With duties assigned to the new lieutenants and her new followers, Pinkamena decided to get an idea about what the new lieutenants were like.

Pierce seemed like the kind of guy who craved power and respect in the gang. He seemed ambitious and possibly possessing a similar personality to Dex. Pinkamena could only wonder if she was going to end up messing with him in the future.

Most likely.

Shaundi, after hearing that she fucked so many guys while either high or drunk and got their contact info in exchange, struck the madmare as an easygoing woman who was somewhat like a prostitute but she had also developed a sort of information network. Pinkamena would see if her network will prove useful. Still, many of those contacts were horrible people which gave the madmare the impression that the stoner had some major psychological problems...like she was one to talk though.

Carlos was an eager kid who wanted to impress the Saints. He had apparently been raised on his brother’s stories about the Saints and seemed eager to be the best lieutenant he could be. Unfortunately, this meant to Pinkamena that he was likely going to do something stupid at some point and get himself killed. Carlos was going to need all the help he could get if he wanted to survive this gang war. Hopefully, Gilda will be able to keep him out of trouble.

Still, with everyone assigned to their tasks, it was time for Pinkamena to decide which gang she wanted to target first.

She could target the Ronin and take control of the gambling and prostitution rackets while dealing with people who were similar to the Japanese Yakuza or the Neighponese equivalent who exist in Equestria.

She could target the Sons of Samedi, a Haitian drug cartel who nearly drove the Colombians out of the market. If the rumors she heard about them were true, they were similar to an infamous Zebrican drug cartel she heard about once.

Or she could target the Brotherhood who seemed like they were compensating for something...possibly something in their downstairs areas. Why else would they brand themselves in ink all over their bodies and drive large trucks?

After thinking about the three gangs for a time, Pinkamena decided on going after the Sons of Samedi first. After all, the Saints had already made a move against them when they dealt with the homeless and Old Stilwater and Stilwater Caverns were owned by the Samedi until the Saints moved in. Pinkamena was also curious to see how Treehugger would contribute to the Saints.

Pinkamena spotted the other pony sitting on the steps in the lobby and Shaundi approaching her, carrying a light bulb.

“Hey, I got you a present…” Shaundi said.

“A light bulb?” Treehugger asked.

“Yep, but depending on how you look at it, it can be a common object you can buy from any hardware store, or…” Shaundi smashed part of the bulb against the stair railing. “...it can be a makeshift pipe.” She placed some powder into the bulb and heated the bulb with her lighter. “Smoke this.”

Treehugger leaned her muzzle over the smoking bulb and inhaled the smoke. After a moment, Treehugger’s eyes went wide as well as her pupils. She said nothing nor moved for a few minutes, during which time Pinkamena decided to ask Shaundi about what she just exposed to the stoner pony.

“What did you give her?”

“It’s the Sons of Samedi’s number one product, Loa Dust.”

“What do you know about it?”

“Not much, they’ve been selling the stuff all over the campus over at Stilwater U. Frats are buyin’ it by the pound. If we can get enough of the stuff we might find out how to make it ourselves.”

“So your plan is to undercut the competition and steal their market?”

“Yup.”

“How much do you need?”

“I dunno, three pounds? Two for science, one for the weekend?”

“It’s a start I guess.”

“Yes my Loa, your wish is my command…” Pinkamena and Shaundi looked at Treehugger who was muttering about something in the familiar monotone that the madmare was used to hearing from one of her sisters.

“Better make it five,” Pinkamena stated, “I have a feeling we’ll need the extra.”

As Pinkamena was heading up the stairs to exit the mission, she noticed Treehugger was following her for some reason. “Why are you following me?”

“You are going after the Sons of Samedi, yes?”

“Yes…?”

“The Loa of Violence commands me to slaughter the followers of the Loa of Death.”

Pinkamena tilted her head in confusion, it was obvious that Treehugger was still high on the Loa Dust since her pupils were still dilated.

The madmare didn’t have time to deal with the drugged pony so she told her to get into her car while she drove them to the college campus.

On the way there, Pinkamena tossed her an SMG and a pistol. She instructed Treehugger on their use on the way and, to Pinkamena’s surprise, she understood the instructions, even demonstrating her newfound knowledge by shooting a Ronin on the sidewalk. While that action got the gang’s attention for a short time, it was merely a small diversion while they made their way onto the campus.

Once they arrived, Pinkamena and Treehugger jumped out of the car and started what would be perceived as a typical campus shooting. The only way Pinkamena would be able to tell a Son of Samedi from a typical student was that the gang wore mostly green clothes. However, this didn’t stop her from shooting or cutting up ordinary students who had the misfortune of wearing green that day.

Treehugger, however, was better able to tell a student from a gang member. Because her mind was addled by Loa Dust, the followers of Samedi emitted an aura that distinguished them from typical students. The drug had also left her uninhibited so she didn’t care that she was taking lives.

A couple of the gang members each dropped a bag of the drug the ponies needed to get for Shaundi but got two extra bags for Treehugger as well. Pinkamena gave Shaundi a call to inform her that she got the drugs she needed for her science project.

“You got great timing, I just got a tip that Mark Gabby is slinging nearby. That guy brings a lot of money for the Samedi...taking him out should hurt them pretty bad.”

Just as the call ended, a green car passed them by and Treehugger immediately knew it was Gabby for some reason. “A follower of the Baron, he must not get away…”

Suddenly, Treehugger reached into Pinkamena’s mane and pulled out the madmare’s platinum RPG launcher, pointed it at Gabby’s car and fired at it, leaving the vehicle and the drug dealer as flaming piles of scrap and flesh respectively.

Pinkamena yanked the launcher from Treehugger’s hooves, “Give me that!” she said angrily. “Don’t touch my stuff without my permission.”

Treehugger ignored Pinkamena’s complaints and stared blankly upwards. “Your will is done this day, my Loa.” Right then, her pupils returned to normal. The stoner pony looked around in confusion. “Where am I? What was I doing?” she said in a carefree manner.

Pinkamena groaned in exasperation, “You just murdered a bunch of Samedi on a school campus then stole my rocket launcher and blew up that guy’s car.” She pointed at the smoldering remains.

“I did? Wow, that must have been some powerful stuff. Usually I don’t get that violent unless I inhale certain Zebrican drugs.”

Pinkamena rolled her eyes and got out of the car in order to retrieve the drug stash that Gabby was carrying which somehow survived the destruction. She then pulled out her phone to inform Shaundi that Gabby was dead. Shaundi told her to bring the dust to her apartment in Sommerset.

Pinkie took over driving to make sure any vengeful Samedi couldn’t keep up.

On the way to the apartments, Pinkie noticed Playa entering the campus stadium for some reason. She also discovered a nearby flyer that mentioned a series of demolition derby competitions going on today. The party mare put two and two together, with Pinkamena’s help, and realized Playa was participating in the competition. Pinkie dropped the matter and drove away to deliver the drugs.

After the massacre and the competition, Playa had some Saints move in and claim Frat Row for the Saints.

Pinkie received a call from Playa to inform her that some nerd needed her driving skills to escort some women while they pleasured their clients.

“Nerd?” Pinkie asked Pinkamena.

“Someone like Twilight except even more awkward to look at,” Pinkamena said.

“Hey! Twilight’s not a nerd. She’s just not very social, and hides in her library a lot, and has a weird dance, and often talks over my head, and has this weird laugh…”

Twilight grumbled as she stomped around her library looking for books on dimensional travel.

“Hey, Twilight, why are you so upset?” Spike asked.

“I don’t know, but for some reason I feel like I should feel insulted about something but I don’t know why,” Twilight said.

“Whatever, she’s your friend, not mine,” Pinkamena said.

Pinkie dropped Treehugger off at the hideout and returned to Frat Row to help the nerdy person, Lindsey, escort his women, that he somehow convinced to work for him, to the clients and evaded the usual media vultures.

Author's Note

We start with the Sons of Samedi and finally earn that Narcotics tag.