Murder Time, Fun Time

Pinkamena gave a brief summary of what she did to Jessica while leaving out the involvement of baked goods from her explanation. No need to cause the Saints to look twice at a cupcake. Basically, she told them about how she tortured and killed Jessica and fed her to Maero and whoever was around him before they realized what they were doing. Playa did ask how she pulled that off but she quickly changed the subject, assuring him that he did not need to know.

Playa was satisfied at least that an impactful message was sent to the wolf themed gang.

Pinkamena knew that Maero would come after her now that’s how she wanted him to behave.

For now, the madmare figured that Gilda could use a small upgrade. For that she turned to the services of Tera Patrick. Her research into nanites might be of use in the upcoming finale against the Brotherhood. Tera had an idea on how to make use of the remaining nanites she had but she would need some special fabric and other materials. Tera wrote the list of what she needed and gave it to Playa since he didn’t have anything to do at the time since Pinkamena intended to finish the remaining three activities with Treehugger and Gilda.

Pinkie had one last list of cars to hijack and the one who requested the cars talked about them like they would round out his collection so the requester sounded like a wealthy man.

Tobias’ cousin, Richie, was running the same racket as his cousin and he needed someone to protect him while he made his drug deals. Since Treehugger handled the task with Luz, Pinkamena decided to let the stoner pony handle the task.

The last request came from Pierce. He wanted to move some drugs through the Barrio but he was expecting heavy resistance from the Brotherhood so he needed some aerial escort. Once Playa got back from collecting the materials, Pinkamena would get him to fly with Gilda to keep the skies and ground clear of Brotherhood resistance.

The three activities were completed without much difficulty. Gilda made sure she and Playa had air superiority at all times as she shot down enemy helicopters. Treehugger finished her task and bonded with Richie by smoking a few joints together as well as smoking through their bongs. Pinkie stole a number of expensive cars while Pinkamena aggravated the cops a little to get a S.W.A.T. van to deploy so her sister could deliver that to the chop shop to finish the list.

There were not a lot of useful rewards earned by the three though the bulletproof vests and shotgun were more useful than not. They could live without the mechanic discount though since none of them visited a Rim Jobs very often.

With all of the requests complete Pinkamena could focus her efforts on taking back control of the city for the Saints.

Treehugger sat next to Pinkamena on a couch in the lobby of the hideout and got the madmare’s attention. “I got some information while I was helping Tobias’ cousin at the airport.”

“Yeah?” Pinkamena responded.

“Richie said that he overheard Maero talking with some scary people. I think he called them ‘you-row-trash’...?”

“Eurotrash? Those are people from another land. I have a bit of an unpleasant history with them. Then again, who don’t I have an unpleasant history with at this point? So what did Maero want with them?”

“He didn’t get all the details but Maero made some deal with them for what I can guess is a lot of money. The deal is taking place at one of the hangars at the airport but he never told me which one.”

“Alright, you’re coming with me. First we need to get Shaundi to show you how to transfer money electronically. If this deal is involving a large sum then I doubt either party would be comfortable carrying physical currency around in a briefcase.”

“What are you going to do?”

“What I do best.”

After Treehugger received a crash course from Shaundi in computers and, more specifically, electronic transfer of currency, Pinkamena and Treehugger headed to the airport and looked around until they discovered a hangar with a large number of Brotherhood around it.

Pinkamena slashed her way through the hangar with her knife while Treehugger provided suppressive fire with a pistol to cover the madmare during her rampage.

The duo went upstairs to deal with the Brotherhood on the catwalk before forcing their way into the room above the hangar floor. After clearing out the Brotherhood, Treehugger began using what she learned to transfer the money on the computer to an account owned by the Saints. It took some time to do so since keyboards were not designed for hooves.

Once the transfer began, Pinkamena had Treehugger defend the computer while she tore apart the Brotherhood outside the hangar.

Using her party cannon, she demolished the Brotherhood vehicles and smiled as a number of Brotherhood near the vehicles were caught in the explosions.

Pinkamena noticed a number of airplanes moving to take off which made her suspicious since having Brotherhood around would likely have caused any legitimate planes to stay grounded until the situation was resolved. Still, they were moving targets and whether they were the Eurotrash dealers or a legitimate civilian airplane didn’t matter to her. She turned her party cannon around and made sure the planes stayed grounded.

“Being ugly was going to be the least of their concerns,” Pinkamena thought, thinking back to Stefan.

Treehugger returned to Pinkamena to report what she hoped was the success of the cash transfer. Whether or not the transfer was a success though didn’t matter to Pinkamena as the cash was only a bonus.

With the deal broken up, the Saints were able to gain control of the airport from the Brotherhood.

Playa had not calmed down since Carlos was badly injured by the Brotherhood. He wanted Maero to pay dearly for what Jessica did. What he wanted was to steal the incoming weapons shipment but couldn’t do so yet because the ship would not get to Stilwater for a few more days.

In the meantime he needed to blow some steam and keep the pressure going on the Brotherhood. Pierce tried to suggest going after Maero’s tattoo artist but Shaundi interrupted and stole Pierce’s idea which made the lieutenant stutter in disbelief. Playa went along with it because while he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he had fun messing with Pierce.

Pierce mentioned that Matt stored his truck along with everything he needed for his pyrotechnics displays in a delivery truck that was kept at a warehouse in the truck yard.

Pinkamena came along for the ride as Playa and Pierce drove to the truck yard. After clearing the yard of Brotherhood, the trio searched around and found a delivery truck carrying a large number of fireworks.

Pinkie drove as Pierce directed the party mare to the concert while Playa had his fun in the back tossing crates of explosives at the pursuing Brotherhood trucks.

The sound of bad music assaulted their ears to tell them that they had arrived. Playa and Pinkamena, who took over as Pinkie disembarked from the truck, headed into the concert hall and moved onto the stage.

The fans complained as the concert was disrupted. Playa punched Matt to the floor and Pinkamena slaughtered the other band members, sending the crowd into a panic and fleeing the concert hall.

“W-what do you want from me?” Matt asked.

“I’m bored and still pissed about what your boss did to my lieutenant. So I’ve come to fuck you up,” Playa said.

“W-why would y-you do that? I don’t have anything to do with leading the Brotherhood. I’m just their tattoo artist.”

“Because you’re friends with Maero.” With that, Playa forced Matt’s right hand over one of the pyrotechnics displays and triggered the device’s activation by stepping on the activation pedal. Matt’s fretting hand was incinerated as flames engulfed it. Matt screamed in agony as the flames seared his flesh.

Meanwhile, Pinkamena held his other hand down and pulled out a tattoo pen machine that was loaded with toxic waste instead of ink. The madmare’s novice technique left a number of bad designs on Matt’s left arm and hand. However, her bad designs didn’t matter as the intended effect of the job kicked in. Matt’s screams continued as his arm was eaten away by the corrosive substance.

Playa had enough with torturing Matt and went back to the hideout while Pinkamena began doing some novice tattoo work on Matt’s face. Unlike with what Matt did to Maero, Pinkamena intended on tattooing his whole face while the radioactive waste burned his face off.

After covering Matt’s face with her doodles, she got off the guitarist and watched the toxic ink take effect. The skin on Matt’s face began to sag and fall off in chunks, leaving behind damaged muscle tissue and exposed skull.

Making sure to finish the job, Pinkamena jabbed the ink pen through his left eye socket and into his brain, releasing the remaining contents into the organ.

Pinkamena was curious if the waste in his brain might turn him into a zombie but she didn’t want to take any chances so she pulled out her shotgun and blasted Matt’s head off.

During the process of her torture of the guitarist slash tattoo artist, she took pictures of the progress of her work and sent them to Maero to see how far this latest kill would push the large man.

Pinkamena returned to the hideout and rested while she awaited the results.

The results were seen the next day and were about as expected as Maero had unleashed a number of his lieutenants all over the city to rampage on the Saints’ turf. However, Pinkamena had no interest in defending the neighborhoods as long as Playa was around to defend them. That was part of his job as a leader after all.

The reckless attack also cost the Brotherhood Encanto, leaving the number of neighborhoods remaining under Brotherhood control down to four.

What did catch her interest was a call from Troy. She had to wonder what would make the police chief become so desperate as to call her. She answers her phone, “What do you want, Troy?”

“Have you seen the news? A bunch of lawyers were hired by Ultor to get the Brotherhood members my boys captured back on the streets.”

“Why would Ultor have the Brotherhood publicly released? I doubt that would be good for their public image.”

“I don’t know but Vogel is behind this movement.”

“That’s twice that Vogel’s been a pain in my flank,” Pinkamena thought to herself before responding, “We’ll make sure those prisoners never go free.”

“Much as I wanna see this done legally, I can’t win a battle like that against Ultor so I’ll have to deal with the aftermath.”

The call ended but before the madmare left the hideout, Tera approached her with her latest invention. She was holding a case that contained a pair of gloves that were designed to fit the griffon that she intended them for.

The gloves had an inner layer for protecting her talons from the middle layer which was composed of nanites that were designed to tear through almost anything. Attached to the gloves were a pair of armbands that served as a recharging station for the used nanites and an inhibitor to keep the nanites from spreading beyond the gloves and potentially attacking the wearer’s body. There was an outer coating that acted as a means to keep the nanites from flying off the gloves for some reason and in case the wearer touched the wrong part of the gloves for some reason. The nanites reacted to the wearer’s thoughts, making the ends of the gloves sharper in response to the wearer’s aggression.

Pinkamena discussed her idea for the gloves earlier with Gilda and while the griffon refused at first because she preferred using her natural talons to tear at her prey, Pinkamena also enticed her with the idea of gloves that could tear through metal like it was paper. Gilda didn’t have to use the gloves all the time but when a task called for destroying things and she was out of rockets, they would be useful.

Gilda hesitantly accepted the strange gloves once Pinkamena presented the case to her. “It’s time to field test these things. I need a convoy of prison busses with police cars escorting Brotherhood prisoners taken out. I don’t want a single one of those prisoners walking away from those busses alive.

“Got it, boss.” Gilda put on the gloves and flew away. Thankfully, the outer layer also let her hold her things without causing them to erode. She pulled out her phone and used the data Pinkamena sent her to track the location of the busses.

The griffon was soon hovering over the first bus and using her new gloves, let loose her aggressive tendencies which made the gloves transform into claws that she used to tear the roof off the first bus. The prisoners and driver panicked and tried to swerve before the griffon pulled out an SMG and sprayed the passengers with bullets until none were left alive.

Gilda repeated the process with the second bus but when she reached the third bus she ripped out the engine and with a roar hurled the engine into the bus, killing the driver. The prisoners attempted to flee the bus but were hunted like prey as the griffon mutilated them with her claws.

Gilda had a moment to calm down after killing all the prisoners and the police escorts. After that moment she received a call from Pierce who flinched as the griffon nearly screeched into the phone when she answered. Pierce informed her about a number of Brotherhood prisoners being brought to shore by boat from the prison.

With that, Gilda used those speed flying skills she was proud of to quickly reach the boats and used her claws to cut massive gashes into the hulls to sink the boats.

Some of the prisoners tried to swim to shore but they were also hunted like prey as Gilda bloodied the waters.

Gilda spent a few minutes to calm herself. Once she was calm enough, the gloves returned to their dormant state to show that. She waited a few more minutes hovering above the water in case there was another call.

When no more calls came, Gilda returned to the hideout feeling proud of her latest hunt.