Pinkamena and Playa returned to the loft at the Row to get some sleep after their eventful night taking the main drug factory from the Carnales.

Before they went to bed though, they received a call from Dex that they found a memo that said that Hector Lopez was meeting with the Colombians tomorrow night and that they would be packing some serious firepower. He had a plan to deal with that but it would have to wait until tomorrow evening before they knew.

With that, the duo went to sleep to prepare for their big day tomorrow.

The next day, Playa and Pinkamena realized they had a lot of time to spend before the meeting so Playa decided to spend this time going around the northern island painting over Vice King graffiti and looking for music CDs left on the ground while Pinkamena went into Carnales territory to provide aid to more of the Saints’ contacts.

It was during the drive that Pinkamena received a call from Julius to inform her that the Carnales received another big shipment of drugs at the Stoughton Shipyard which was just south of the Pilsen factory. Instead of stealing more product however, Julius wanted the shipment disposed of.

Once Pinkamena arrived at the shipyards, one of the Saints drove in with a bulldozer that she could use to dispose of the shipments. However, Pinkamena opted not to use the bulldozer in favor of her own strength.

Despite the contempt she still held for her parents, she still learned many of the Pie family secrets to rock farming; among these was the secret to using one’s earth pony magic to actively boost one’s strength beyond the levels that the passive magic gives. Maud had mastered this technique better than her sisters had but Pinkamena was still quite skilled with it, even if she still had to shake off ten years of rust. Thankfully, Pinkie managed to keep her body in a somewhat decent shape from all of her running around for her many parties.

Pinkamena spotted the first shipping container and charged at it before delivering a powerful blow from her right forehoof, sending the container flying into the sea.

“Tch,” Pinkamena swore, “I really have gotten rusty. Before, I could clear at least a mile with a boulder.”

Wasting no more time and with the Carnales after her, Pinkamena went to the next few shipping containers and bucked them into the sea while cutting a swathe through the Carnales defenders by severing limbs with her knife or blowing up cars with her party cannon.

The last container was guarded by a Carnales with an RPG so Pinkamena decided to fight fire with party cannon by blowing up the thug and sending the container into the sea at the same time. The explosion left a red smear on the container and no sign of the body after the blast.

The Carnales retreated from the shipyard and the Saints claimed Stoughton.

“How did you do that Mena?” Pinkie asked. “I thought Applejack was the only pony I knew who was strong enough to move something like that...well, her and Big Mac.”

“Applejack is a strong pony who kept herself strong through years of bucking apple trees. Because of that, she has physical strength from her daily exercise on top of her earth pony magic. However, the Pie family knows a technique that allows us to use more earth pony magic than what we passively use. It was developed for the purpose of rock farming. It’s also how Maud appears so strong despite the many hours she spends studying those rockology textbooks.”

“Ooooooohhhhhhh…” Pinkie realized. “But how come mom and dad never taught the technique to me?”

“Because they knew from the moment you got your cutie mark that rock farming wasn’t going to be in your future.”

“Oh,” Pinkie frowned, then considered something, “Can you teach it to me?”

“No. One: I’m still rusty myself after ten years of solitary confinement. Two: You don’t really need the technique because you don’t need the extra strength for your parties. Three: It’s a secret family technique that would give the Pie family unwanted publicity and having you show it off in the event we get back to Equestria would cause ponies to ask questions that don’t need answering. Plus, your sisters will get mad at you, me included.”

Pinkie pondered on what Pinkamena said and realized she was right about her wanting to show it off if she learned it and decided to drop that matter. However, another part of what she said made her curious, “Wait, are you saying we’re sisters, like real sisters?”

Pinkamena sighed, she knew that she would eventually bring it up. “Yes Pinkie, we are technically sisters. You were born as a Pie and you were raised as a Pie just like myself, Maud, Limestone and Marble so we are sisters. Now can we get back to the matter of our present situation? We’re nearing one of our contacts and it looks like it’s going to be another request to join a series of races so you’re up.”

Pinkie, to Pinkamena’s annoyance, squeed in her head all the way to the contact’s location.

Once they arrived, Pinkamena managed to get her overexcited counterpart to calm herself enough to approach the contact without the excess energy affecting her speech patterns. The contact was staring at a magazine before he hurriedly put it away to address the mare.

“H-hey, what’s up...look you didn’t see any-”

“Don’t care. You’re the guy who can get us in the races so do so and we can avoid talking about your potentially weird habits.”

“Uhh...r-right. I’ll just go and get you signed up.” The man, Lorenzo, ran off as fast as he could.

The races were about the same as the ones from the northern island. Pinkie was once again driving like a wacky cartoon character, leaving the others in the dust. Once again, Pinkie left the racers wanting to get their eyes examined.

With that trivial task complete, Pinkamena noticed the sun was setting and it was almost time for the meeting with the Columbians. Dex called earlier and told her to meet him and Troy at the Friendly Fire at Saint’s Row. She headed straight there.

Inside the store, Pinkamena noticed the shopkeeper doing a presentation of a McManus sniper rifle for Dex, Playa and Troy.

“I’ll take it,” Dex said after the shopkeeper finished her presentation.

“Lovely. Would you like it gift wrapped?” the storekeeper asked.

“No, that’s okay.”

“Great, let me run this.”

Dex turned to Playa, “Tight job on that lab, dawg. Now, Hector Lopez, leader of the Carnales, is meetin’ with the Colombians tonight at the Poseidon Alley docks. With the amount of firepower that’s going to be there, just showing up and rushin’ ‘em would be suicide. Take ‘McManus’ here and find a nice tall building and wait. When Hector makes his move with the Colombians, take your shot.”

“When it all goes down...” Troy added. “...the first place the Carnales is gonna look is right at the Colombians. They’re gonna think they got fucked bad. Aight. You should have no problem sneaking out in the confusion.”

“Just the same, I’d get the fuck out of there. Who knows what could happen.”

Pinkamena noticed a certain tone in his voice that indicated that he left something out. She decided to let the matter lie for the time being and got into one of Playa’s cars as he drove the two of them to Poseidon Alley.

Much to Pinkamena’s aggravation, Playa’s bad driving had cost them precious time; time they could not afford to waste as the meeting would be starting at any minute. Once they arrived, Playa climbed up a warehouse staircase to the rooftop while Pinkie decided to try something devious.

Hector arrived with three cars full of escort detail while the Colombians waited for their guest to arrive. Once the Carnales leader and the Colombian representative met face to face, Pinkie looked around the warehouse rooftop to find the Saint was not in position yet, which was fine because she had her own plan as she snuck into the nearby tanker’s shipwide radio room.

As the two representatives discussed their latest deal, a shipwide broadcast was heard from the nearby ship in Spanish, [“He’s wearing a wire!”]

While the Carnales guards moved to the ship to investigate the broadcast, the Colombian representative was curious about the mysterious message and narrowed his eyes at Hector with suspicion before walking up to him and ripping his shirt open, revealing a police issue recording device taped to his chest.

[“What?!”] Hector exclaimed. [“This was not here before. How the fuck did this thing get on my chest?!”]

At the Stilwater police department, one of the officers who had been tasked with taking inventory of their equipment had noticed one of their recorders had gone missing. This officer didn’t want to be bothered with looking for missing equipment because his shift was nearly over so he just assumed that it had been issued to one of the investigators and they forgot to sign off on taking it. With that, he finished taking inventory while ignoring the gap.

Suddenly, at least a dozen guns were pointed at the Carnales leader. [“So, you planned to betray us after all this time?”] The Colombian representative chucked while shaking his head in disappointment. Before he could decide Hector’s fate, police sirens were heard in the distance and getting closer. [“A pity. You will simply die instead of suffering for this betrayal like the mongrel you are.”] Before Hector could plead his case, the representative shot him in the head before ordering his guards to quickly withdraw. On his way back to his boat, the representative looked back at Hector’s corpse and emptied his magazine into his chest, destroying the recorder.

Meanwhile, Pinkamena decided to handle Hector’s escorts by luring them into one of her predator and prey games by locking them inside the ship and hunting them down one by one.

Once the police arrived, they arrested the remaining Carnales members at the docks while Pinkamena was long gone after acting out her latest horror scenario.

Playa was disappointed that he never got to use his new sniper rifle.

Playa and Pinkamena regrouped and snuck away from the scene and headed back to the Row. On the way, the duo decided to add insult to injury by heading to the Black Bottom Refinery that was near Poseidon Alley and letting Playa paint over all of the Carnales graffiti on the refinery equipment while Pinkamena did what she loved: butcher every Carnales that came by to disrespect Playa’s art.

Author's Note

Remember that I'm using the [ ] format for whenever people are speaking Spanish...mainly because I really don't want to try to type out upside down punctuation that the language mainly uses when the sentences end in a question mark or an exclamation point.