Pinkamena took a look at the map and was pleased to see that the Saints owned nearly all of the city. Only the seven neighborhoods owned by the Westside Rollerz were all that stood between the Saints and total ownership of the city, in a sense.

Compared to the Vice Kings and Los Carnales, the Westside Rollerz were the newest gang of the three, with the Saints being the actual newest, and had the least number of neighborhoods to start out with, even if you included Harrowgate.

While Pinkamena was examining what little she knew about the remaining gang, Pinkie chimed in with a question she had been ignoring until now: “So Mena, you give any thought on what you’re gonna do after taking over the city?” Pinkamena’s tense reaction to her counterpart’s question told Pinkie that she hadn’t thought about it. “You know we can’t just go around randomly murdering people all the time. I can understand you killing the meanies of the other gangs, the murders because you were helping somepony for the money to a lesser extent, but what are you going to do when there are no more favors to be done and no more gangs to wipe out?”

Pinkamena was silent for a full minute, stunned because she had put no thought to her own future. She had always gone with the flow of her situation and hoped that she would eventually find her purpose. She always knew that she was not destined to take over her family’s rock farm because otherwise she would have gotten her cutie mark in rock farming a long time ago.

For years before her imprisonment, she had a desire to get into fights and engage in the few vices that Equestria had to offer but they were never enough. Killing those stallions for their attempts to rape her had given her a small satisfaction but there was still something missing.

It was after the unnamed creature had sent her to Stilwater that she felt much closer to her destiny than ever. Despite how she felt about Pinkie living her life in a body that was not originally her’s, Pinkamena also felt like she needed to protect her from the horrors of the city which she, herself, had more understanding than her “technically” sister would. Pinkamena could only hope that she could save her sister from being corrupted by the city. No telling what her friends would think if she returned to Equestria a criminally hardened pony.

Still, Pinkamena had a feeling that her place was with the Saints but even then there was still something missing; something important. If she could figure out what it was, she might be able to realize what her role in life is.

“Mena?”

Pinkamena snapped back to reality and shook her head. “Oh, sorry. I don’t really know what I’ll do once the Saints fully own Stilwater. Maybe you can find some honest job in the city somewhere and make a little extra cash. Other times I may be helping the Saints commit crimes like robbing banks or mugging people in the streets. I might even help distribute drugs to the many junkies in this city since we will be working with the Colombian drug cartel. You may not understand, Pinkie, but I’m good at doing illegal things.

“For now, there are ten more contacts on the map and I’d like to pick up the assassination and chop shop lists before we start moving against the Rollerz.”

Thankfully the meeting places for the remaining chop shop and hitman contacts were only a block apart.

Their first stop was a garage in Chinatown, the neighborhood being west of Southern Cross. Inside, Pinkie listened in on a phone conversation the contact was having with someone. The man seemed particularly nervous and possibly borderline desperate as he tried to assure the other person that he will get the order filled on time.

When he hung up, he hung his head in despair, “I am so fucked.” He looked up to see Pinkie at the entrance to the garage, “Or maybe not.” He approached the pony. “I heard about what you did for Samson and Miguel. Think you can help me too? This guy Wong put in a big order and I’m having a shitty time finding the cars he asked for. If I don’t deliver I’m as useful to him as a used condom. What do you think? Wanna help me find a few rides?”

Pinkie nodded, “Mmm-hmm, I was actually going to see Wong about something else but I can tell him that I’ll be helping you get the cars.”

“Thank you, you’re a life saver.” He handed Pinkie a number of photos of different cars and she pronked her way out of the garage to visit her next destination.

Pinkamena’s destination was a nearby teahouse a block away. An employee saw the mare enter and directed her to a table where an elderly man sat. He wore a bowler hat and a black and green shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a motif of a pair of serpent dragons.

The employee acted as a translator as the elderly man introduced himself in Mandarin and invited her to sit in the provided seat which the mare obliged. “It is an honor to meet you; it is rare in this country to find someone with your tenacity.” He placed a series of photos in front of Pinkamena. “Contained inside are the specifics about a group of men who have wronged my family...go speak to them, but they are not to be harmed.”

The translator howled in pain as Wong shot him in the leg with his pistol then placed said pistol on the table as he continued in english, “He heard me wrong. I wish for them all to be dead...do we have a deal?”

Pinkamena put on a cheerful smile, “I like your version better Mr. Wong.” This made the elderly man smile in return. Pinkamena took a moment to examine the photos when she noticed something about one of them. “Hey, I remember her, I shot her in the head when I hijacked an ambulance that one time.”

Wong was surprised by what the madmare said and turned to the translator. The two conversed in Mandarin which turned heated quickly which earned the translator a shot in the other leg. “That was for not telling me sooner.” Wong handed Pinkamena a hundred dollar bill for killing Jackie the EMT.

A sports fan walked into the teahouse a moment later. Pinkamena and Wong both recognized the man but before Wong could point his gun at the man, the sports fan, Alan, keeled over as Wong noticed a bloodstained kitchen knife sticking out between the victim’s eyes. The patrons of the teahouse panicked and fled the building.

Wong turned to Pinkamena, “You work fast,” he said as he handed the mare the bounty for Alan.

Before Pinkamena left to continue her work, she informed Wong that she was also helping Dennis procure the cars that he wanted to which he was glad to see someone reliable helping him out.

Just like the last time from before she engaged the Carnales, Pinkie drove around hunting for the cars that Dennis needed. She found the Peterliner semi cab on the highway where Pinkamena simply killed the driver with her SMG since he was on Wong’s list. While Pinkamena wanted to try something flashy to kill him, Pinkie also needed his semi cab so the madmare ended up compromising.

After a lot of searching, Pinkie found a Nightingale fire engine and an Attrazione parked in the airport district while locating a Halberd, Westbury, Varsity and Raycaster. Each car was given the necessary modifications and handed to Dennis. The Zenith was a bit of a challenge as the model was known to rarely appear in any of four locations and it took a lot of driving to find the last one.

Dennis was very thankful for Pinkie’s help that he not only provided a free car but also a coupon for a year of vehicle repairs at half off. Pinkie thanked the mechanic and left the garage.

Once Pinkie had her fun it was time for Pinkamena to hunt down her prey.

Charles, a rich person, was the madmare’s next victim as she ended up approaching him dressed as a member of Stilwater police. “Someone hasn’t been paying their taxes,” the mare said. “...so it looks like you need to be punished...severely.” Before Charles could run from the fake officer, she pulled out a nightstick and bashed both of his kneecaps. She then proceeded to shatter every bone in his body until he was a mess of organic paste on the ground, dead after the first few minutes.

One particular person witnessed the brutality of the pony’s onslaught while any normal person would scream in terror, this person saw potential. He was the producer of a television station and what he saw was the potential to put on a show that would get his station high ratings but also put down the weirdo population in Stilwater. “A show about psychopaths dressed as cops going around showing everyone the extreme definition of police brutality huh?” He scratched his chin. “The manager needs to hear this idea right away.” He pulled out his cell phone and started making some calls.

Pinkamena walked around town with a bag of weed hanging from her side like a saddlebag. To some it was a stupid idea but to Pinkamena it was a way to bring in the entertainment as she was attacked by police officers and hippies who were too far gone with their weed addictions. She killed anyone who got too close with her pistol until the one she was looking for, Roxanne, showed up to meet her end. Of course, Pinkamena got a bonus as an FBI agent showed up to investigate her deadly fishing scheme. When Pinkamena saw him, she quickly pulled out her assault rifle and filled him full of holes. With that, she crossed Roxanne and Bill off the list.

Juan and Bucky were the last two on her list and Pinkamena couldn’t help but pity them, not because she had to kill them but because she had to kill them. The madmare shot Juan in the face repeatedly until his face was unrecognizable which she saw as a mercy as it was embarrassing enough to be running around in public in nothing but a speedo which left little to the imagination. In Bucky’s case, he was in a hot dog costume. He did not look like he was advertising any food establishment except to tell everyone that he was dressed as food. For his sake, Pinkamena tackled him to the ground, pulled the pin off a grenade and stuffed it in his suit before running away, leaving the mascot to spend his last few moments panicking.

When she returned to Wong, he was pleased to not only get his cars but everyone he wanted dead were now dead. In gratitude, he offered his services to the Saints and provided the mare with a platinum shotgun, a platinum RPG launcher and a coupon for half off all weapons at any Friendly Fire in Stilwater. Pinkamena was overwhelmed with gratitude that she kissed Wong on the cheek before leaving. While this surprised the elderly man, he let the act slide since she did him a huge favor.

With the assassinations and most of the hijackings taken care of, Pinkamena called Playa and Lin to let them know she was ready to get started on dealing with the Rollerz. Playa and Pinkamena arrived at the Ultor Dome and hid themselves until the undercover Saint was alone.

Lin approached her car alongside a couple of Rollerz who were examining her car. Lin was being aloof with the two so she could get rid of them. The two finally got the message and walked off. “Assholes,” she muttered. Playa and Pinkamena emerged from their hiding place and the three approached each other. “I swear to God, we’re not going to be able to kill these bastards fast enough.” She took a deep breath to calm herself before smoking a cigarette. “Aside from macho bullshit, I haven't heard much. The only interesting news I got is that a shipment of high performance cars is coming in today. It’s not much, I know, so we’re gonna make the best of it. Jack the truck carrying the cars before it makes its delivery and take it to Samson. He’ll load up the cars with a few surprises, then finish the delivery. Now get outta here before someone sees us.”

This mission was straightforward. Once Playa found the Peterliner carrying the shipment, he drove alongside the vehicle while Pinkamena jumped onto the truck cab. Playa dealt with the escort while Pinkamena killed the truck driver with a bo-duke-en into the windshield and smashed his ribs with her hooves before tossing his body onto the highway while Pinkie took over and handled driving the truck to Samson’s garage in Saint’s Row. Resistance was minor as the pursuing Rollerz ended up destroying their vehicles by smashing themselves against the trailer.

Once the truck was delivered, Pinkie and Playa could only wait until Samson finished his modifications before their efforts against the Rollerz could continue. Playa spent this time spraying over old Carnales graffiti and collecting CDs on the ground in those areas while Pinkie pulled up her map to see what contacts were left that she could assist.

Author's Note

This is a gang arc that I'm not very fond of.