The gang watched, as slow, astonished gasps escaped them at what they saw; the colors shifted, changing slowly and constantly as time went on. Flanksy smirked under her mask. "Now obviously this is a test build, in the final product I want it to change quicker, but for a first time brewing I'd say it's good."

Feint was the first to speak up. "Interesting, you've managed to make something new. I'll add it into my piece tonight."

Flanksy gave a bow. "Guys, I don't need compliments. Feint calling something interesting is the greatest compliment I've ever received."

There were a few chuckles as each person threw the can into their own bag. Retna tapped Flanksy on the side. "Hey Flanks, you get the memo change about the run tonight?"

Flanksy shook her head, grabbing a camera from the box and hooking it to her chest. "Nah, I didn't even have time to grab dinner; I was trying to force that paint through and lost track of time."

Retna smirked. "Well, Feint was listening on police band and some of the gangs have been getting unruly, so she wants us to run in pairs. She'll go solo and take the short run. Me and you will run to your point, then to mine. Same set up for Brainwash and Mouse."

Flanksy paused. "Is Feint sure she wants to run solo? I can stash the laptop at the rendezvous and run support."

Feint cut in herself. "I'll be fine, I ran here before I was with you guys. Also, you're proving my point mom." Sunset flipped her off, but Feint cut her off. "Modulators on, we're live in five."

Everyone raised a hand to their mask, as Feint dropped her fingers. When the last one dropped the faux-cheery voice blared out. "Hey there everybody. I am the lucky MC tonight since Mama Flanksy's letting me escape from her shadow for a bit." Flanksy angled her camera to her gloved hand, flipping off Feint once more where the whole stream could see.

Feint simply nodded. "And we're doing a charity stream right now, so if anyone feeling super helpful one of our members has a family member who got real sick. If you can open up your heart a bit to donate we're hoping they can get back on their feet and not be crippled with lifelong debt that will grind their souls to dust."

Mouse scoffed. "You really have a way of making everyone get that warm, optimistic feeling don't you Feint?"

Feint simply waved her hand at him. "So let's get this underway. Everyone but me is running in pairs today because some of the local flavors has been feeling all punchy. So Flanksy and Retna are gonna be a pair, and Brainwash and Mouse are another."

Brainwash stepped forward. "And I swear, the first shitty fanfic I find with Mouse railing me I'm gonna go ape. Remember fangirls, I rail HIM."

Mouse blanched. "Dude, that's just wrong."

The rooftop exploded into laughter, but Brainwash just casually walked to the edge. "Well, me and the runt are gonna be heading south. We're going to loop around the park, jump up the small buildings to the east, then I'm gonna spray a local billboard above a strip mall. Then we're gonna jump down, dip to the other side of the park, and hit the museum with Mouse's newest piece."

Flanksy pulled Retna up to the side of the building and pointed towards the skyline. "Well, Retna and I are descending into the heart of darkness. We're going to run down to the city square, slowly making our way up buildings. I'm up first hitting one of those gaudy new TV screens they posted on the city center. But I have no idea where Retna's going because I was late."

Retna laughed, tapping Flanksy on the shoulder. "No worries mom, I'll give you a hand with your Alzheimer’s attack."

Flanksy pushed Retna in the side. "Bet money I'm younger than you asshole."

Retna rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, like I'll ever see that pretty face under your mask. Anyways, here's my deal folks. Straight from our high-risk spray to a nice little secluded spot. I'm gonna hit up a high day traffic alley and get a good sized mural going. Flanksy here inspired me, so I'm gonna do my own fallen angel piece. Though I think mine will be a bit prettier."

Flanksy elbowed him. "You're just gonna give it giant tits and ramp up the sex appeal. Ass."

Retna smiled. "Guilty, so can we get to the fun part?"

Feint nodded, pulling a milk crate out from under a stray plank of wood. "Yep, here's my gift for the day. Since mama Flanksy is letting my collar loose, we're gonna be removing all sorts of shadows." Feint presented a string of metal tubes with pins shoved in them.

There was a moment of silence before Flanksy yelled. "ARE THOSE THRICE-ACCURSED FLASH BANGS?!"

Brainwash sprinted over, grabbing one and holding it up. Feint simply smiled. "The payloads are dialed down. As long as no one touches it when it goes off they're harmless, but yes. They are indeed flashbangs."

Flanksy grabbed one, pulling a small vest from her bag and putting it on over her hoodie. She hooked the flashbang to it before sighing. "Fine, I brought smoke bombs if you want a less explosive option."

She tossed them onto the crate, where more hands reached out to grab them. Brainwash shrugged. "Me and Mouse are kinda stuck without gifts. This was so last minute we couldn't grab much. Sorry about that."

Everyone shrugged as Flanksy tapped Retna's shoulder. "No worries man, I was late, you guys were busy. Life happens." She got to the edge of the roof before looking to Retna. "What about you big man?"

Retna smiled. "I did manage a little gift, but it's something all of you need to keep. I heard about how dangerous things were getting, so at each group first point, I stashed a flare gun under a cardboard box with a smiley face on it. Keep 'em and shoot 'em up if you get in a bad situation. I know we normally use the stream to keep an eye on us, but a backup plan is always nice."

Flanksy rolled her eyes. "Fine, then me and Retna are out. Stay safe kiddies!" Flanksy grabbed a drainage pipe, sliding down the side of the building. She heard someone get on the rail behind her, and as she hit the ground she moved to nearby bushes. "So, all my loyal friends, it appears I got promoted to team mom, so keep an eye on everyone else if I'm your fav, gotta keep my new babies safe."

She heard footsteps behind her, and Retna spoke up. "You enjoying talking to the loyal viewers, or are you finally snapping?"

Flanksy began moving through the bushes, keeping low until they were off private property. "Mostly the first one, though if you have a pocket shrink I would love a free session."

Retna giggled, beginning to climb the gate as Sunset kept watch. "Sadly I'm the family disappointment, so a doctorate is kinda outta my reach."

As he cleared the gate, he nodded, prompting Flanksy to begin her climb. With a grunt, she spoke as she climbed. "Well, if it makes you feel better, in a past life I was well on my way there before I got kicked out anyway."

"Eh, that sounds a fair bit familiar, you know much about the others?"

Flanksy nodded, a little reluctantly. "Being honest, I know more about all of you then you'd probably like. I might have trust issues."

Retna paused. "So how much is that?"

Flanksy looked over the area, pointing to a low dumpster. "There's our way up, we need to start running soon." Retna didn't respond, keeping an eye on Flanksy while they jumped up the dumpster, beginning to climb up the side of a gothic style building. As they reached the halfway point Flanksy paused, answering his question. "How much? I know where you work, I know your names, and I know what each of you are running for. You didn't think the mysterious Flanksy just invites artists right?" Flanksy jumped upwards, grabbing the lip of the roof and rolling over it. She offered a hand to Retna, pulling him up. "I research every artist I stick a hand out to, I want good artists that aren't just trying to get a payday, that way when something like this happens, I actually want to help, instead of questioning people’s motives."

Retna paused as they crested the building, looking over to the city square. "Okay, but shouldn't we get the same-" Retna was interrupted by gunshots. Both Retna and Flanksy hit the deck, with Retna cursing. "Damn, the hell is that?!"

Flanksy peeked her head up, tracking the sound to the roof of a low building nearby. She checked where it was before cursing herself. "Shit, not good." She turned to Retna. "As group mom, you get new orders, go to your point and start your piece, I'm gonna scout that out and keep it from coming your way."

Retna stared at her, his thoughts hidden by a mask. "The hell? No way, we're scrapping this."

He began to turn before Flanksy grabbed his shoulder, looking straight at him. "Look, one of ours needs help, and we're gonna help. If I'm the mom, then we're family, so you get your happy ass to your spot, and use my fancy new paint. Then, when you get to the post-run stream, tell them I'm on my way. I'll try to make it to my point after making sure it's safe."

Retna looked between her and the rooftop she was staring at before biting his lip. "Fine, but if you end up getting shot you damn well better crawl to our point. I'm not gonna be able to sleep right knowing Flanksy died doing some stupid checkup."

Flanksy laughed. "Alright, I'm gonna turn off my cam and get in close, stay safe man." With that she ran off the roof and began crossing the block. Another pair of gunshots echoed out, and she ducked into an alley beside the building. She opened her bag, and started her work. She ripped off her mask, grabbing a blank white one from her bag and throwing it on. She then took off her hoodie, flipping it inside out to show a red hoodie instead. That done she pulled out a small sports bottle. She chugged it down and grimaced as her throat began shifting under the skin. After a moment she spoke again, and the voice of Andromalius was all that was heard. "Well then, let's check this out."

Author's Note

By the power of Red Dead Redemption and Spiderman, I write. Enjoy this absolute unit because I decided to split this chapter so Andromalius would stand on her own for her bit. Next chapter probably won't be as long but will mark the halfway point of the story.

Edited by kitkataddel and posted 2/16/19