Pinkie took a look at the map. Since she and Playa were going to be heading into the industrial sections of Stilwater, she decided that she would check up on some contacts that were there. Now that she was familiar with most of the activity icons on the map, Pinkie decided to head to the places that indicated people who would give them a list of targets to kill and cars to hijack.

Her first stop was a garage in Charlestown where they met the mechanic in charge who was in a wheelchair after being the victim of police brutality. While he would have complained about his lot in life, only for his wife or girlfriend (Pinkie couldn’t say which) to calm him, he lost all train of thought the moment he saw Pinkie before his girl helped him back to his senses. “Right,” he said. “Sorry, I was-”

“You were expecting someone human to help you deliver cars to you for the parts but some models need special customizations that I can only buy at a Rim Jobs before I deliver it because your reputation as a chop shop mechanic has you banned from their stores?”

“Uhh...yeah, how did you know?”

Pinkie giggled. “I’ve heard that before from Samson in Filmore. So where’s the list?”

He shrugged. “It’s tacked up on the wall.” He pointed to the corkboard nearby. Pinkie pronked her way to the board and removed the tacks with her teeth before storing the list in her mane.

“See ya later, Miguel and Jen.” The mare pronked out of the garage.

Miguel’s eyes widened, “How did she-”

“I have this feeling that we shouldn’t question it,” Jen said.

The party mare’s next stop was a hotel near the airport. Pinkamena took over as they walked in. While the staff were less than pleased that a pony casually walked into their hotel, one of the guests there vouched for her being there. She invited the mare to take a seat at the table she occupied.

“I heard about your actions from Marcel.” The woman, Deb, produced a briefcase and placed it on the table. Within was a significant amount of cash. “This...is for you.” She places a number of photos on top of the money. “If...you kill them.” Pinkamena took the photos and left the hotel without a word.

While the Carnales were not particularly upset with them yet, Pinkamena decided to get the matter of the hijackings and assassinations over with.

Pinkamena’s first target, Julia, was seen driving a Reaper, one of Pinkie’s target cars. For this, Pinkamena pulled the old woman out of the car and shot her in the head before stuffing her into a box and putting it in the back of the sedan. Miguel can figure out what to do with the body, she decided.

Thomas was stressing out about his overwhelming workload at the docks that his distressed state became known to his fellow dockworkers. His boss had been piling work on him until he broke and gave him an excuse to fire the dockworker just because he never liked the guy. Thomas suddenly heard the rolling of inline skates on the docks. He turned around and the last thing he ever saw was a pink pony wearing a red baseball cap, and golden inline skates and carrying a bent golden bat.

His head was never found after it had been launched into the sea.

Pinkie found a Destiny, Slingshot, and Bootlegger while she was scouting out the southern parts of Stilwater, two of the cars she had to customize before she gave them to Miguel. Since the mechanic needed a Compton, she grabbed one of the Vice King Comptons that were abandoned after the gang disbanded and gave one to Miguel after customizing it.

Pinkamena made a false emergency claim to the city’s 911 service which was rewarded with an Ambulance within a few minutes. A woman exited the ambulance ready to assist whoever was injured. “911, where’s the injured?” she asked.

The psychotic mare pulls a VICE 9 on her. “Right here.” She shoots the EMT in the head before driving off with the ambulance. She somehow had a feeling that someone was going to pay her for that kill.

Some of the other assassinations were not too spectacular. Gabriel, a utility worker, was blasted in the back by a shotgun and landed on live electrical wiring where someone had “conveniently” left a puddle of water. Chris, a mailman, was simply gunned down while the mare said something about her being paid to “shoot the messenger”. Theresa, an overweight prostitute, was left bleeding out while clutching at her escaping entrails after some crazy pony had sliced her stomach open. Tina spent her last few seconds with a fellow roller skater who happened to be a pony wielding a pistol who shot her in both lungs and once through her throat. She rolled into traffic where a careless driver finished her off. Bill, a construction worker, drove around in a backhoe when he saw a flying bottle of whiskey headed for him. Thankfully his window was closed. Though that didn’t matter as he saw a pink pony with a megaphone sing at a really high pitch through it that shattered the windows of his backhoe and shattered the burning bottle of whiskey, splashing him in alcohol and flames. He tried to jump out to drop and roll but he fell into a “conveniently placed” bonfire where he suffered an agonizing cremation.

The last thing Pinkamena did before returning to the church was call a taxi and throw the driver into traffic before taking the vehicle to a Rim Jobs then to Miguel.

Playa and Dex waited for Pinkamena to show up before beginning the briefing on the Carnales. Once she finally showed up, he began, ”Check this out.” He pointed to the board with photos on it, each one showed Carnales gang members or a leader. “The Carnales were the first organized gang in the city. The way Julius tells it, they owned the whole damn town until Benjamin King stepped up against them. Tell ya what though, I ain’t worried about their history so much as I am the fact that A: the Lopez brothers are crazy muthafuckas, and B: Victor, their enforcer, survived a dozen VK drive-bys.

“Sounds pretty bad right? Now add in that the Carnales are backed by the largest drug cartel in the world, and I think you’ll understand why we’re gonna play this safe instead of pullin’ a Johnny. We cut off their income first, then we go for Hector. Sound good?”

“So basically, we need to turn the Colombians against the Carnales before we can do any real damage to the gang, right?” Pinkamena asked.

“Right, and that starts by destroying their sources of income. The less money coming to the Carnales, the less money the Colombians get and the less profitable their joint venture becomes. There are two drug labs I want you two to blow up: one at The Mills and one at Southern Cross which are separated by Copperton which borders Harrowgate.”

With that, Playa and Pinkamena agreed to each take one lab to get the mission completed quickly and to divert Carnales interest to two areas. Pinkamena took a car to Southern Cross while Playa went to The Mills.

Once Pinkamena got close to her target, the Carnales opened fire on her car. The pink pony jumped out of her car before launching an RPG at her own car which took out several Carnales cars in the process and several thugs as well.

Pinkamena took advantage of the chaos and forced her way into the lab before tossing a grenade at the equipment. She dived into the next room before a huge explosion engulfed the previous room.

Her dive into the next room caused a few grenades to fall out of her mane without their pins before she kicked each one in a different direction, scaring a few Carnales and blowing up others.

With the lab destroyed, the Carnales pulled out of Southern Cross. The Mills were abandoned by the gang shortly after.

Soon, the attention of the Lopez brothers will be focused on the Saints.

Author's Note

I have decided on Los Carnales to be the next gang to be targeted. Sorry to all of you Lin and Donny fans, you're gonna have to wait a little longer.

For this gang, I will be using [ ] for the format for any Spanish being said throughout this gang arc. No need to write out the Spanish and force you to use Google Translate.