After Angelo’s latest attempt to rid Stilwater of the Colombian representative, Manuel Orejuela, Julius received the address of the Lopez Mansion where Angelo resided. Given that only three neighborhoods remained in Carnales control, even if Angelo escaped a raid on his house, there would only be two places he could hide and one of them provided the best means out of the city.

Since Angelo was as predictable as he was foolish, Pinkamena felt like she had plenty of time to take out the last of the Carnales leadership. For now, she needed to take care of a couple more contacts that resided near the airport. She also needed to tighten the noose a little around the Carnales’ proverbial neck by taking one of their remaining neighborhoods.

Deciding on helping the contacts first, Pinkie drove to the airport to take care of them. On the way, Pinkamena had her counterpart stop at the airport hotel first so she could claim her reward from Deb. A few minutes after entering the hotel lobby, the party mare exited the hotel with a briefcase full of cash and a gold-plated pistol.

Her next stop was the strip club, Turbulence. There she found a guy sitting by himself counting money. He noticed the pony while he was doing so and addressed her, “Hey, aren’t you the one who helped Bruno some time ago?”

“You mean the one who wanted me to drive a few strippers around Stilwater so they could satisfy a bunch of clients with weird fetishes while I spent hours dodging news vans and other things that show up out of thin air but are really just randomly spawned because of game mechanics and are programmed to be reckless drivers?” Pinkie said without a care.

The guy, Jack, decided to ignore the last part for the sake of avoiding an existential crisis. “Uhh...yeah. You wanna do it again?”

Pinkie nodded, “Yuppers.”

“Okay, car’s out back.” Jack pointed to the back of the building.

The task went about the same as last time except it was Pinkie using the paintball gun this time to cause accidents when some news vans were being particularly aggressive. Pinkie was still adverse to killing people so whenever a client requested someone get taken out, Pinkamena had to take over for a moment so her sister wouldn’t have to do it. Apparently, the murder fetish was more common in Stilwater than the madmare thought.

To Pinkamena’s disappointment, while they got the usual payment, they also ended up with clothes to expand Playa’s wardrobe. At that moment, the madmare wondered if she should just let Playa handle the task of driving prostitutes around but thought better since she was taking the cash for herself anyway.

The other activity in the airport neighborhood was in a garage not far from the airport itself. Pinkie met with a man with a deep gravelly voice and wearing a brown overcoat and hat.

The man, Ralph, was a man who was strictly business. “My shipping company is fucked and I need help. I’ve got a list of shipments from our competitors ...you go and rob these mother fuckers blind, ya hear me? You keep whatever money you make, I just want those bastards to be hurtin’. You in?”

Pinkie nodded vigorously and left the garage to fetch Ralph’s cars. While neither mare were still sure what stealing a few cars had to do with stealing shipments, as long as they were getting paid it didn’t matter.

The first half of the requested stolen cars were taken straight from the remnants of the Carnales themselves. While the response from the gang was typical, the gang still tried to pursue the party mare alongside the police who pursued her for their own reasons. Neither group could keep up with Pinkie and quickly gave up after a few minutes of chase. The last four vehicles were not met with Carnales resistance but the police used stronger measures to try and stop the party mare and failed. The biggest embarrassment to the police was when she stole one of their SWAT vehicles and got away with it.

Once again, the mare was rewarded with cash and human clothes. As tempted as Pinkamena was to shoot Ralph in the back for the useless reward, she decided her energy would be better spent taking the last Carnales stronghold.

Pinkamena dialed her phone and invited Playa and Johnny to help her take over Charlestown. Once the three arrived near the Charlestown warehouse, Johnny updated them on the situation.

“Thanks for lettin’ me in on the fun,” Johnny said. “On my way here, Julius told me that Angelo wanted to call in more muscle after what you did to Victor. We’re gonna make sure Angelo doesn’t get his money’s worth.

Taking out the initial defenses in the warehouse was effortless as each took out two of the defenders. All that remained was to wait for the hired help to arrive. To entertain the trio in the meantime, wave after wave of Carnales arrived to secure the warehouse. Ultimately, the entertainment turned into a killing competition between Johnny and Pinkamena while Playa was disqualified for being sorta mute. No sense playing if you aren’t even going to say how many you killed.

Johnny sprayed several waves of Carnales with arcs of bullets from his assault rifle while Pinkamena started throwing molotovs and grenades into those using the dead as human shields against the gunfire. When Pinkamena’s Pinkie Sense went off to warn her of a large number of Carnales coming their way, she threw a number of pipe bombs at the entrance she was expecting them to approach. Once the cars arrived, they were met with a number of explosions that totaled most of the cars and damaged the ones nearby. In the back of the wave were a pair of muscular thugs carrying RPGs. One launched a rocket at Pinkamena only for her to pull out a huge U-bend pipe which the rocket flew into and out in the direction of the one who launched it. The hitman got a facefull of RPG before it blew his face and head into a bloody paste that landed on the wall behind him. The explosion also sent everyone nearby flying while some caught fire.

“Way to aim buddy…” Pinkamena yelled as she tossed the pipe away.

The other hitman decided to take his chances with someone who wasn’t a cartoonishly crazy pony and aimed his RPG at Playa. Of course by then, Playa and Johnny had already gotten too close for him to use his launcher without consequence so he settled for his shotgun but ended up getting peppered by Playa’s shotgun instead while Johnny was assisting with his assault rifle turning the guy into swiss cheese. The hitman was stubborn, however, but as he was about to retaliate while the others were reloading, a knife flew into his left eye to force him to focus on the pain instead of the fight. Another wave of bullets finished him off.

“So who won?” Johnny asked. “I got twenty-eight.”

“That last one was only partial credit since that was a three way assist kill. Thirty-three by the way. I counted the number that got roasted when they drove over those pipe bombs. I counted twenty-six for you and twenty from Playa.”

“What!?” Johnny exclaimed. “That last one was so my kill, even if Playa was helpin’ and you threw a knife in his eye. How did you count all our kills anyway?”

Pinkamena giggled while she pulled her knife out of the hitman’s eye socket, “Never underestimate someone who can keep track of the names of everypony in her hometown. And I know the names of every pony that lives in that town.”

Johnny grunted, “Fine, you win this time but next time’s gonna be different.”

As the trio exited the warehouse, Playa got a call from his phone from Dex. Pinkamena’s sensitive hearing was able to pick up on the call: “Hey man, I checked out that address Manuel gave us. It’s legit. Pick me up at the church; I want to be there when we take that bastard out.”

Johnny, Playa and Pinkamena drove back to the church to pick up Dex. On the way, Johnny and Pinkamena talked about some of the kills they made in the past. Pinkamena mentioned the time she tricked the Colombians into killing Hector Lopez and how she captured Victor Rodriguez and tried out the Colombian execution technique she learned from Orejuela. Johnny discussed a few of the kills he made in the past as well.

The trio arrived at the church just in time as Playa was starting to feel like a third wheel. Dex saw the car pull up and quickly hopped into it. “I know this isn’t my style, but after that shit at the church, I wanna make sure Angelo gets what’s comin’ to him,” he said.

“Finally startin’ to talk sense, Dex,” Johnny said.

On the way to the Lopez mansion, Dex mentioned his distrust for Manuel and how he could sell them out whenever he wanted. Pinkamena countered that she’d sell someone out too if they decided to piss her off. The rest of the trip was spent in silence while Dex thought about what she said.

Once they drove up to the mansion, Dex requested for Playa not to let him get killed.

The four jumped out of their car and started attacking every Carnales at the mansion, and there were a lot of them. However, the defenders, while numerous, were also armed with basic equipment and had little protection from the firepower brought against them. Angelo ran across the terrace of the mansion and took cover in another room in the house. The Saints ran into the mansion and up the stairs, dropping everyone wearing a red shirt.

Soon the group ran across the terrace and found Angelo holed up in the room prepared to shoot anyone that entered. Unfortunately for him his gun jammed and he jumped out the window and down to the ground. Playa shot a few rounds at Angelo as he fled for his garage and wounded him. Playa, Pinkamena and Johnny jumped to the ground level to give chase but Angelo had gotten into his car and drove off. Dex drove up to Playa and demanded he get in so they could chase him.

Unfortunately, Dex in his rush or perhaps on purpose had left Johnny and Pinkamena behind. Sighing their irritation at the Saints lieutenant, the duo decided to clear out the rest of the mansion’s defenders and left the matter of Angelo to Dex and Playa.

The task of removing the Carnales presence in the mansion took about ten minutes since there were few left after the initial rampage. However, Johnny was still a little salty about getting left behind while Dex and Playa went after Angelo.

“Much as I love this kind of cleanup, sucks that we didn’t get a shot at Angelo,” Johnny complained.

“Actually, I doubt Dex and Playa will be able to take out Angelo, not with either of them driving,” Pinkamena said.

“What do ya mean?”

“Angelo is reckless and hotheaded, kinda like you, no offense. He’s probably going to pull some stupid stunt where he will get lucky and pull it off, leaving the two of them in the dust. Dex is too careful with his driving and Playa couldn’t drive his way out of a cereal box.

“I have a good idea where Angelo is going to go and I say we head him off.”

Johnny had a feeling that whatever the mare was cooking up it was going to be amazing, “So what’s the plan?”

As Playa was returning to the church, Dex drove up next to him and demanded that he get into his car immediately and drive them to the airport. With precious seconds to spare, the duo arrived at the airport in time.

Angelo was shouting at his girlfriend, Luz, on the phone who was having trouble deciding what shoes to take with her. Angelo became extremely impatient with her but still gave her a chance to come with him before the plane took off.

Angelo’s plans with Luz were interrupted however when a car started barreling its way into the airport. When Angelo saw the car, he knew he was out of time and decided to board the plane without Luz.

Thankfully for Angelo, the intruders were being kept busy trying to dodge his elite Carnales who actually knew how to aim a rocket launcher so he would have time to escape Stilwater.

Unfortunately for Dex and Playa, they spent too much time dealing with the rocket launchers and the plane ended up taking off.

“Fuck, we were so close,” Dex whined.

Angelo sat back in his private jet and breathed a sigh of relief as he had managed to escape with his life intact. Sure, he had abandoned Luz, but she decided to fall for that Colombian instead of staying faithful to him. He swore to return to Stilwater one day and avenge his brother. He would return with a well trained army that would utterly crush the Saints for thinking they could stand against the oldest and strongest gang in Stilwater.

“I’m gonna go take a shit,” one of Angelo’s bodyguards said before he sat up and headed to the lavatory.

“[Make sure you spray,] the last thing I need is to spend the rest of this flight smelling your shit,” Angelo said.

Angelo heard some soft sounds coming from the lavatory after the bodyguard went inside but didn’t think much of it. The sounds grew louder and what sounded like impacts could be heard.
“[Fuck man,] do you need a laxative or something?”

The sound of flushing could be heard and the lavatory door opened a few seconds later. Angelo did not expect to see a Saint walking out. The Saint had white hair that was black at the roots, wore a pair of sunglasses, a purple jacket and had a look that told him he was looking forward to kicking his ass.

Angelo jumped out of his seat and pulled out his pistol and took aim at the Saint.

Behind Angelo, the door to the cockpit opened and the strangest looking creature emerged. She was a pink-colored equine-like creature with a long dark pink mane and tail and an image of three balloons on her flank. She had a look of sadistic glee on her face.

He was surrounded on both sides and this time Victor was not coming to save him. No one was coming to save him.

Just as he was about to fire a round at Johnny, the Saint grabbed his arm with the gun in hand and twisted it until it fell out of socket, dropping the gun. Angelo leaned back and tried to pull away from Johnny but Pinkamena used the opportunity to turn around and buck him with both rear hooves into his lower spine, severing it. With his legs crippled, Angelo fell to the floor. He tried using his last good arm to reach for his gun but was grabbed by Johnny who pulled that arm out of socket.

Rendered unable to fight, Angelo only had his words left, [“Burn in hell you bastards!”]

Pinkamena decided to clear up any misunderstandings for Angelo, “Before we kill you Angie, I want to let you in on who really killed your brother and enforcer. You see, Angie, I had a police recorder planted on Hector without his knowledge. All I had to do was let the Colombians know that it was there and they made their own assumptions. I personally captured and killed Victor with my own hooves. All Manuel did was tell me of a really interesting Colombian execution method. As for Luz, that was your own petty jealousy that blinded you. But with how you are now, I doubt she would stay with you. Doesn’t matter anyway as it seems as if a bird has clogged the engine which will lead to this plane crash landing into the runway...at least that’s what the media will say. Bye-bye.”

With that, Pinkamena bucked Angelo back into the cockpit that the mare had sabotaged before she exited the cockpit. Johnny and Pinkamena both put on a parachute bag and opened the main door to the plane and jumped out of the plane. The sound of cursing in Spanish could be heard for two seconds before fading in the distance.

Dex and Playa watched as the plane that carried Angelo was coming back and was heading for the runway at a bad angle. As smart as Dex was, he knew where the matter was headed so he drove away from where the plane was likely to crash. After he heard the impact, he looked up again and saw Johnny and Pinkamena coming down from the sky with parachutes. Palm met face, “Fuck, did I really just get outplayed by Johnny and Pinkamena?”

Before he could lament about how two psychoes beat him to the punch with Angelo, a red car drove up next to his car. A woman with a bag exited the vehicle while Playa pointed his pistol at her. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed.

“What are you doing here?”

“I--I--was supposed to leave with Angelo.”

Dex looked at the bag, “So what’s in here? Guns? Money? Some uncut shit? ...Shoes?”

“Actually, they’re this season’s new--”

Playa interjected, “Bullshit, that’s last year’s fall collection.”

“Spoken like a guy who keeps a diverse wardrobe,” Pinkamena said as she and Johnny approached the scene.

“Fuck, whatever, let’s just go you two. I need a drink or three after today,” Dex said.

“That bad of a mood, huh?” Johnny said.

“Fuck you, Johnny.”

“So what am I supposed to do now?” Luz asked.

“I don’t fucking care.”

“I have no place to go!”

“See answer ‘A’.”

“But you can’t just leave me here!”

“How about this, You drive away as fast as you can and I won’t use your internal organs as ingredients for my next batch of cupcakes which I will feed to the Rollerz,” Pinkamena threatened while brandishing her knife.

Luz quickly dove into her car and drove off in a panic, knocking over various objects in her reckless escape.

“That...was dark. But at least you got the message across.” Dex muttered.

Pinkamena and Johnny took Angelo’s car and drove back to the church since Dex’s car was a two seater.

With the leadership dead, the Carnales gang dropped their flags as the news hit them. All assets owned by the Lopez brothers were seized by the Saints.

Two gangs had fallen and one gang was all that stood between the Saints and total control of the city.

Author's Note

We have come to the end of Los Carnales arc. Only one gang remains before we wrap up SR1. Hope all you Lin fans are ready because the Westside Rollerz are up next.

Yes, I did throw in a 'Cupcakes' reference. I'm pretty sure the readers already knew this story involved that kind of Pinkamena. Still, my intent for this story is to turn a psychotic antagonist into an anti-hero so I hope i'm doing an okay job on that front.