Pinkamena was a little concerned that she had fallen into a routine with regards to the gang wars where she would spend time helping contacts with their various needs then making another push against the target gang. She was thankful that the Brotherhood would be the last gang she would have to deal with given that Ultor wasn’t a gang.

Also, there were only a hoofful of contacts remaining throughout the city. Today she would deal with half of the remainder.

One of the employees at the Stilwater nuclear power plant was in need of someone who could create a very loud distraction for the media to divert attention from the lack of safety protocols at the plant.

“What is nuclear power anyway?” Pinkie asked.

“It’s kinda hard to wrap my head around too since Equestria never utilized that kind of power since nearly everything was fueled by magic. From what I did read on the internet though, it has to do with utilizing steam and some strange metal called uranium through a scientific process that Equestria hasn’t discovered yet.”

“So what makes it so dangerous that the city wants them shut down?”

“Apparently there’s something about the metal that just being around it is hazardous to everyone’s health.”

“Oh...then-”

“Uranium produces a lot of power in small quantities that it was cost effective to use that despite the health risks. Now, no more questions. I’d like to get these activities done before Maero starts his counterattack.”

Continuing from her list of activities to do today, Pinkamena noticed that a massage parlor was in need of workers because some pimps took them all away. After the first few times of killing pimps, Pinkamena lost interest in the matter but figured that Playa would enjoy the task more than she would.

Finally, there was some mother who, based on the task, most likely spoiled their child heavily because her daughter was demanding a bunch of cars for her birthday and the mother came to Pinkamena for help in delivering those cars.

After informing Playa of the task at the massage parlor, he eagerly accepted the task to Pinkamena’s surprise. According to Playa, it was his favorite massage parlor that he had been frequently visiting since middle school and that it was a “Stilwater landmark.”

Pinkamena had no intention of letting anyone else handle the other two tasks as they were ones that only she and Pinkie would and could handle respectively.

Since Pinkamena started her activity first the last time they did them, she let Pinkie handle her task first.

Whoever the girl who wanted the vehicles was, their requests were very strange. While some of them were normal vehicles, the majority of the requests were ones that your average person wouldn’t normally own. Among the requests were a baggage handler that were used to transfer luggage onto a plane, a bulldozer, a backhoe, a delivery truck and a dump truck. However, Pinkie paid no mind to the strangeness of the requests as she focused on the one thing she liked to do: make people happy.

Despite the requests, Pinkamena let the matter go because not only was she getting paid but the matter of the mother and her spoiled daughter was none of her concern. Even Diamond Tiara was not that bad.

After turning in the large vehicles, Pinkamena headed to the power plant with Pinkie flying the helicopter that got them there.

Once she landed, the madmare checked her arsenal and prepared for her next rampage through the city. Starting with the power plant, she started blowing up everything that she hoped wasn’t important as the last thing she wanted to do was cause a reactor to meltdown and get caught up in a massive explosion.

After she had done enough damage to the plant, she returned to the main island and started going on a more chaotic rampage as she blew up everyone and everything in her way as she tore through the Sommerset Apartments and the Barrio District and into the Copperton truck yard.

Once she terrorized the student body of Stilwater University, she tore through the cultural area of Chinatown and finished by causing a huge amount of property damage in the Factories District.

Pinkamena returned to the power plant to inform Homer, the one who put her up to the task, about how much damage she caused, the man in the hazmat suit rewarded her with a couple of items that were on her Hearth’s Warming wish list: a new flamethrower and an RPG launcher that locked onto targets. As a bonus, he also gave the madmare a container of toxic waste as a souvenir. She gave the hazmat person a hug before she left the island and returned to the hideout.

The first thing Pinkamena noticed when she returned was that Playa wasn’t around. She decided to lay on the couch in the lobby until something happened.

Something did happen the moment she got comfortable.

“Fucking…” she nearly yelled as her phone rang. Playa was calling her for something. She grumbled for a moment before answering. “Yeah?”

“Mena, I’m headin’ to the Stilwater Power Plant to pick up some toxic waste and fuck Maero’s canvas up with it. You wanna come with?”

Pinkamena remembered her souvenir but considered making Playa go through the hassle of getting the waste himself but thought better of it. “I already got some toxic waste from the plant. Some employee in a hazmat suit gave it to me as a souvenir.”

“You’re shittin’ me! Meet me at the tattoo parlor in Stoughton where Maero usually goes to get his work done.”

After the call ended, Pinkamena grumbled as she got off the couch, out of the hideout and into her car to drive to the Rusty’s Needle in Stoughton. She hoofed the container of toxic waste to Playa who switched out the inks for the waste. He then hopped into Pinkamena’s car and returned to the hideout, the mare feeling a little too tired to wait for Maero to show up and receive the worst tattoo job of his life. It was nearly six in the morning after all.

Pinkamena emerged from her room after getting enough sleep. The first person she saw was Donnie who looked like he was waiting for her. “Good you’re awake. I wanted to tell you what I learned from Maero.”

“Why didn’t you tell us yesterday?”

“We have plenty of time to prepare for it. Lin and I wanted to get acquainted with the crew.”

“So what do you have?”

“Maero is expecting a big shipment of weapons to come to Stilwater in a few days. He ordered enough of them to take over something. What that was he didn’t say but from how he said it, it seemed like he was going to wipe out the Ronin and the Sons of Samedi with that kinda firepower.”

“Sounds like something that would be better off in our clutches.”

“Since the shipment won’t get here for a few days we can work on dismantling the Brotherhood operations. I heard about some protection rackets going on at Imperial Square. The shopkeepers are paying protection money to the Brotherhood. If we harass the shopkeepers we can make them pay us instead of them.”

“Gilda can handle that. Intimidation is her specialty.”

“One last thing, Maero’s setting up a drug deal at the Poseidon Alley Docks. I don’t know who they’re making a deal with and I’m not sure where the meeting place is at so you’ll have to sneak into one of their convoys and follow them to the meeting spot.”

“Thanks for the info. I’ll handle that one.”

Just before Pinkamena tried to call the griffon to give her new orders, the griffon called her. From her tone, Gilda sounded a bit winded. “Boss...it’s bad...those Brotherhood bastards captured Carlos and dragged him through the street for a good minute before I smashed the truck dragging him. He looks bad but I managed to fly him to a hospital. Playa and I are waiting for word from one of the docs here.”

At that moment a feeling of indignant rage was felt not only by Pinkamena but Pinkie as well.

“Those meanie mean pants Brotherhood! How could they do something so mean to Carlos?”

Gilda continued, “Playa suspects that this was set up by Jessica and he wants the gang looking for her.”

“Understood, in the meantime, I want you to head to Imperial Square and harass the shopkeepers there into paying protection money for the Saints instead of the Brotherhood. Playa can wait for the diagnosis by himself. For now we need to make sure the Brotherhood knows that we’re not taking that shit lying down.”

“Got it boss,” Gilda said with more energy than before.

While Gilda was beating up store owners and tearing apart their security, Pinkamena located a parked Brotherhood Compensator truck. After killing the drivers while they were outside the vehicle taking a smoke break, she boarded the large vehicle and let Pinkie drive once she saw a lone Compensator heading somewhere. Pinkie followed the Brotherhood vehicle to a warehouse at the Poseidon Alley Docks and let Pinkamena take over again to handle the messy details of the mission.

Pinkamena didn’t play around as she gunned down the Brotherhood members outside the warehouse and the bottom floor of the building before she went upstairs and took advantage of the narrow pathways and crates on the second floor by torching it and everyone with a flamethrower. She used the crates as cover then lit them on fire and bucked them into distant Brotherhood.

Pinkamena left the warehouse burning but was still unsatisfied about what happened with Carlos despite the fact that their move had cost them Charlestown.

After Pinkamena called the number to have a wheelman deliver her car, she received a call from Shaundi.

“Hey, I have some news from the boss. First, the doctors say that Carlos will recover but not for several months which means he’s not gonna be of much help to us for a while. Second, I told the boss that Maero’s girlfriend was at the bank in Southern Cross. He wanted me to relay the news to you and said for you to do whatever you want to her but make sure to drive the point home for him about why it was a bad idea to fuck with the Saints...and that he should have offered something better than twenty percent.”

Pinkamena’s trademark evil smile appeared on her face as she soon had an idea about how she was going to deal with the situation.

Once her car arrived, she drove straight to the bank.

Jessica had just finished making the latest deposit into the Brotherhood bank account. She was still feeling proud of herself for teaching the Saints a painful lesson on not messing with the Brotherhood.

Once the transaction was complete she turned around to leave the bank. The moment she turned around, her vision caught sight of the large net flying at her and quickly wrapping her in it. She collapsed on the floor and looked up to catch sight of the pink pony with the look of a true psychopath on her face.

While Jessica was struggling in the net the alarm went off and the bank was sealed. The pink pony pulled out an SMG and murdered every bank guard in the room. She then turned toward the sealed door, took a deep breath and reared back a forehoof before she hit the door hard and sent it flying off its hinges and forward across the parking lot. The impact had also left a larger hole in the doorway.

The madmare dragged the net with Jessica in it to her car. She tossed Jessica into the backseat of the car before she got into the driver’s seat. She turned around and looked at the woman with the same insane look before she slammed a hoof in her face, knocking her out.

Jessica woke up with a headache and groaning from the impact. She moved a hand to her head in reaction...but couldn’t.

She soon realized that her arms and legs were bound to restraints on a wooden table. She struggled to get out of them but they bound her arms and legs tight. She looked around for anything that might be of use to her and as her sight adapted to the dark room she saw what seemed like the makings of a torture chamber. She saw sharp tools and surgical implements on the wall. Another part of the room, strangely enough, had baking equipment including an oven. She had to wonder what the madmare planned to do with her.

“Oh goodie, you’re awake. You’re just in time to help me,” came the voice of her captor.

“Help? Help with what, you psycho?”

Pinkamena moved up to Jessica’s face, her muzzle close to her left ear as she whispered, “You’re gonna help me make a peace offering to Maero.”

Pinkamena got off the table and turned to address the readers. “We all know where this is going so I’m gonna cut away the scene. Those who don’t know and are curious should find the fanfic and read it.”

Pinkamena swiped her hoof.

Maero was growing concerned about where his girlfriend was. His last call with her was just before she entered the bank to make the latest deposit. Matt was doing his best to make the damage he caused by the toxic waste look somewhat presentable.

Maero was about to send some of his people to look for his girlfriend when a knock was heard at the door. One of the members answered the door but found no one there. Instead he found a large tray of cupcakes on the ground and a note attached to it that simply said, “A Peace Offering.” Pinkamena’s smiling face was drawn on it.

Maero wasn’t sure why the Saints were giving cupcakes as a way of making peace with him but thought that after what happened to Carlos they decided to back off. The Brotherhood leader invited a few more of his gang to enjoy the cupcakes with him.

The pastries were delicious and sweet, but for some strange reason there was a sort of meaty aftertaste to them. The gang didn’t mind as they continued devouring pastry after pastry.

Their jovial mood quickly ended when they reached the bottom of the tray and noticed three things on the tray: a picture of Jessica, a familiar necklace that had a ‘J’ on it, and a flash drive.

Maero had a bad feeling about the clues before him and ordered one of his members to put the flash drive into a USB port on a laptop. They soon realized that the flash drive contained a video file and played it.

What they saw horrified everyone in the room and all of them vomited as they saw the footage of the pink pony and the things she did to Jessica. They threw up even more once they discovered the secret ingredient in the cupcakes.

“WHAT KIND OF SICK, TWISTED FUCK IS THIS PONY?!” Maero roared.

One thing was certain, Maero was through playing around with the Saints. He was going to make them pay dearly and send the evil pony to the glue factory where she belonged.

Author's Note

Carlos did survive being dragged through the street so no Zombie Carlos.

Yes, Jessica did get subjected to a Cupcakes scenario. I wanted to have that happen at least once in this story. Reminds me of that one episode of South Park where Cartman fed that one kid's parents to him.