The situation with Lin’s undercover work had taken a dangerous turn. Of course, Sharp was not as sharp witted as his namesake implied as it only took two counterattacks and an attack on Donnie’s garage for him to suspect Lin as a spy for the Saints.

Pinkamena knew that if the Saints were going to put an end to the Rollerz, Sharp needed to be taken out.

Unfortunately for Pinkamena, her plans would have to be put on hold as she received a phone call from Julius to inform her of some Rollerz activity involving Sharp bribing some corrupt jurors to go easy on some of the Rollerz who were arrested by the police. Julius wanted Pinkamena to raid the apartments in Tidal Spring and take out the jurors.

During her climb up the apartment building, Pinkamena made full use of the HUD in her vision to locate the corrupt jurors while cutting a swathe through the Rollerz resistance protecting the building. Some of the Rollerz were killed when she bucked them off the building. Each housing unit in the building was turned into a horrific murder scene as Rollerz and residents alike were sliced to shreds by Pinkamena’s kitchen knife. Blood and gore sprayed everywhere.

After killing her second juror, she heard the sound of police sirens just outside of the apartment building. Looking over a balcony, Pinkamena noticed police cars and SWAT vehicles surrounding the building while police helicopters hovered over the place.

Pinkamena suspected that this might have been a trap set up by Sharp to get her arrested. Of course, it might have also been possible that the remaining jurors called the police on her. Regardless, she had a job to do and nobody was going to stop her.

After bloodying up the third juror’s house, Pinkamena turned her attention to the other half of the building on the other side of a lane where a few SWAT vans were located. Police resistance was light so she managed to get past them with almost no effort.

For the other half of the building, Pinkamena decided to get some use from her shiny weapons so she pulled out her platinum SMG and her gold pistol and gave each Roller a taste of lead.

The disappointing part of the assault was that the police were next to useless since all they did was sit around. She didn’t have a hostage which should have sent the police swarming at her in waves. But no, all they did was sit around and deny the madmare even a small challenge.

Adding to Pinkamena’s disappointment, once she killed the fifth and final juror, the police backed off and left the apartment with their tails between their legs. “No wonder this city has rampant crime if the police are this useless,” she thought to herself. She honestly couldn’t decide which was more useless, the Stilwater police department or Celestia’s Royal Guard.

First, the Vice Kings had the police going easy on them because they were bribed with a share of the profits from their protection rackets and only when the threat of Monroe’s dirty little secret being exposed was made known did he actually do something useful.

Another incident involving the police was when their headquarters was being attacked and raided for all the stolen drugs. They threw everything they had at the Saints and they still managed to get away. The police should have known where the drugs were headed and yet they gave up when the delivery truck made it to Saint’s Row as if their jurisdiction didn’t reach them.

Regardless of the police’s incompetence, the task was finished, half of the suburbs belonged to the Saints and now it was time to plan her move against Sharp.

As she thought that, her phone rang. As expected, the call came from Lin. Now she had to determine whether or not Sharp had gotten to her yet. Accepting the call, Pinkamena answered, “Yeah?”

“Hey, meet me at the pool hall near the Ultor Dome. The Rollerz are getting into something big.”

“Can you give me any details?”

“No, there are too many around for me to say anything over the phone. Come quickly.” The call ended after that.

“So are we going over there to see what she found out?” Pinkie asked.

“No, I picked up on the desperation in her voice. I should know given how many I’ve tortured so far. Sharp has already made his move and has most likely captured Lin.”

Pinkie gasped. “We have to save her!”

“That would be a bad idea. I can tell Sharp is a clever person. He’s expecting a rescue attempt but that is all part of his trap. He likely intends to get rid of us and Lin at the same time.”

“But we have to do something. We can’t just leave her there.”

“I don’t intend to. What we need is a stick for this mousetrap.”

“Mena, we’re talking about Lin. Why are you suddenly talking about sticks and mice?”

Pinkamena sighed as hoof met face, remembering how much of a ditz her sister can be. “I was being metaphorical. I’m saying we need to use someone to try to rescue Lin in our place and spring the trap. Hopefully Sharp will have a flair for dramatic killings and won't kill them immediately.”

Pinkamena took out her phone and dialed Playa’s number. Once the sound of someone answering their phone reached her ears, she spoke, “Playa, Lin’s been captured at the pool hall at the Ultor Dome neighborhood. Can you go rescue her? I have some business to attend to. Also, keep this call going. I’ll hang up once I don’t need the call going anymore.”

A few minutes later, Pinkamena was observing the pool hall from a rooftop with a pair of binoculars. Playa soon arrived and pulled out his guns and began shooting up the place. As expected, Playa walked into an ambush but the madmare knew the man of few words could handle a few thugs. Once the gunfire died down, Playa’s footsteps could be heard just before a loud, heavy impact could be heard.

“It’s a shame you’re not the pony I’ve heard about. I’ll have to find another way to trap her later,” said the voice of Sharp.

The sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance. “Sounds like the cops are comin’ Mr. Sharp.,” said one of the Rollerz members.

“Let’s take our guests for a ride, shall we?”

Another heavy impact was heard over the phone followed by the sound of bodies being dragged. Pulling out her binoculars, Pinkamena saw the unconscious Playa and Lin being stuffed into the trunk of Lin’s car. As Sharp was driving off in Lin’s car, Pinkamena jumped off the roof and landed in the backseat of someone’s car. Threatening the driver at gunpoint, he fled his car and ran away as fast as he could. Pinkamena got into the driver’s seat and chased after Sharp.

With the majority of Rollerz taken out in the Ultor Dome neighborhood, the Saints moved in and claimed the area.

Pinkamena chased Sharp to the coast where he parked the car near the edge of the water.

“Hey, I think we stopped moving. Are you listening? Are you even alive? Say something!” Lin said before Playa kicked her. “Ow! I’ll take that as a yes. Where the fuck’s my lighter…”

“What are you doing driving Lin’s ride, Mr. Sharp?” Donnie’s voice could be heard outside the trunk.

“I’m glad you could make it, Donnie. There’s something I want you to see,” Sharp said.

“Stay calm, we’re gonna get outta this.” Despite Lin trying to reassure Playa she was clearly concerned that they were going to die.

The trunk opened and Donnie was surprised to find Lin who desperately tried to explain herself to him. Before she could, Sharp shot her and Playa in their chests, each in a lung. “LIN!” Donnie yelled before Sharp shut the trunk.

“Take a deep breath and count to ten, Donnie.”

“Count to ten? You just shot my girl!”

“Yes, it’s tragic,” Sharp said in his usual sarcastic tone. “Could you give me a hand here?” Sharp began pushing the car into the water.

“Why did...why did you…” Donnie said with clear indication of confusion.

“Lin was working with the Saints,” Sharp explained. “Now would you give me a ha-AARRGH!” Sharp fell to his knees. Donnie looked at Sharp to see why he was screaming and discovered a--

“Knife in your back,” came the voice of someone who scared Donnie to no end.

Sharp groaned as he looked behind him to see the pink pony that his nephew and Donnie had been talking about. “You’re the one who has been giving Joseph’s gang such a hard time? Everything about you seems so impossible...your actions, your appearance, even how you managed to throw a knife into my back. How is it that something like you exists?”

“You can think about that while you’re taking their place in that trunk.” Pinkamena then punches Sharp out with a forehoof. She opened the trunk and tossed Playa and Lin out before tossing Sharp inside.

Donnie was shocked about what the mare was about to do. “W-what do you think you’re doing? That’s my best friend’s uncle.”

Pinkamena closed the trunk and pulled out her phone to end her ongoing call with Playa before looking at the mechanic. “And so what? You know the Saints aim to remove the Rollerz from the city and that means Sharp and Price are going down. He tried to kill Lin and Playa and I simply flipped the script on him. Your best friend is next and you’re looking at the pony who played a major role in the downfall of the Carnales and the Vice Kings. Right now, you have three choices: You either drop your flags, change them to purple or you can join your friend’s uncle in the trunk. Choose wisely, Donnie.”

Donnie thought about his choices for about a minute. If he joined the Saints, it would be a huge betrayal to his best friend, one he doubted Price would ever forgive. If he stayed loyal to the Rollerz, he doubted he would see tomorrow if even half of the rumors he heard about the pony were true.

In the end, he only had one choice that wouldn’t be a betrayal to Price but would also let him live. He still cared about Lin so pulled out his phone and dialed 911 to report two injuries at his current location before putting his phone away and driving away in his car, intent on having nothing more to do with the gang war.

Pinkamena couldn’t blame Donnie for the choice he made. Any person in their right mind would have chosen life. She also felt sorry for the mechanic because she was planning to kill his best friend and there was nothing he could do about it without dying in vain.

When Pinkamena thought about it, she probably wouldn’t be able to understand how Donnie felt about losing his friend when she never had friends to begin with. She was pretty much a bitch to the ponies she met in Equestria so she never made any pony friends. Sure, she had the Saints but what was she to them? Julius was pretty much her boss. Troy was an undercover cop who was concealing his true intentions. She didn’t like Dex because he often acted like he was better than everyone else. That mess with trying to meet Manuel Orejuela without consulting Julius was one example. Lin and Playa were associate and partner in crime respectively. She had no idea what she was to Playa since he only spoke once during each gang arc. Johnny might be the closest thing she had to a friend in this world. Pinkie didn’t count of course since they were sisters.

Pinkamena broke from her melancholy and focused on her current task. Summoning her Pie Family technique, she bucked Lin’s car a few hundred feet from the shoreline. “Maybe what I’m about to do next will cheer me up,” she thought.

After the ambulance came and picked up Playa and Lin, Pinkamena pulled out her phone and dialed 555-5966 which was the number for the ‘Eye for an Eye’ voodoo supply business. After explaining her wish to revive someone, the voodoo priest was skeptical about her intentions but decided to do it anyway because apparently the spirits knew what she wanted to do and would grant it anyway because they wanted a good laugh.

Unlocked Homie: Zombie Sharp

Once she dialed the number again, a zombified William Sharp drove up to Pinkamena in a customized Reaper sedan. Once Sharp got out of the car moaning and groaning, the madmare took a photo of the zombie before she addressed him, “Okay Mr. Sharp, welcome to the Saints. Your first lesson is how to defraud insurance companies so go play in traffic.”

The zombie complied with Pinkamena’s request and ran out into the middle of the road just as a number of reckless drivers saw him and freaked out by hitting their accelerators to run him over. They drove away screaming that the zombie apocalypse had begun. Sharp literally fell apart from the impact of the cars as his body parts were scattered all over the road.

Things got worse for Sharp when a number of famous zombie hunters from across the multiverse drove in and got out of their cars, brandishing their favorite weapons before they took aim at the zombie parts and blasted each one until they ran out of ammo and drove back to their respective universes.

Pinkie added to the zombie mutilation by forcing herself back in control of her body and taking out a giant meat tenderizer and screaming, “ZOMBIE! KILL IT! KILL IT!” while repeatedly pounding the remains with her weapon.

Once the zombie was literally paste on the pavement, Pinkamena took over again and took another photo of the remains before she tied both photos to a balloon and sent them toward the Misty Lane suburbs where Price lived.

While Pinkamena felt a little better from overkilling Sharp after her reminiscing, she was not feeling completely better so she decided to distract herself by finding another contact who wanted her to cause havoc.

This contact, Reno, wanted her to distract the cops by destroying stuff while he hid any incriminating evidence against him.

Many places in the city were up in flames by the time the madmare was finished.

Author's Note

I wonder if I fooled anyone into thinking I was gonna kill Lin.

There are only 2 more chapters left in the SR1 arc.