Murder Time, Fun Time

“Did you really have to burn the whole place down?” Johnny asked, “Some of my favorite pieces were in there.”

“I’m sure they’re fine, the fire department got there pretty quickly after we trashed the Ronin,” Pinkamena said. “Besides, we’ve got more important things to do. I already called Playa and he’s getting Pierce to look into when Kazuo Akuji’s flight is supposed to come in.”

“So all we can do now is sit on our asses and wait for Pierce?”

“We can always entertain ourselves in the meantime. I need to see what contacts I need to work on. Why don’t you go fuck up some Ronin in the meantime?”

“Yeah, I might even run into that fucker that tried to attack me in my own home.”

Pinkamena smirked, “First one to find him, wins. Loser buys dinner.”

Johnny scoffed, “No bet, there’s no way you won’t find him first. But do record the execution for me.”

“Sure thing.”

With that, Pinkamena returned to the hideout while Johnny spent the rest of the day hunting Ronin.

At the hideout, Pinkamena quickly noticed Treehugger was up and about and stretching her muscles. The madmare was glad that her henchpony had made a full recovery.

When Treehugger noticed Pinkamena, she trotted over to her with a smile on her face. “So how did I do?” she asked.

Pinkamena took a moment to realize that she was referring to her dealing with the Sons of Samedi. However, she did have one question for the activist pony. “Just how much do you remember?”

Treehugger put a hoof to her chin as she thought about the question before responding, “I remember most of it, except for that part after I saw myself kill The General. Seeing myself perform voodoo magic reminded me of my time traveling around Zebrica. I learned a lot of things from the zebra shamans there and I guess at some point I learned about Zebrican voodoo magic.

“I have no idea who Marinette was though, but she reminded me of another point in my Zebrican studies about a violent spirit who should never be invoked unless in the most dire of circumstances because flames and destruction follow those who invoke Zarinette.

“I’ve heard that zebras who invoke Zarinette have the white on their coats turn red and are quite bloodthirsty, even more so toward those who oppress villages.”

Pinkamena had to stop her story before it got too long by pressing a hoof into her muzzle. “Story time later, are you able to help again?” Treehugger nodded. “Good, head to Rebadeaux, the location can be found on your phone. The mayor wants some help with her revenge against Ultor. It has something to do with defacing property owned by that company. When you’re done there, head to New Hennequet in the suburbs. I wasn’t sure what to make of the client but the request was about the same as the last one. The client said that he knew Stefan and I know I’m considered an enemy among the eurotrash community after what I did to him so that’s all the more reason for you to handle this.”

Treehugger asked a question once Pinkamena removed her hoof. “So what are you going to do?”

“I agreed to take part in another episode of ‘Fuzz’ and I’m due at the studio in an hour. By the way, have Playa drive you to Rebadeaux, he decided that he wanted to take the next shift of driving women around so they can fuck the clients.”

“Are you sure he should be doing that? I’ve heard about his driving skills.”

“The rumors are true, but maybe he will finally realize that he needs to take driving lessons after that. Not holding my breath though.”

Pinkamena left the hideout and headed to the studio.

It wasn’t long before Pinkamena was impersonating an officer of the law again. Among the crimes that she stopped, she eviscerated a child predator and showed the body to the children, traumatizing them. She ran over a jay walker at seventy miles per hour. She threw a drunk driver out of his car and burned him with a molotov cocktail. She killed an assassin by jumping from a rooftop and landing on them, Assassin’s Creed style, while using the hidden blades she hadn’t used in a long time.

She heard about someone defacing property with a septic truck but chose to ignore that and focus on the one who stole an expensive car. While chasing the car, it ended up going past the reported septic truck and into the path of some brown, vile, and foul-smelling muck. Pinkamena caught up to the car and set the vehicle on fire with a molotov, burning the passenger inside.

After the camera crew traveling with her reported that they got enough footage, Pinkamena drove the crew back to the studio.

Shortly after Pinkamena returned to the hideout, Shaundi approached her with a concerned look on her face. “What’s going on?” Pinkamena asked.

“Well, shortly after the boss finished helping some guy escort his prostitutes around, he got caught in an accident and is now in the hospital. He wouldn’t give the details about how it happened but he sounded upset about it.”

“Sounds like he totaled his car in an embarrassing way and didn’t want to talk about it. He can’t drive his way out of a paper bag sometimes.”

“Really? How did he get his license?”

“He didn’t.”

“Explains why he never went to the DMV to get it renewed. Anyway he said you’re in charge till he gets back from the hospital.”

“Alright, so did Pierce find out when Kazuo Akuji’s plane was going to land?”

“Yeah, he’s got the plane manifest now.”

“Take Pierce and a crew and take out any Ronin you find. If you see Akuji, make sure he never leaves the airport.”

“You sound like you’re not coming.”

“I’m gonna take Johnny and close any gaps that might come up. You never know.”

While Pierce and Shaundi were keeping the Ronin busy, Johnny and Pinkamena kept an eye on the roads out of the airport from a tall hill and noticed a car driving away from it. Using the scope from a sniper rifle, Pinkamena saw the car’s passengers. She recognized Jyunichi and an elderly man in the backseat who she figured was Kazuo Akuji.

With her targets located, Pinkamena and Johnny began their chase.

After scolding Shogo Akuji over the phone for nearly allowing his father to be killed by the Saints, Jyunichi hoped to spend the rest of the ride to the Tohoku Towers in silence.

This was not meant to be as he spotted a lone pink pony on the road in the path of the car. The smile on her face was very disturbing.

Jyunichi stopped the car and got out, requesting for Kazuo Akuji to remain in his seat in Japanese. He slowly approached the smiling mare while slowly drawing one of his katanas. He could tell there was a trap in place but he didn’t know what it was or where it was. All he knew was that the pony in front of him had set some sort of trap.

The pony acted by throwing a kitchen knife at Jyunichi which he batted away with his katana. What he wasn’t expecting was a second knife flying at him from behind while using the sound of the first knife to conceal its presence in the wind. The second knife found its target in Jyunichi’s left calf. The Ronin grunted before several more knives flew at him from the front which he managed to block with his katana. He expected another attack from behind but it never came.

Sensing the danger of the situation, Jyunichi yelled back at the car to demand Kazuo flee from the scene. Kazuo did so as he sensed the danger as well and he wasn’t about to die because of his idiot son who he blamed for him being in this situation.

Jyunichi was alone after Kazuo had made his way to the driver’s seat and drove away. The Ronin was in a tough spot. He wasn’t sure about whether he was facing one opponent or more. All he saw was the lone pony in front of him and he couldn’t take the time to remove the knife from his leg as that would leave him open to another attack.

Another barrage of knives came from the pony in front of him and he blocked each attack flawlessly.

Until a metallic cuff clamped around his neck before two of the remaining knives flew through both of his arms, leaving...bullet holes?

With both of his arms wounded, Jyunichi dropped his sword and fell to one knee. He looked ahead in time to see the image fade from a pony to Johnny Gat holding a pistol.

“That was a neat trick Mena, where’d you learn that one?” he asked.

“That one’s for you to figure out but let’s just say that playing ninja was really fun.”

“Ninja?” Jyunichi said before he started shouting at the real pony in Japanese. The chain attached to the collar around his neck yanked him onto his back on the road.

“Do I look like I care about honoring your culture or not? This isn’t Japan and you’re gonna find out how I do things.”

Pinkamena nodded to Johnny before he slammed his pistol hard into Jyunichi’s face, knocking him out. The madmare then called Pierce and had him round up exactly forty-six Ronin. While that might be a difficult task, the Ronin that they were fighting at the airport would be a good start. Pierce informed her that it would take some time to gather enough but he would do so.

After disarming Jyunichi, Johnny called in some Saints to pick him up before he and Pinkamena returned to the hideout and enjoyed some well earned sleep.

Playa was still in the hospital the next day. Pierce was still working on capturing the Ronin Pinkamena needed for her latest project. The mare, meanwhile, was setting up a number of contraptions that she would need for her latest project.

During this time, Pierce informed her about some gambling operations occurring at the Marshall Winslow Rec Center in New Hennequet. She had Treehugger accompany a crew to raid the place and capture as many of the Ronin as they could while also tearing apart the operation by smashing all of the slot machines and stealing or burning as much of the money as they could. Since the casino was hidden unlike Poseidon’s Palace, the money wasn’t traceable.

The number of Ronin guarding the rec center was enough to reach the target number that Pinkamena needed for her latest project.

In a special area prepared by Pinkamena, the captured Ronin, including Jyunichi, were brought there one by one by the Saints and placed into the apparatus as instructed by Pinkamena.

The apparatus was a series of forty-seven devices that the person’s arms were locked into and each device was holding onto a tanto, also known as a Japanese short sword. In this way the device was made to forcefully make the person hold their tanto. At the same time, there were locks placed on the floor where each Ronin would be forced to sit on their knees while the locks held them in place.

Another part of Pinkamena’s project was to have the Saints raid a number of clothing stores for forty-seven sets of white clothes, underwear was optional.

Pinkamena sat at the front of the room wearing gold colored clothes of a shogun while the Saints who assisted her with the task sat in lines to her left and right.

Each Ronin was forcibly changed into the white clothes before being escorted into the room and placed into the apparatus. Jyunichi was last and while he did struggle sometimes, it was in vain. When he saw the apparatus and the white clothes, he knew what was about to happen. He remembered the story and even saw the movie remake of that story. Once again, the Ronin enforcer complained to Pinkamena in Japanese.

“Does it look like I care about desecrating Japanese tradition?” Pinkamena responded. “All I’m doing is reenacting the final scene from that movie. You lot had the gall to call yourselves a bunch of rogue samurai so now you’re going to be reminded about what happened to people like that.”

Pinkamena wasn't planning on reenacting every detail of the scene but she would try to make it close to accurate except in this case, nobody would be spared unlike what happened in the scene.

Once Jyunichi was placed into the apparatus, Pinkamena had the cameras set up so she recorded the event from different angles. Once the cameras began recording, Pinkamena took a moment to look at the Ronin enforcer with that same wicked smile he remembered from before his capture before she pushed the button that activated the apparatus. All at once each device moved and quickly forced each tanto into the guts of each Ronin as they screamed and howled in agony as the devices began moving horizontally to ensure that each Ronin was effectively disemboweling themselves.

After the system had done its work, the mare checked each Ronin to make sure that they were all dead. When she finally reached Jyunichi last, she noticed he was still barely alive but that would fix itself soon.

The Ronin spat one last curse at her before he expired. However, Pinkamena didn’t believe in curses which was at least one thing she had in common with Twilight Sparkle.

With the project complete, she turned off the cameras and left the room to prepare for the next offensive against the Yakuza wannabes. She would edit the footage from the cameras later.