Murder Time, Fun Time

Pinkamena had some time to kill while she waited for Laura to finish analyzing the Loa Dust. To help things along, Pinkamena had Treehugger spend the night with Laura and Tobias. She had a feeling that the three of them would get along quite well.

While she waited for the analysis as well as translating the stoner mare’s analysis, Pinkamena decided to pay another visit to the prison island. There were a couple of things that she could do there to pass the time.

The first activity was located at Hangman’s Wharf near the prison. When she arrived at the meeting place, she was contacted by some famous talk show host named Anna who wanted to show her sponsors why cancelling her was a bad idea. Apparently, they thought she was too honest with her talk show.

Once again, Pinkamena received a list of six individuals and what was needed to lure them out of hiding. She put her phone away for the time being and focused on the other activity.

Her second contact was, strangely enough, one of the police officers in charge of the prison. He introduced himself as Officer Taylor. “Welcome to prison…,” he said.

“Hoping I get a long term stay here?” Pinkamena asked with a smirk on her face.

“After what you did last night? Hell no. We’re not even a quarter of the way done cleaning up your last mess. I’m not stupid enough to try to kill you either. I ain’t throwin’ my life away for what is obviously suicide.”

“Smartest cop I’ve met so far.”

“Anyway, we got ourselves a fight club goin’ on among the prisoners and the guards are makin’ bets on the side. If you can go a few rounds in the ring, we can get the most cash from the bets before my coworkers wise up. Whaddya say?

“Sure, I’ve been meaning to get some exercise anyway.”

With that, Pinkamena entered the ring while making sure her weapons were put away. The prisoners, still enraged from the mare’s rampage last night, were emboldened into thinking that they could take her without her knife and her guns.

They were wrong…

One of the prisoners came in swinging their fists but that ended up turning into a game of bloody knuckles as his fist met the hard keratin of her hoof. Pinkamena countered by breaking the prisoner’s leg with a rear hoof. The prisoner was not getting up anytime soon.

More prisoners came into the cage and tried attacking her at once. She dodged strikes when there wasn’t an opportunity to counterattack and broke a few bones whenever she could.

Eventually, the prisoners started using whatever objects were thrown into the cage. Thanks to her earth pony strength, the objects that would have been heavy to the prisoners were light for the madmare. She used cinder blocks to bash faces or knock them back to the edge of the cage.

This continued until the prisoners began to refuse participation in the fight club out of fear of the seemingly untouchable pony. She knew that her time in the cage was over so she simply walked out of the cage and collected her share of the winnings.

Taylor also gave Pinkamena the phone numbers to Legal Lee’s office and Troy’s personal phone as a reward.

Pinkamena left the prison island quickly, much to the guards’ and prisoners’ relief, in order to pursue her latest set of bounties.

Since two of her targets were in the Red Light district, Pinkamena drove to Rebadeaux and ambushed a Ronin on a motorcycle, using a well-timed buck to knock him off his motorcycle and sent him flying into a wall. The Ronin dropped his katana mid flight for the madmare to pick up as well as his motorcycle for her to hijack.

Pinkamena decided to satisfy her urge to kill pimps by racing past them and decapitating them. She didn’t really care about the info as long as Everett showed up. When his marker appeared on her minimap, she raced to her target and sliced him in two from the waist before turning back around and impaling his neck to make sure the job was done.

She spotted Chris on his motorcycle as he spotted her before he started driving away in a panic. The madmare quickly caught up to her next target and before he could pull out his pistol, she stuck the katana into one of his vehicle’s wheels and caused the victim to be catapulted into the street after some messy impacts from crashing into several cars. The final blow came when a pony-driven motorcycle rammed into him, launching him again and ending with a katana cutting his head off.

Pinkamena’s next move was to set someone’s store on fire with a molotov and get someone to call the fire department. A few minutes later, her target, Tim, arrived on the scene. Just as he was about to enter the building to check for survivors, he was engulfed in flames from a nearby pony carrying a flamethrower. While he was flailing about being on fire, the mare bucked him into the burning store and let the fire finish him off.

Since her next target liked to live underneath highways, Pinkamena searched around the various underpasses until she spotted the cardboard box that she was looking for. After hiding her car away, she approached the empty box and saw no one was there. While she waited for her target to arrive, she decided to take a nap inside the box. She laid on her belly and closed her eyes and pretended to fall asleep.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Pinkamena opened her eyes and noticed her target glaring at her. “That’s my box! Get the fuck out!” Mitri yelled. She rose to her hooves and stretched them, she had no idea how long she had been out because pretending to sleep can make one a bit sleepy. She walked out of the box while planting a satchel charge inside. “Take your stupid alarm clock with you.” She ignored him and walked away. Once she was a safe distance away, she hit the detonator and blew up the box and Mitri with it.

For her remaining target whom she could deal with at the time, she called Troy to get him to call in a squad of FBI agents.

“Can I ask why?” Troy asked.

“A certain talk show host wants some agent named Frank eliminated.”

“You’re asking me to throw an FBI agent under the bus because some talk show host who, and I have a good idea who, doesn’t like him?”

“Yep.”

“I can’t do that, I’d lose my badge and everything, then who would cover up your shenanigans?”

“Look, just tell the FBI that I am on a rampage around the city. I’ll even do so to make it convincing.”

“Yeah, that might work. I’ll make the call right away, you hurry and get on that.” The call ended.

The madmare used her arsenal of explosives to cause millions of dollars in property damage. The tour of destruction went from the Copperton truck yard, through the Red Light district and into Downtown Stilwater and ended after she had caused sufficient damage through the Suburbs.

Nothing was spared, every man and woman on the street was fair game as she burned and blew up people and property alike. Stilwater police were the same as everyone else during her performance.

During her dance of destruction, an FBI car driven by a certain agent was utterly annihilated.

Pinkamena’s phone rang at the end of her performance, this one was from another unknown number. She answered it to find out who she was talking to.

“Good evening, this is Jane Valderamma from Channel 6 News, I know we never met, but I wanted to thank you for that impressive display of destruction you caused. When I saw you in Copperton, I had my cameraman film you and your rampage through the city. Thanks to you, I have plenty of footage that will draw the attention away from that nut job lawyer Zach Johnson. In appreciation for what you did for me, I am forwarding a fitting cash reward to your bank account and providing a coupon for fifteen percent off on all furniture purchases.”

“Umm, that’s great and all,” Pinkamena began, “But I suggest forwarding that coupon to the leader of the Saints since he’s the one who cares about the aesthetics of a house. I will take that cash though.”

“Very well, I will make the transfer when I can.” The call ended.

Believing that enough time had passed, Pinkamena returned to the hideout to review the results.

Pinkamena, Playa and Shaundi were lounging in the lobby of the hideout when Laura was heard coming down the stairs brimming with positive energy as usual. “Hello…” she said.

“Glad you could make it,” Playa greeted.

Laura looked around at the drab atmosphere of the hideout and thought about ways the place could be improved, such as robin egg blue wallpaper while Shaundi was considering avocado green. Playa quickly put an end to the discussion on interior design to focus on the main task.

“Right, sorry. I took a look at the stuff you brought me and it seems that the main ingredient really does grow mainly in Africa and Haiti like Treehugger said.”

“Told ya,” the mare quipped.

“But what’s it called?” Shaundi asked.

“I already told you what it’s called several times.”

“You gave me a name that makes no sense. What’s it called here?” Shaundi demanded, unable to hide her frustration.

Before the conversation became a repeat of yesterday, Laura pulled out her phone and showed her the wikipedia page for the plant. “There you go, will that make things easier?”

Shaundi’s surprised expression couldn’t be hidden, “That’s what their main ingredient is?” She looked at Treehugger, “Why didn’t you say so before?”

The mare looked at the wiki page on Laura’s phone. “Huh, so that’s what it’s called here?”

Playa walked in on the conversation. “As long as we can make this shit, it could have embalming fluid in it for all I care…”

Laura looked at Playa, “Making it won’t be a problem, I’ll give the recipe to Shaundi.”

“Now all we gotta do is stop those fuckers from producing any more.”

Shaundi tilted her head downward and placed her hand on her chin in thought. “Well seeing as they’re turning out so much product they’d need a...oh my god I’m an idiot.”

“What’s up?”

“I...in college I dated this guy who would sell for the Sons, and he mentioned that they used to grow all their shit on a farm off campus.”

“And this is coming up for the first time, why?”

“I forgot?”

“You’re right, you are an idiot…”

“Hey!”

Pinkamena finally decided to jump in to the conversation, “Don’t be so hard on her, Playa, after dating and likely fucking every guy on campus, it’s only natural that she forgot important details.”

Shaundi glared at Pinkamena, “Not helping…”

The mare wore a devious smirk on her face, “Who said I was trying to help?” That comment earned her a middle finger.

Playa thanked Laura for her help and left to burn down the pot farm but Shaundi stopped him saying that the place would be very heavily guarded. Laura offered an alternative by taking Tobias’ helicopter to burn down the farm from the air. What surprised Playa and Shaundi was that someone actually gave a pilot license to a drug peddler.

Since she needed more field experience, Pinkamena had Gilda help Playa burn the lab from the air.

While Playa was busy with that, Shaundi let Pinkamena know that she had more information. “There’s also a dust lab on the second floor of a nearby sex shop. The shop is actually in this neighborhood if you believe that. After we took out their street level dealers, the Samedi leader decided to be a little more discreet in how they move their product. Whenever they cook up a new batch they walk on downstairs and sell to the lonely bastards buyin’ dances from coke whores. Take out the clientele then destroy the dust labs...they’ll never see you coming.”

Pinkamena decided to take Treehugger with her since the task seemed simple.

In the end, the task was simple for Pinkamena and while Treehugger’s performance was adequate since she did kill a few of the clients and a few Samedi, it was still not as good as she was when she was high on Loa Dust but that was fine since the animal activist needed to get used to helping with missions without getting high, Pinkamena would have her use some dust whenever the situation called for it. Though she did congratulate Treehugger for shooting down a helicopter that the Samedi used for aerial coverage.

Gilda and Playa returned satisfied with the destruction they caused as the pot farm burned down. The smoke from the burning plants did irritate the griffon’s eyes somewhat but she was still able to assist by blowing up Samedi vehicles firing rockets at her and the helicopter as well as gunning down any thugs on foot.

The remaining Sons of Samedi attempted to flee the farm but the aerial pursuit quickly overtook the gang members while Gilda used her RPGs to blow up fleeing cars.

For their efforts with both operations, the Saints got Tobias’ phone number and took over Pleasant View and the neighborhood where the hideout was located, Bavogian Plaza.

That night, a grave digger was knocked into an empty grave and buried alive. Justin would never know who killed him.