Murder Time, Fun Time

After burning down Shivington to burn a few drug labs, Pinkamena and Treehugger, who had come down from her drug-induced high, returned to the hideout. For her efforts to be useful to her, Pinkamena felt that her henchpony deserved some rest. She placed the hungover mare on her bed in a room she reserved for her. Pinkie took over and provided some water and some medication to help with the hangover symptoms.

After quietly leaving Treehugger’s room and leaving a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door, Pinkie decided to ask her sister what her next move will be.

“How many more contacts that need assistance are left that are in Sons of Samedi territory?” Pinkamena asked back.

Pinkie checked her phone to check. “Looks like there are two more. The other fight club request at the Ultor Dome and a request to defraud insurance companies at The Mills.

“For the fight club, looks like the coach of one of the contenders for the more official fight club wants someone to take the place of his athlete who has a broken hand and a torn ACL...whatever that is.

“Someone named Doctor Sheldon saw how Playa and you worked together to defraud insurance companies through Doctor Raymond Gonzales’ records. Looks like Ray got caught after what happened and Sheldon wants us to do the same thing for him.”

“Sounds like Sheldon doesn’t have much common sense if he didn’t learn from Raymond’s mistake,” Pinkamena commented.

Pinkie giggled, “Nope, doesn’t look like it.”

“So, you know what’s being offered as a reward?”

Pinkie examined the requests further while rubbing her chin with a hoof, “Looks like the fight club coach is offering stimulants to increase melee strength.”

“Pass on that, but I wouldn’t mind more exercise in bone breaking. I can already buck people into walls so there’s no need to hit harder than that. Playa could probably use it though.”

“Sheldon is offering some magical shoes that make it so you never get tired no matter how much you run.”

Pinkamena snickered, “Bet you wish you had those when you were delivering invitations to Gummy’s birthday party to everypony in Ponyville.”

Pinkie giggled, “With that I could plan even more parties in half the time.”

Pinkamena decided that they would handle Dr. Sheldon’s request later because she was in the mood for a brawl as she headed to the Ultor Dome to participate in the mixed martial arts competition.

Just like what happened in the prison fight club, the madmare sewed terror into the hearts of the fighters as she shattered limbs with her hooves. Her use of blunt objects gave concussions to plenty of fighters and her small size and agility made hitting her a challenge. Her Pinkie Sense made dodging blows effortless that she was practically cheating, not that there were any rules against the use of Pinkie Sense.

Partway through the fights, some officials had the mare tested for performance enhancing drugs but were disappointed to find that she was clean. The officials had no choice but to allow the matches to continue.

After Pinkamena had ended the careers of a number of contenders, the mare was banned from MMA for crippling the fighters. She agreed to the ban on the condition that she get her share of the winnings and her reward. While the officials wanted to deny her reward, she had Legal Lee on speed dial and she could easily open a racial discrimination case against the association if they refused her. Five years was plenty of time for Legal Lee to get talking ponies to be recognized as a sapient race in the city.

With the threat of a court case against them the officials had no choice but to give the madmare her cut of the winnings and the stimulants that she would give to Playa later.

Shaundi called Pinkamena while she was on her way back to the hideout. She informed the mare that she just remembered her first date with Veteran Child involved going to Spackle Fishing Industries in Sunnyvale Gardens and stuffing frozen fish with Loa Dust.

“Are they still doing that?” Pinkamena asked.

“Yep, you can destroy another of their supply lines if you take out the fish in the freezers and blow up the boats they’re using to move the stuff.”

“Sounds like fun, I’ll get right on that.”

Pinkamena proceeded to blow up another Sons of Samedi operation by cutting down more gang members, tossing grenades into the freezers which caused the loa dust inside the fish to ignite, using her party cannon to blow up fishing boats and sinking the larger boat by breaching its hull from underneath with a can opener before piloting the boat to sail away from the docks and into deeper water where it would behave like the submarine that it wasn’t.

Shaundi called Pinkamena again, this time she sounded desperate about something.

“Pinkamena, get to the hideout now! The Sons are attacking and the boss is baked off his ass. We could really use the assistance.”

“Is Gilda helping?”

“Right now, she’s the only reason we’re not swimming in Samedi. I just got word that Pierce is being tailed by every Samedi watching over the Ultor Dome neighborhood. He’ll be here any minute. Hurry!”

The call ended and Pinkamena hurried to her car and drove straight to the hideout.

On the way there, the madmare got another phone call. This time it was from Gilda.

“Hey boss, I was wondering about something.”

“Yeah?”

“Could I take one of these Samedi to my hut? I wanna find out how these humans taste.”

Pinkamena cringed at Gilda’s suggestion. While she was willing to eat meat, she wouldn’t go so far as to eat humans. Of course, Gilda was a griffon so it stood to reason that she might be curious about meat you couldn’t find on Equus.

“As long as they’re of the Sons of Samedi, but only one. I’d rather you not get sick because you gorged on too many if you actually like the taste. Plus, these guys have been smoking the stuff that Treehugger’s been, I don’t want your performance affected if you turn out to be a lightweight if you eat whatever they smoked.”

“Got it, I’ll be careful then.”

Pinkamena ended her call once she spotted Pierce’s vehicle being chased by a number of Samedi cars. Coming upon the tail end of the convoy, she fired round after round from her party cannon, destroying every car that got in her way of getting to Pierce’s vehicle.

Pinkamena and Pierce arrive at the hideout while Playa and Shaundi were under attack by the Samedi. However, the number of attackers dwindled as the enemy gang members were subjected to death from above as a certain griffon bombed them with rockets and bullets.

Pinkamena reached the other Saints to see how they were doing.

Playa took a look at Pinkamena with a goofy grin on his face. “Pinkamena...Pinkie...I never realized it before but you two must really love pink. How-how does your hair get so straight? Is it some kinda hair conditioner?”

Pinkamena glanced at Shaundi who shrugged. She knew the leader was high but she never expected for him to be so wasted. She shook her head. “How’s Treehugger?”

“She’s inside making sure the Sons are all gone,” Shaundi answered.

“Good. Looks like Gilda can handle things from here. Let’s head inside and make sure we’re clear.”

Once the wingless Saints made the descent into the hideout, Playa drunkenly walked over to the couch and tripped over it, falling on his back and limbs splayed on the floor and one foot on the couch. He didn’t bother to get up, finding the hard floor to be comfortable.

Treehugger laughed at the display. “Lightweights are so funny when they’re high.”

Everyone went to their rooms for a few hours to rest while Playa took a nap on the floor.

The Saints claimed the Ultor Dome while Playa was napping.

After Playa recovered from his hilarious little misadventure, Pinkamena walked out of her room to investigate some loud noise. It turned out to be Pierce complaining to Playa that he doesn’t get to do enough. The scene she was watching reminded her of a parent remaining calm while his child threw a tantrum.

While they were arguing, Shaundi walked up to Pinkamena. “While he’s throwing a fit, you think you can get Gilda to shoot down a few Samedi helicopters carrying a shipment of dust? I’d say her head start would be however long I can get these two to stop fighting and focus on the helicopters.”

Pinkamena pulled out her phone to call the griffon and inform her about the helicopters.

“Find out how many of those green helicopters there are flying around and take out half of them.”

“Why only half?” Gilda asked.

“Because it seems like Playa and Pierce need the bonding experience and it irritates me when Pierce goes around whining about having nothing to do.”

Gilda chuckled, “Pierce sounds like a chick.”

Pinkamena chuckled with the griffon, “A really needy chick.”

The two shared a laugh over the phone before the call ended and Gilda took off after the helicopters.

While Playa and Pierce did get to have their bonding experience, they were also curious about the lack of helicopters in the sky. If the Sons of Samedi were trying to ship in plenty of dust, they would likely need at least six but they only encountered three.

Finding no more helicopters in the air, Pierce and Playa returned to the hideout.

With the Samedi temporarily distracted by the loss of the dust shipment and the inevitable weakening of their position in the drug market, the Saints claimed Sunsinger, the former location of Pleasant View.

This left the Sons of Samedi with only three neighborhoods left under their control.