Murder Time, Fun Time

Nighttime in Stillwater was a perfect time for people who wanted to commit their crimes in anonymity while under the cover of darkness; especially in some alleyway where people would struggle to recognize your face.

One street hustler was going to make one last hustle for the night before turning in. He had to testify against someone in court in a few days and he had heard that all of the other witnesses had been murdered. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that someone was out there hunting for all of the witnesses and he was likely to be next.

After one last hustle, he was going to go into hiding until the trial when the police could escort him to the courthouse. Once the trial was over, the hunter would have no reason to go after him anymore.

The hustler spotted one of the strangest things he had ever seen in Stillwater: a pink pony and a man who obviously belonged to the Third Street Saints, given his purple clothing. Something exotic like the pony might fetch him a hefty sum from the right buyers.

The hustler approached the two and gave his friendliest greeting, “Hello there, would you be willing to sell me that pony? I’ll give you fifteen hundred for it.”

The man looked at the pony who shook its head for some reason and made a strange motion as if to say the hustler should raise the offer, so he did. “Okay, two thousand.” The pony nodded and the man accepted the money before the hustler nudged the pony into the alley.

The hustler was proud of himself for such a ‘sale’ since he paid for the pony in counterfeit money but he would be long gone before he realized that.

The click of a gun sent alarm bells through his mind as he knew someone was pointing a gun at him. In response, he raised his arms as he waited for his robber’s demands. The voice came as a high-pitched feminine voice, “Well Don, looks like you’re the last one on the list. Any last words?” Despair filled Don as he realized that he was now in the presence of the hunter who killed the other witnesses.

“How did you know it was me?” he asked. “I was so careful.”

“I saw the hitman icon on my minimap.” Before Don could question the logic of his assassin, a loud bang was heard followed by a sharp but very brief pain as death quickly claimed his soul.

Pinkamena blew the smoke from her pistol before putting it back in her mane. With the last of the witnesses dead, it was time to call up Marcel and claim her reward: a shiny Platinum T3K Urban SMG.

Since they had some free time, Pinkamena searched around the city for the vehicles that were wanted by Samson. After hours of searching, Pinkie found three of the vehicles from her list: a Keystone, a Nordberg, and a Mag. They were unattended and Pinkie managed to hotwire them and drove them each to the mechanic before she gave them to Samson.

The Cavallaro that was needed for the list was more difficult to obtain because most of the ones in the city had been bought by Los Carnales. To get one, Pinkamena had to take over and start shooting at Carnales members in the street until someone sent one of the needed cars their way. After a few minutes of murdering people in red shirts, some of whom were civilians who decided to wear red at the time, a Cavallaro came and Pinkamena took the opportunity to shoot the driver before getting in the car and letting Pinkie drive it to Samson, Carnales hot on their trail. By the time Pinkie reached the garage, the gang had given up the chase.

The last car was going to be tricky because the only time the last vehicle ever showed up was when the law enforcement was extremely pissed off. To this end, Pinkie drove downtown before finding a pay phone and placing a false anonymous tip to the FBI about an imminent terrorist attack in Stillwater around her location. It wasn’t long before her area was visited by several FBI vehicles. The agents who drove them left their vehicles to investigate the potential threat. After an hour of fruitless searching, the agents were about to give up and go back home before someone finally discovered one of their vehicles was missing. The agents tried activating the tracker on the missing vehicle only for there to be no signal from the tracker which meant that the vehicle was either in a place that blocked signals or the tracker was destroyed. With no other means to find the missing vehicle, the FBI agents went back home humiliated.

As Pinkie was exiting the garage, her phone rang. She answered it to find that Julius was going to give her next orders. “Pinkie, are you near Filmore?”

“Yuppers!”

“Good. I’m sendin’ Playa your way. A bunch of King’s bookies are meeting at a parking garage to discuss rigging games. I lost a lot of money because of them. Don’t let any of ‘em walk away from the meeting. No one fucks with my hockey game…”

Pinkamena couldn't help but laugh to herself and Pinkie had to agree with the sentiment that this mission seemed a bit personal to Julius who failed to hide how salty he was about losing a bet on a hockey game, even if the game was rigged against him. Still, the mare and the mute had their orders and another piece of the city to take from the Vice Kings.

Once Playa had finally arrived, and left because he pissed off the cops again with his driving, Pinkamena took over and let out a deep sigh before she pulled out a grappling claw and put on a black stealth suit. She hurled the grappling claw at the roof of the parking garage and began climbing as silently as she could. The madmare expected Playa to quickly return and start shooting at the VK in the lower levels of the parking garage and work his way up. Meanwhile Pinkamena had some scouting to do on the top floor.

At the top of the parking garage, Pinkamena saw some Vice King leaders having a discussion near their car. She also noticed a ramp that was placed so whoever drove off the garage could make a quick getaway if their meeting was interrupted.

To make sure that didn’t happen, Pinkamena snuck over to the ramp and pulled out one of Pinkie’s party mines that she installs in ponies’ entryways to give her surprise parties more ‘Surprise!’. She overcharged the mine so it would have an effect on vehicles before she set it in place.

As if on cue, a roar of gunfire could be heard from the lower levels of the parking garage which informed the mare that Playa was attacking the Vice Kings from below. She returned to the grapple and climbed down the rope back to the bottom floor as she let Playa have his fun before she had her’s.

It wasn’t long before Playa made it to the top floor of the parking garage, ready to take down the last of the VK. One quickly got into his car and drove for the ramp in an effort to escape his assailant. Just as the car was climbing the small ramp, an explosion occurred directly below the vehicle as it was launched into the distance and crashed into the Kingdom Come Records reconstruction site.

The building itself was outfitted with a number of explosives that were put there by Pinkamena. The mare pushed the plunger that set off the explosives and caused the entire building to collapse again, burying the last of the game-rigging crew in tons of rubble.

Gaining Filmore put the Saints one step closer to throwing the Vice Kings out of the city.

Julius wanted Pinkamena and Playa to reclaim the old police station in Shivington, the same place where Johnny nearly got caught. Apparently, one of their members was being held captive there and Julius wanted the Saint broken out. Playa was not looking forward to going back there after what happened to him and Johnny. Neither of them knew what went down after Anthony knocked them unconscious and Pinkamena preferred to keep it that way.

When they got inside, both were surprised that there was little resistance. The madmare could sense the fear in the air which told her that Tanya might have spread rumors about a monster in the abandoned police station.

And she was going to take advantage of that.

“Hey Playa, why don’t you go wait at the entrance. I wanna try something that I can only do here,” Pinkamena said. Playa shrugged and obeyed her request since he would prefer being elsewhere at the moment anyway.

With her partner out of the way, Pinkamena began stalking the hallways, looking for Vice Kings to catch alone. Her first victim was busy relieving himself on a wall. With no one else around, the mare snuck up behind the thug and turned his blissful ignorance of his situation to one of horror as his right shoulder was stabbed by a kitchen knife. Before he could move his left hand to the knife, the mare jumped over him and around to slice his torso from right shoulder to left hip, leaving a massive opening in his gut.

The thug let out a loud agonized scream that would soon send more VK running into the room. By the time reinforcements got there, along with the pimp who led them, all they saw was an eviscerated corpse with his dick hanging out.

“What the fuck!?” one of the VK said. “Was the rumor Tanya was spreading around true?”

“You mean the one about this station being haunted by some monstrous creature?” another VK said.

“Nope,” said a voice behind the group. Everyone turned around to see a dark pink pony with two SMGs, one in each forehoof, pointed at them. The VK had next to no time to react as their position was met with a hailstorm of bullets which dropped the group in seconds.

“Rule one of a horror scenario: Don’t leave the group for any reason, even if you have to take a piss,” Pinkamena said to the corpses. “Rule one of combat: Always make sure someone is covering the rear.” The mare shook her head in disappointment and proceeded to the cells downstairs where the Saint was being held.

The two VK who were pummeling on their prisoner paused their interrogation when they heard gunfire coming from upstairs. They pulled out their pistols and left their prisoner on the floor while they investigated.

The creepy sound of a high-pitched giggle rang in their ears as they looked all around the corridor for the source of it, only to find nothing. Turning a corner, the one direction they didn’t look was down or they would have noticed the pink pony with a shotgun pointed at them before they were blown back by a wall of buckshot.

With the VK cleared out, Pinkamena helped the prisoner to his feet and the two of them, along with another prisoner found along the way, left the police station.

Knowledge of the crew being wiped out had only fanned the flames that Tanya’s rumor started and motivated the Vice Kings out of Shivington.

Pinkamena and Playa received a call from Johnny to tell them that he was ready to get back into the fight and that they were to pick him up and take him to Anthony’s condo at Atlantis Avenue which was a small neighborhood along the northern coastline. Their target was Tanya, who had proven elusive for the past few attempts to eliminate her.

Thankfully, Pinkamena knew where Anthony lived because she looted his wallet and found his address: 707 Springfield.

The drive to the condo was uneventful but once they got there, they noticed a number of Vice Kings moving crates out of the condo which indicated that Anthony was keeping something interesting there. Playa, Johnny, and Pinkamena began dropping the VK who were transporting boxes and discovered that Anthony kept a pretty heavy arsenal. This motivated the trio to work harder to secure the condo. The defenders never stood a chance against their firepower.

Unfortunately, Tanya was elsewhere when the attack happened, Johnny figured she was with Warren sucking his cock since Anthony was out of the picture. Out of frustration, Johnny emptied an entire magazine of pistol rounds in the nearest dead VK he saw before throwing his pistol at him. “Much as I wish that were Tanya, I do feel a little better. That bitch won’t be slippin’ away much longer; even if we have to kill King to get to her. Anyway, I’ll have some of our boys roll on over and bring the hardware back to the crib.”

With Anthony’s property seized by the Saints, it was time to take out one of King’s biggest assets: his connections to the police.