NEIGHSAY

"You jerk." Starstreak said. He was about to make a stampede between him and Neighsay. Just before he could attack, Neighsay quickly tied his hands and pulled him outside of the window.

"Oh no!" Starstreak's stallions said

"Boss!" one of them said.

"If you take one more step..." Neighsay said. He then let go a few inches of the tape measure, causing the hanged Starstreak to go down a bit but didn't fell.

"...your boss will fall." Neighsay said.

"Don't move, you dimwits!" Starstreak shouted. "Just stay still!"

"Everyone, stay still." Starstreak's stallions said at the fact that their lead would fall if they were stubborn to not move a single muscle.

"Babel E&C bought this building through illegal means. And I will not forgive their artocity." Neighsay said.

"Unless you want to die, pull me up." Starstreak said. "Now!"

"I'll get this building back no matter what." Neighsay whispered to him. "And I will make all of you pay for what you did." Neighsay then said something in Italian. "This building...is mine."

"That was Italian, right? What did he say?" one of the tenants asked Joe.

"What?"

"What did he say?"

"He said..." he was nervous since he remembered Neighsay learned his secret back in his restaurant. Not knowing what it means, he just clapped his hooves on joy.

"E mio!" the dry cleaner said, even though he never learned the English translation. Every tenant then started clapping. Tempest just rolled her eyes. Cheese was seen in the window at the other side, clapping along with the tenants.

"Take your stallions and get lost. Then, I'll help you back up." Neighsay said.

"I'll get lost. Help me up." Starstreak said.

"What?" Neighsay said.

"I'll leave, so help me."

"Promise me."

"Seriously. I promise." Starstreak said as he tries to reach Neighsay's pinky. "Do I really need to? Okay. I can't straighten my finger!" Starstreak said. "This hurts. Oh, my hoof."

"Stamp it." Neighsay said. Tempest was watching Neighsay in suspicion. She felt like this was a dumb plan for Neighsay to do. She stroke her chin looking at the stallions.

"You cruel bastard." Starstreak said. "Come on. I stamped it." he said as both of their pinkies touched. "Help me up. Hurry!" Starstreak exclaimed.

"Go on. Help him." Neighsay said to Starstreak's stallions. Then, the stallions came rushing to save their boss. They grabbed the tape measure along with Neighsay.

"Bring me up! Hurry up!" he exclaimed. Neighsay pulled him up easily and Starstreak got back on the floor.

"Boss!" one of them said.

"Be careful." one of his stallions said as Starstreak was rolling like a running sushi.

"Goodness!"

"It hurts!" Starstreak said. Neighsay then approach to Tempest, and faced her, and she returned with raised eyebrows.

"Boss, are you okay?"

"Hey." one of them said. Neighsay looked at Tempest in confusion.

"Boss, are you all right?"

"Oh no! You're bleeding!" one of them said.

"This could leave a scar!" Starstreak cried. "This could leave a scar! Damn it!". He then looked at Neighsay and pointed at him. "Kill that bastard."

"Grab your weapons." one of them said.

"I know you're a lowlife punk, but aren't you breaking your promise way too soon?" Neighsay said, as he fiddles with the measuring tape. He then raised his own hand, and gestured it to go make a stampede towards him.

"Let's go!" the stallions shouted, as they prepared baseball bats, and the tenants, Caballeron and Tempest, screamed in fear and ran away from them.

"Hey! Stop it! Stop right there!" the guards came rushing between the tenants and the lawyers.

"What?"

"Seriously?"

"Mr. Starstreak, you should leave." one of the guards said. "There are reporters outside."

"Reporters? Why?" Starstreak asked.

"How should I know?!" Alright...Let's quickly disperse."

"Leave."

"What?"

"Get lost." Startstreak said. "Hey. Hey!" Starstreak exclaimed in front of Neighsay. "Stay right there. I'll hand you in this very plaza soon."

Neighsay just nodded and walked away from him with Starstreak walking at the opposite direction.

"Damn it!" Starstreak shouted."Damn it, this scar!" Starstreak cried.

"Goodness."

"Those bastards." one of the tenants said.

"What was that?"

Caballeron went near Neighsay and whispered: "We should talk.". Caballeron then proceeded to walk over to his office

Neighsay then proceeded to follow him to his office, the office in where Tempest barged in.

"Gosh. Didn't I tell you not to fool around?" Caballeron said.

"I wasn't fooling around. I told you Mr. Blueblood was threatened to sign the contract." Neighsay said angrily.

""Threatened"? Gosh." Caballeron chuckled. "That was quite a stunt you put up here. You guys are amazing." he said, smiling. "Why are you so childish?!" he asked angrily. Tempest and Grubber were also there with them too. They were listening to their discussion.

"Why won't you..." Neighsay said furiously. He then turned around to Grubber. "Why he trust me?!"

Tempest smirked at him , while she was sipping some cultured milk in her cup. "Seeing now you're speaking Italian ,you must feel guilty." she mocked. Neighsay seethed with anger and turned to Tempest.

"Shut up!" Neighsay shouted angrliy in Italian at her.

"It sounds like you're cursing." Tempest said. She then blinked both of her eyes to Neighsay cutely. Neighsay then sighed then turned to Caballeron.

"Think about it. Why would I still be here if I sold this building, I'd take the money and go abroad!" Neighsay said.

"That's true." Tempest said.

"Be quiet!" Caballeron shouted at her. Tempest just continued to sip her milk. He then turned to Neighsay. "Go back to your country and stop inconveniencing us." he said. "Babel E&C Pharmaceuticals, and Law Firm Wingtip are all garbage. Leave. all of you."

"Somehow, I got caught in a crossfire. Unbelievable." Tempest said.

"I don't expect you to believe me. I'm going to get this building back." Neighsay said, which caused Caballeron to turn back at him. Neighsay then smiled and walked out of the office, leaving Tempest and Grubber, who were watching him leave.

"That's impossible! The contract has been signed already!" Tempest said to Neighsay. She then scoffed and took her bag with her. Before Grubber and Tempest could leave, a group of ponies entered the office.

"How may I help you?" Grubber said.

"I'm a reporter from CN. I'd like to meet with..." he said, as he got his phone and checked his name again. "Neighsay Cassano. He gave us a tip. Is he here?"

Caballeron then approach to them. "He called you here?"

Meanwhile, Neighsay went down out of the plaza. He sighed after the talk

"Sir!" a familiar, overreacting, voiced called him. Tempest then approach to him. "What a surprise. You even called the reporter." she said.

EPISODE 2

"However, there's something I can't just wrap my head around." she added. Neighsay tried to walk away, but Tempest kept following behind him. "Why would you get worked up even more so than your client?." Tempest shouted at him, trying to get his attention. "The building was sold at a high price so you'll be getting a hefty sum."

"Putting aside the money, would this upset anyone?" Neighsay said.

"Not at all!" Tempest exclaimed. "Lawyer don't usually involve themselves in matters like this. European lawyers are quite strict about these things."

"What are you trying to say?" Neighsay said. They then both stopped walking and faced each other.

"My experience tells me that there's more to this. A reason enough to make them act this way." Tempest said.

"So..." He then walked up to her even nearer. "What could that be?"

"Beats me." she said as she walked up to him even nearer. Neighsay tries to walk back, and Tempest keeps walking to him as he goes to the opposite direction. "But it must be something that's more valuable than the building." She then walked to the way but then turned to him and went to the opposite direction. Neighsay felt like this was getting awkward. He then went to the direction that Tempest first went before she turned.

Meanwhile with some of the tenants...

"I saw this coming! Those show-offs with flashy suits are all the same!" Cheese said. Somepony pointed at the sweat Cheese maid with his hooves. "Six days is nowhere enough." Cheese said. 'I ought him to put him in a guillotine choke for 11 days straight!"

"Can you please sit down and talk?" one of the tenants said.

"Sit down." one of the tenants pulled his hoof.

"He robbed us blind, didn't he?" one of the tenants said.

"I said we shouldn't trust him and his good looks!" a tenant shouted.

"I knew it when he badmouthed my food. It's obvious that I'm taller than him, but he spoke casually at me." Joe said.

"This Testicoli or Neighsay stallion is more heinous than the building owner." the dry cleaner said.

"You're right. He totally deceived us."

"Should I go teach him a lesson?" Cheese Sandwich asked. "How about I slam that face of his on the ground? Should I fling him to the ground?"

"Gosh. I get that you're upset, but you shouldn't hurt his face." the piano player said.

"You should stop high-fiving the ground whenever you're drunk." the tenant said.

"Why are we always the ones to get robbed blind? We're not that stupid!" the mother said.

"But we're not that smart, either. You still don't know the times table!" the tenant said

"I can't believe you."

"I even got a knew stamp to seal the agreement." the piano player said. She then turned at Joe. "Aren't Trottignhamian stallions supposed to be gentlecolts?"

"Not at all. They slack off and are terrible liars. They distract ponies and creatures with hand gestures." Joe said.

"What should we do?" the monk said.

"You can..." one of them said. "You can just move to another temple." he said.

"Not at all. We will stay by your side until the end." the monk said.

"I'll need to verify if he has trily deceived us or not." Caballeron said.

"Look what happened. What's the point of that? We already lost our building!" one tenant said.

"He was the one who called the reporters." Caballeron mentioned.

"What's his plan? Why is he confusing us?" the dry cleaner said.

"I'll make a thorough evaluation on whether he's in our side or not." Caballeron said.

Meanwhile, in the zumba class, there was that mare again, following the dance moves of the instructor. She was the mare in the laundromat place.

"Higher. Okay, get ready. Good."

"Four. Turn your waist. One, two, three."

"That's it." she said

"All right. Two."

But, hey, she isn't just a zumba student. Her name is Harshwhinny, and she's the prosecutor of Babel E&C.

"Our dear Deputy Minister Zephyr Breeze..." She said, approaching to another worker with files. She placed them on the table, and sat down. "All right.". She opened the files, and a stallion saw her scratching her barehoof. "So...just to say that you, Minister Shining Armor, and President Gladmane of JT Investment..." she read the files for the note. "The three of you had bevzilla at a resturaunt in Tasty Treats. That's all I need from you."

"What kind of story will you concoct with the reporters this time around?" Shining Armor said.

"Gosh. That's hurtful to hear." Harshwhinny scoffed. "I'm here to protect you. I am not going to reveal this to the public or call any reporters.

"You're planning to use JT Investment to get to the top." Shining Armor said. "I can't let you do that."

"Sir. Do you know what my specialty is? I can't turn the most heartfelt stories into most heinous ones." Harshwhinny said.

Shining armor chuckled. "Is that so?. They then started to chuckle.

"You don't believe me." Harshwhinny said. "Minister Discord from Chaosville who had 1.07 billion bits in debt and no house to his name. Who do you think accused him of illegally accumulating two billion bits and made him end up killing himself?"

"Look here, Ms. Harshwhinny!" he yelled in anger.

"Sir, you see, I'm the pony who can find faults in the most innocent ponies and creatures. Wait and see." Harshwhinny said.

Meanwhile in the hospital, Neighsay was standing in front of the bed, who lied there was Blueblood after he was t-boned.

"I'm sorry, sir." Blueblood said weakly.

"Don't say that. I'm glad your family is safe." Neighsay sighed.

"The plaza..." Blueblood said. Neighsay moved this accessory that keeps his neck still, and it was covering his mouth. "The plaza building. If Babel E&C demolishes it, they'll find out. You have to demolish it before they do." he said. Neighsay looked down at him in pity.

"But there's more. That secret room comes with a special feature."

3 years ago...

"What is it?" Blueblood said.

"It has to do with the structure of the room." Neighsay said. "The room will be touching the building's columns and the beams and will be equipped with a device that amplifies impact. When the room is put under a considerable impact, the impact will cause the columns and the beams to crack, and the building will collapse. If anyone tries to break in to steal the gold, the building itself will be their graveyard. And there is one more important thing. You must get rid of everyone who has built that room or is aware of its existence. Except for Mr. Blueblood and me, of course. From anyone apart from you to get that gold, the building..." he said as he put the tobacco in his cup. "...will be demolished.". The Fillypino stallion then smirked at him. "The family will gift you the blueprint as proof of our friendship."

1 year ago..

The black car drove from the vineyard with Neighsay in the backseat. He saw the news that Rogue, the same stallion 2 years ago, a Fillypino tycoon dies of cardiac arrest after a swim. He might have been shocked about the news, and he kept scrolling for more information. He had a shocked face after reading from his tablet.

10 months ago...

"Does his family know about the secret room?" Neighsay asked.

"No. It's just the three of us who know." Blueblood said. Neighsay sipped from his cup and looked at him. "Given his nature, I'm certain he didn't tell anyone." Blueblood said, as Neighsay nodded.

Neighsay took a deep breath. "Mr. Blueblood. Care to take some retirement money with me?"

3 months ago...

Neighsay was still in Trottingham at this time. He had the TV on if the news, and Neighsay was in his fancy night robe, scrolling his tablet about Babel E&C.

"Babel E&C has begun purchasing the shops and residences around the area."

Meanwhile...

"They contacted me. What should I do?" Blueblood asked through his phone call.

"Tell them you're going to rebuild it. We only need two days after the construction begins." Neighsay replied. "Two days to move the gold."

Present...

Neighsay looked through the door of the Canterlot Temple, looking at the changeling monk.

"I need to kick him out and demolish this building. I have to retrieve the gold."

"When should I tell the workers to come?" Cheese asked the monk from a distance. Neighsay turned from the coming tenants.

"Please tell your friend to come three days later." the monk said.

"That'll do. Okay, I got it" Cheese said. They both saw Neighsay and he greeted them.

"Are you going to fix something in here?" Neighsay chuckled.

"Yes. We're going to fix the boiler." Cheese said. Neighsay wondered. "By the way, why are you here?". Neighsay thought he might have been caught.

"I liked the text." Neighsay pointed at one poster with a simple and formal font.

"I see." Cheese said.

""Do not expect to get rich through illegal means."" Neighsay read.

"Yes, you shouldn't do that." Cheese said to Neighsay."Sir." he said to the monk.

""Don't be greedy for wealth or land. Do what's right."" Neighsay said out loud as he clutches his chest.

"Let's go inside." Cheese said to the monk.

"Thank you." the monk said.

As they went inside, they met the other monk that Neighsay saw before the other. "Praying on the cold floor gave me hemorrhoids." the monk said.

"Oh, dear." Cheese said.

"I know."

Meanwhile, Neighsay decided to sneak, so he went down on his knees and crawled to the door. He slighly opened the door and leaned his ear.

"That sharp and heavy pain." Cheese said. "Let's install a boiler this weekend."

"No!" Neighsay accidentally shouted from the door. He realized what he had done, and closed the door. The monk and Cheese looked around very confused. He then stood up in front of the door, and turned around to enter. He reached the handle of the door, and nervously smiled.

"I mean...Why waste money when they'll be demolishing this place anyway? I'll buy you an electric pad that can cover this size and pay for the electricity."

"That's okay! Don't worry about it!" the monk said.

"I said no!" Neighsay shouted in anger. The monk felt like he was deaf.

"Sir." Cheese Sandwich said. Neighsay sighed and turned back at them.

"Please don't refuse my goodwill." Neighsay said. "I'd like to show my appreciation for you all.". Then, they heard the other monk chanting again.

"He must've felt Buddha's presence from beneath again." the monk said.

"I see." Cheese bowed.

"Gosh."

"Are you okay?"

"Gosh."

"Okay."

Neighsay then looked at the monk's seat. Like mentioned, he was sitting above a room with tons of gold.

Meanwhile in the Wingtip Law Firm...

"The witness of the recording confessed to perjury." the stallion said, while Tempest was sipping on her drink. "Even if the second trial takes place, it'll be dismissed due to lack of evidence. It's over then."

"Yes." Tempest said. "My dad has no cards up his sleeve." she said and the stallion groaned.

"Caballeron must be getting old." he said as he pat himself with a short ball pen with a toy pighead. "He's out of moves." he then looked at Tempest and smiled. "Good luck wrapping things up!"

"Yes, sir." Tempest said. Just before the stallion would go out, Flam entered Tempest's office in a rush.

"Tempest!" Flam shouted before the stallion would even hold the doorknob.

"You startled me! You...Damn it! Gosh." he yelled furiously. "You have no class and no manners. Look at you wearing sneakers at work." he said, pointing the ball pen to Flam's face and hooves. "Why did you pick him of all creatures?!" he yelled at Tempest.

"It was you who picked me, sir." Flam said.

"I did?" the stallion asked, as Flam happily nodded. "I should quit drinking." he said. He then slapped Flam's chest with the ball pen.

"Sorry boss!" Flam said. He then turned to Tempest. "Tempest." he called as he quickly closed the door.

"Quiet down!" Tempest said. Flam then rushed to her.

"Tempest. You see...-"

"What? What is it?" Tempest said in annoyance as she went to her desk.

"Babel Pharmaceutical's Drug Development Division called. Qua...what was it?"

"Quarantine?"

"Right! One of the researchers who was quarantined went missing."

"What!?" Tempest exclaimed in shock.

Meanwhile in the Equestrian Security Intelligence Service, Stygian walked up to the desk, holding files, and that stallion in the desk was marked "Director Starswirl".

"The Trottinghamian Intelligence Service sent this." Stygian said.

"Okay." Starswirl grabbed the files, and gazed from line to line.

"After their boos died, Neighsay Cassano, the successor in line, was targeted by the mob. I believe...I believe he fled here to avoid getting killed." Stygian said.

What does a member of the Mafia coming to Canterlot have to do with our security?" Starswirl said.

"What do you mean? The most wicked gang in the world advanced into--"

""Advanced"? Is that what you think this is?" Starswirl said. "Then, if the two of them flew in, it might as well be an invasion." Starswirl said.

"What if Neighsay creates a new gang in Canterlot?" Stygian said.

"He needs money to do that." Starswirl said. "How much could he have bought before fleeing?"

"He could have secretly stashed a fortune in Canterlot." Stygian replied.

"Why would a member of the Mafia hide money here? There are plenty of places better suited for that!" Starswirl said.

"Please authorize this mission first. I'll get to the bottom of this." Stygian said.

"You'd better not spend any of our money." Starswirl said. "For every 10,000 bits, I'll deduct 100,000 bits!"

"Sir!"

"Enough! What was that? Yes. Go help the yakuza division. A yakuza dreaded himself with a stab knife yesterday...No. He stabbed the bread with a knife. Damn it. I can't even say it right." he then turned to Stygian. "Get out!"

Stygian turned in to leave, but turned his head a bit. "But they're the Mafia. Like the movie, The Godfather."

"Hey." Starswirl said. The that time was where Stygian left.

Stygian rushed to another working area, and sat down. He took a look at his bank account, containing 1,198,345 bits. "This is enough." he said. "Just you wait, Neighsay Cassano. I'll pay for the for the mission out of my own pocket." he then grinned at he spent 756,456 bits, and only had 441,889 bits left. He was left speechless.

He then nervously giggled. "It's okay." he nervously said. "It's alright. I can do it. O sole mio~" he then cried because of his remaining balance.

Meanwhile in Caballeron's office...

"You said that you told the truth for the victims of Babel. Was everything a lie?"

"Yes. I'm sorry."

"Why did you lie?"

"I told you that you would regret it..." Caballeron said in front of the TV.

"I'm sorry."

"...one day"

"I felt guilty."

"You sold your conscience for money..."

"Any words to the victims?"

"...and broke the hearts of the bereaved."

"I'm sorry for causing confusion. I'm truly sorry to everyone I've hurt. I'm sorry."

Caballeron then turned off the TV, and turned to Grubber, who was piling up files.

"What are you doing?" Caballeron said.

"Getting rid of Babel lawsuit documents. It's really over now." Grubber said as he looked at one piece of paper.

"Don't be absurd." Caballeron said. 'It's not over--"

"Until it's over. But it is really over now." Grubber said.

"We still have hope. Trials are full of twists and turns." Caballeron said.

"And they always work against us."

"Maybe not this time around." Caballeron said. He then looked up and said: "Celestia help us."

"Oh, Celestia~"

"You little.." He rushed over to argue with Grubber, but then he heard the door open. Neighsay walked in, carrying the suit case and approached to Caballeron.

"Back for more tricks, are you?" Caballeron said.

Neighsay smiled and said: "I have a favor.". Caballeron then smiled and nodded. "Please share with me the document you have on Babel E&C."

"What for?" Caballeron said. "I see. You want to study your enemy before defeating them?". He asked, and Neighsay nodded. "Gosh. Are you still pulling this stunt?"

"Yes." Neighsay answered. "I will blow both you and the tenants with this stunt."

"You should leave." Caballeron said. He then turned back from Neighsay.

"The one who helps out the losing team in a war isn’t an enemy but--"

"An ally. Right?" Grubber said to Neighsay.

"You little..." Caballeron shutted Grubber. He then slammed the TV remote on his files, and turned to Neighsay. "That ally..." he pauesd when he stared at Neighsay. Neighsay was waiting for his reply. Caballeron kept thinking of words, while Neighsay raised an eyebrow on him.

Caballeron got to his desk and sighed. Neighsay approached to him.

"Sir. There are things that can only be verified through trust." Neighsay said. Caballeron heard and turned to him. "If you want to win, give me a chance instead of doubting me."

Caballeron looked at him seriously, and kept thinking like he always does. "Grubber."

"Yes?" Grubber said.

"Hand him all the documents..." he then turned to Neighsay. "...we have on Babel E&C."

"Yes, sir." Grubber said. Neighsay looked at Caballeron and smiled.

Meanwhile in the Babel E&C building...

Flam showed two fingers on the fingers in anger.

"It's been two days! Why didn't you tell us sooner?!" Flam yelled at the Babel workers. "Look at her. She is so upset!" he pointed at Tempest, who was stressfully reading some documents.

"I'm sorry." one of the workers said. Flam crossed his arms and scoffed.

"Celestia...Seriously." Flam said. Tempest glared at the two workers and said:

"I told you to keep a close eye on all the newly employed researchers." Tempest said, as she slowly seethed with anger. "I didn't want them to complain, so I got them to stay at the chairman's villa!" she angrily shouted as she stood up from her chair. "If that researcher...talks nonsense, we'll lose this suit."

"And it'll be be the end for that new drugs as well!" Flam mused.

"I'm truly sorry." one of them said.

"Do the higher-ups know?" Tempest said.

"No, ma'am. They don't."

"Let's keep it that way." she said. "Don't you dare tell them."

Flam then went beside her, glaring at the workers. "Never."

"Okay.". Tempest then felt annoyed by the two workers.

When Tempest and Flam went out from the building, they had a little snack while walking by. "This is driving me nuts." she said. "No matter how hard we cover it up, one whistleblower will end everything."

"What if they go to your dad?"

"Gosh!" she exclaimed. "Didn't say it out loud because I didn't want to jink it." she said.

"Sorry, Tempest." he said.

"They can go to the police, the prosecution, or the reporters. Just not my dad." she said as she walked away, but Flam followed her.

"Seeing how we haven't heard anything, I don't think they're there yet." Flam said.

"If they knew anything, they wouldn't go to an incompetent lawyer." Tempest said. She got shocked when she turned at the right side of Flam.

'Who is that?" Flam asked.

"Chairman Farnum Flim Skim of Babel."

"What?" Flam asked. She didn't listen and then ran over to him with his members. Flam followed her to the crowd.

"Hello, sir!" she waved.

"Who are you?" Flim said.

"I'm Lawyer Tempest Shadow from Law Firm Wingtip, in charge of the Babel lawsuit." she said. She spanked Flam's back, forcing him to greet the pony.

"I heard about you. Didn't she ask to borrow my villa?" Flim said. One of his workers nodded.

"That's right. I had to because it was the safest place." she said, holding one of his hands. He then dragged his hoof away from hers.

"It's fine. I rarely go there. Tell me if you need anything. I don't like dragging things on, so cut it short." Flim said.

"Yes, sir." she said as the crowd walked behind Flim.

"I get that he's a chairman, but how can he talk down to us on our first encounter? And he's young too!" Flam said, as Tempest fixed her mohawk. He was about to run into Flim, until Tempest grabbed his hand. Flam looked at her in confusion.

"Anyone who's rich and powerful...can do so even if they're younger than me." Tempest said, and Flam nodded.

"I see."

"Hold on." Tempest said, as she stopped walking out of the blue. She then turned and faced to Flam. "Thanks to you, I have a bad feeling." she said, and Flam asked is she was referring to him. "I'm going home." she said as she walked away.

"Already?!" Flam said. He rushed and ran in front of her and faced her. "Want some steak? I got paid yesterday."

"No, thanks. I have somewhere to go." Tempest said kindly. She then walked away, leaving Flam alone. Flam sighed and said:

"She always leaves without me. Tempest! Your car's over there!" he called her. Tempest turned to him. "The other way!' he pointed at his right. Tempest rushed to the other side carefully, since she's wearing heels.

Meanwhile in Caballeron's office, there was Caballeron, sleeping in his chair in his desk, and there was Neighsay, sitting in the table, with bunch of papers. Neighsay took down some notes, and got a newspaper that says Babel Pharmaceuticals was sued after a test subject died. Neighsay underlined some lines, under the news topic.

"Mr. Grubber." Neighsay said. "May I see the documents regarding the lawsuit please?" Neighsay asked kindly.

"Why?"

"I'm just curious."

"Well..." Grubber nervously said, as he looked at the sleeping Caballeron. "...I need his permission."

"Hand them over to him. Every single one of them." Caballeron, out of the blue, said.

Grubber was shock, but followed his orders. "Yes, sir." he said as he was rushing. "Here are your documents." he said to Caballeron. Neighsay looked at the sleeping Caballeron at some point.

During night, Harshwhinny and two stallions went out for dinner, and ordered in a big table.

"You did well dealing with Zephyr Breeze. Good work." the stallion said to Harshwhinny.

"He was quick-witted, so we coould wrap it up quickly." Harshwhinny said. "Who's next?"

"That's it for now. He's going to hand it over to Prosecutor Corriander Cumin." the stallion said, referring to the stallion beside him.

"Prosecutor Corriander Cumin? Harshwhinny said. "Mr. Cumin, this isn't your nephew's specialty."

"All the more reason to hire him. That's how he'll learn." Corriander Cumin said, as Harshwhinny scoffed. "Also, there's something you must do right now." he added. The stallion turned to Corriander and nodded at him. "It's about my colleague, Chief Trenderhoof's scandal. Can you wrap that up for us?" he asked.

Harshwhinny took time calmed down and returned to her answer. She then sighed. "The sexually assaulted victim testified against him. Another mare who was at the scene also testified and the footage of the villa was found which which is more than enough evidence." she said.

"Exactly. That's why I want you to touch it up, so it looks less serious." Corriander said.

"This matter doesn't only pertain to Mr. Trenderhoof. The honor at our office is a stake." the stallion said.

"Sir, let me pour you a glass." Corriander said. They continued eating, and Harshwhinny looked down and whispered: "Damn it."

Meanwhile in Counter Plaza, Tempest was walking in the hallway, going to her father's office. She then twirled around and leaned at the closed entrance dramatically. "How many times has it been today?" she said dramatically. She then whimpered awkwardly, running behind a pole near the entrance. "How do I sound him out?".

She then looked around and her expression shifted. "Tempest, you can do this. Let's get it. " she said as she clutches her chest. Before she could open, she howled like wolf, and plus, she moved awkwardly to her sound. She then opened the door, leading to the office. She then glared at the two stallions, Neighsay, and the sleeping Caballeron.

"He's sleeping soundly. I guess there's nothing going on."

She then walked inside, seeing one of the documents that Neighsay was using, stating Babel E&C, Babel Pharmaceuticals. She then looked at the files. "What are you doing?" she asked Neighsay. Neighsay looked up at her as if that just his first time meeting her.

"Why are you back? Answer me." Caballeron said annoyingly, when out of the blue, he woke up.

"Did you see my wallet? I lost it." she asked.

"It's not here." Grubber said behind her. "I cleaned the entire office today."

Tempest then faced at him angrily, growling like an angry dog. "Where could it be?"

"I can guarantee it's not here." Grubber said. She then angrily sat on a chair, which is in front of Neighsay. She then wondered through the files Neighsay's looking.

"Why is he reading these?" Tempest asked.

"Because he wanted to."Know your enemy if you want to beat them."" Caballeron said.

"What?" Tempest said.

"Babel Group is..." Neighsay said. He then turned to Caballeron. "...Would you mind me being vulgar?"

"Knock yourself out." Caballeron said. Tempest raised an eyebrow at him, looking suspicious.

"They're assholes." Neighsay said. Tempest scoffed and turned to him.

""Assholes"?" Tempest said annoyingly.

"They do everything the yakuza and the Mafia do." Neighsay said.

"Everyone knows that." Caballeron said. "But some lawyers help them stay out of jail."

Tempest then turned to Neighsay. "Mr. "Neighgay Quazzano.". Why are you doing this?" Tempest said seriously.

"They're really out of line. They're just like the Mafia." And Law Firm Wingtip, their partner, is no exception." Neighsay said, as he looked up at Tempest.

"To be clear, Law Firm Wusang is a parasite that mooches off those assholes." Caballeron said. Tempest then looked at him in an angry scowl.

"Correct. Assholes like them should be made to pay." Neighsay said.

""Pay." I like the sound of that." Caballeron said as he claps his hands at Neighsay's statement." They ought to." he said as he stood up and went to Neighsay.

"You stallions click very well! How about you ywo start streaming online?" Tempest said annoyingly. "Call it" Shadow-Neigh TV." or" Shadow-Qua TV. ". That's sounds nice." she said childishly, patting her hands on her lap.

"I should get going now." Neighsay said as he stood up.

"I'll be glad to help you if you need anything else." Caballeron said. "Do you have more?"

"Yes, we do. We have plenty." Grubber said. Tempest looked at the guys seriously.

"No, thank you. This is suffice." Neighsay said.

"Sir, your tie." Caballeron pointed out to Neighsay's tie. Neighsay noticed it and fixed it up.

"Thank you." Neighsay said.

"Goodbye."

"Thank you for your help." Neighsay said. Tempest then rushly got out of the office, and followed Neighsay.

"Goodness, look at her." Caballeron said.

Meanwhile, Neighsay walking down the hallway, looking at his tablet for information, and then, Tempest rushed to him and said:

"Was this your plan B? Provoking my dad to conitnue fighting against Babel while you make a profit off the lawsuit?!" Tempest said.

"I'm going to eat. Please leave." Neighsay said. He went to the Italian restaurant, where he went before. Joe noticed him and opened the door.

"Unfortunately, we're closed for the day since we ran out of ingredients." Joe lied. "You can go to Canterlot Snack Bar. They have the best hayburgers in this neighborhood." Joe said. Joe quickly went back to the restaurant and Neighsay watched him, and turned the sign from "Open" to "Close". Neighsay sighed and walked away. Since Tempest thought they weren't finished, she rushed to him in speed.

Neighsay then opened the door of the snack bar.

"Welcome!" the mare said in the counter. "I won't sell anything to you.

"But I want to eat."

"I said no food for you." She said. Gosh, can you just let this poor stallion eat!?

"Then, I'll buy it!" Tempest said as she entered the snack bar, and waved at the mare. When she was about to sit in the chair in front of Neighsay, he attempted to stop her.

"I never said you could sit there." Neighsay said. The chair creaked before Tempest would sit.

"Do you not want to eat?" Tempest said. Neighsay then looked at the mare at the counter. The tenant made a serious look at him and Neighsay faced to Tempest.

"Sit down." Neighsay said. Tempest rolled her eyes and sat down as Neighsay said.

"What do you want?" the tenant said.

"Take your pick." Tempest said politely to Neighsay.

"Hayburger." Neighsay said. "Daffodils, traditional cider and a bit of artificial--"

"Two servings of hayburgers!" Tempest said before Neighsay could finish.

"Okay!" the tenant said.

"You're pretty basic."

""Basic"?" Neighsay said.

"You know "asshole" but not "basic"?" Tempest mocked." It means "common"."

Neighsay then looked down to his phone and said: "Let's make this clear. I have no reason to provoke your dad. I'm preparing myself for war."

Tempest smirked at him and said: "Your enemy has tanks and armored vehicles. What use would 200 stones be?"

"Do you think that's all I have?" Neighsay said.

"Yes. The weak usually resort to throwing stones or butting heads when they are out of options." Tempest said.

Neighsay nodded and said: "I didn't think of head-butting." he said as he smiled.

"Go back to Trottingham and fight against those you're used to. This place doesn't suit you." Tempest said.

"Why not?" asked Neighsay.

"In Trottingham, only the Mafia perform such heinous deeds. But everyone here runs their own gangs and cartels. The National Assembly, prosecution police, public offices, and companies. All of them." Tempest said." It doesn't matter who you're up against. It'll be a grueling ordeal for you. Why? Because that's Canterlot." she said as she shrugged.

Neighsay slowly smiled at Tempest. "Thanks for the advice."

"Your hayburger is ready." the tenant said, as she brought the snack in their table.

"May I have a glass of water?" Neighsay asked.

"You can get it yourself." the tenant said. "That is a water filter dispenser." she said as she pointed to the dispenser. "Thank you."

Tempest smirked in laughter at him. The tenant walked away after. Neighsay just gasped in shock after what the tenant have said to him.

"Let's eat!" Tempest said in joy.

"Thanks..." Neighsay said. He thought she was giving him a hayburger, but Tempest got one for herself. She hummed and when she took her first bite, she hummed loudly in joy.

"Happiness isn't far away!" Tempest said.

"Do you like it?" the tenant asked.

"Yes!" Tempest said.

Meanwhile, the tenant's son came home. "I'm home. I'm hungry." he said as he rushed into the seat, putting his bag in the table. When Neighsay took some bites, he looked at him suspiciously. All of a sudden, the tenant started sniffing his son's body.

"What are you doing!?" the son said. The tenant grabbed her glove and slapped it in her son's head. "What!?"

"Didn't I tell you not to smoke!?" the tenant said in anger.

"I didn't! I was just standing next to him."

"I told you I'd give you a good beating if you lied." the tenant said as she started beating her son like a boxing player.

"Snap out of it! Don't hurt your son!"

"If you don't want to die, put your guard up!"

"Mom! Come on, it hurts!"

"One! Two!"

The son went rushing, and it caused Neighsay's hayburger to toss up and ruined his suit. Neighsay frozed for a moment.

"You little brat!" the tenant shouted. Tempest gasped while watching the tenants beating.

"Does she have a black belt?" Tempest said. She looked at Neighsay, who was in a mess. "Goodness." she said while looking at the mess. It got splattered in his coat, hoof, and watch. She could see his hand clenched into a ball. "Oh, dear."

Meanwhile, after the conversation of Corriander Cumin, Harshwhinny and another stallion, they got into a car. Harshwhinny looked at them.

"You want me to cover for a filthy bastard and. take all the blame?" Harshwhinny said. She smiled, and the stallions in the car mischievously smirked, giving her a nod. A stallion patted the driver's shoulder.

"Let's go." he said. Harshwhinny looked up at the leaving car.

"I'll destroy each and every last one of you, you assholes." Harshwhiiny said. Before she could turn and leave, the stallion, who was working with Tempest, noticed her in his car.

"Hello, there!" he said as he waved. They both went to a nearby place to eat.

"I'll just cut to the chase. Ms. Catherine, I mean, Ms. Harshwhinny." he said. She was shooking her head while biting her hoof. The stallion chuckled at her and continued. "Hey! Join my law firm. Okay?"

"You impudent brat. Explain yourself." Harshwhinny said.

"Prosecutor General Jet Set and Mr. Cumin. Everyone know they're trying to form a cartel of sorts at the Canterlot Prosecutors' Office. One that's impenetrable bt even the Reform Committee. Do you think they'll let you in? No way! They'll use and discard you like they did today!"

"Enough already!" Harshwhinny said, slamming her utensil in her plate. "Just drink and stop nagging me."

"I'm not nagging. If you join us, I'll let you bring down that prosecution."

"Have you gone insane?"

"You know I'm helping out Babel Group, okay? They'll back us up no matter what."

"They are just a company."

"In three years, they'll be one of the twenty richest companies. Their drugs are second to none. Also, their chairman has a few loose screws and is easy to handle." he said. Harshwhinny wandered and tilted her head.

"You must have a good reason to be cleaning up after their messes."

"Exactly! Even though I'm cleaning up their shit, I keep getting richer." he said as he laughed, and Harshwhinny joined the laugh as well.

"Unbelievable." she said smiling. "So you want us to act like their bidets?"

"I'll do all the trivial work. You just need to leave them a solid expression. "

"Have you been working as a salesstallion instead?" Harshwhinny said.

"Just choose me like you choose your clothes. I heard it takes you ten minutes to for clothes." he mocked. Harshwhinny sighed.

"The alcohol is getting the better of me." she said. She then paused for a second. "Exactly how crazy is this chairman?"

Meanwhile, in the ice rink, Flim was standing there in a disappointed face, and the lights brightened and illuminated his figure. Then, an unknown stallion skated to the ice rink, prepared in a hockey uniform and a hockey stick.

"It's all my fault. I should've kept an eye on the researchers, but I failed. I'll take care of it as soon as-" he said. Before he could finish, the stallion hit Flim by dodging a hockey puck on his chest. Flim felt it and put his hoof on the target.

"I'm sorry for the delay in the Babel Tower construction. There were issues with the building owner. I'lll also take care of-" he said, and then the stallion hit him with another hocley puck again. Due to the pain, Flim dropped to the icy ground.

"I promise...to be thorough from now on...I promise I won't disappoint you again!" he said, while the unknown skater surrounded him with a hockey stick in Flim's neck. "Please give me one more chance. I promise I'll do better." he said. The stallion in front of him then started to hit his back with the hockey stick. Flim grunted and tried to stand up, but the slippery ground and painful beating stopped him.

Meanwhile, in Counter Plaza, Neighsay dreamt where he is haunted by all of his dirty deeds as a consigliere. Such as hideous quotes like "Look at me" would have been an example, and also assassination, explosions, and attacks. He then woke up from the dream. He opened his eyes, but his head was still in his pillow. He sighed and turned around to the other side of the bed.

He kept sighing as he looked up at the ceiling.

He then got ready, and went to the Italian restaurant, in where a scared Joe works. Neighsay was holding the menu in his hooves.

"Don't tell me you've already ran out of ingredients." he said.

"No." Joe said.

"If it wasn't Italy, where did you learn to cook?" Neighsay asked.

"Bales, Canterlot. At a place called Mom's Touch Cooking Academy." he said nervously.

"Mom's Touch"?" Neighsay said." Serve me food until I can finally get a taste of a mom's touch."

"But I'm not a mom." Joe said.

"If not, then I'll have no choice but to expose you." Neighsay said.

"Sorry?"

"Risotto allo zafferano." Neighsay said. Joe just stared at him in nervousness. Neighsay laughed and enunciate what he wanted. He pronounced it in every syllable. "Sa-ffron ri-so-tto." he said as he smiled.

"Okay, I'll get it ready." Joe said nervously, and Neighsay nodded. He took his time, and when he finished, he put it in Neighsay's table. Neighsay rubbed his hands while Joe was putting up some utensils. Before he gets a bite, clench his hooves first and looked at the food. Joe nervously looked at him.

Neighsay looked at him, with a smile and got a spoonful of the food. When he put the food in his mouth, he just slouched at the chair. Joe knew what he tasted. Neighsay tool a fresh napkin and wiped oit the food from his mouth. He made a sound that sound like Neighsay was going to puke, and of course, that was Joe's fear.

Neighsay chuckled.

"It taste like vomited baby food...How should I put it? Yes. And it's been mixed with wine and broth." Neighsay said. He then got money in his hoof out of nowhere, and put it in front of Joe. "You have a knack for making awful food.". Joe then sat down on the floor disappointed after Neighsay left. He just sat there and sobbed.

Neighsay then went to Caballeron's office. "If you look over here..." Caballeron said. Grubber and Caballeron noticed Neighsay coming in, and they turned around to him.

"Sir." Neighsay called.

"Yes?" Caballeron answered.

"We need to go somewhere." Neighsay said. Caballeron then looked at him.

"Where?" he asked.

Where they are going exactly? They went to the Babel E&C building. They walked in in the glass doors.

"They won't see you without an appointment." Caballeron said, rushing to Neighsay.

"Let's ask."

"What?" They went to a nearby mare, who worked in the building.

"How may I help you?" she asked.

"I'm here to see Mr. Mane Moon of Investment and Development." Neighsay said.

"Have you called beforehand?"

"No." Neighsay said. Caballeron looked at him with a smile.

"I'm afraid you can't meet him." she said. Neighsay then pulled out a satchel, and dugged through it. He showed her an empty envelope, that was labeled "BILL OF INDICTMENT".

"Tell him he has a bill of indictment for threatening and abetting an abduction." Neighsay said. Caballeron looked speechless at him, including the mare. She quickly grab something in the drawers.

"When did you get that?" Caballeron whispered at Neighsay. Caballeron was stunned at his slick move. They then left, going to Mr. Mane Moon's office. They eventually meet up with Mane Moon in his office. Mr. Mane Moon looked at them, sitting in front of his desk.

Mane Moon then scoffed at their unexpected appearance.

"Goah, this is unbelievable." Mane Moon chuckled. "Let me see the bill. Let's read it."

Neighsay then got the envelope from his satchel, and placed on the table. Mane Moon told Caballeron to give it to him. Caballeron chuckled and lend it to him. He saw not only the label, but there was a text there stated "THREAT AND ABETTING AN ABDUCTION". He opened the file, but he saw nothing.

Nothing at all. No paper. No file. No document, or etc.

Nothing.

"It's empty" Mane Moon said. Caballeron got surprised and looked at Neighsay.

"I lied, so we could meet." Neighsay said.

"We've paid you enough already. Why.." Mane Moon said. He then turned to Caballeron and Neighsay. "But why are you so clingy?"

"We're not clingy!" Caballeron said. "We just want to correct what's wrong!"

"Sure, then, feel free to sue or report me." Mane Moon mocked. "Do as you please. Or demonstrate in front of the Blue House and shave your head."

"No." Neighsay said. "I thought I'd do the same as you did." he said, as he stood up from the chair and walked around the table to the window. "We'll kidnap your family and force you to cancel the contract."

"Are you a die-fan of The Godfather? Are you mimicking the Mafia since you're from Trottingham!?" Mane Moon yelled as he stood up and turned to Neighsay. Unfortunately, before Opulence would make his move, Neighsay kicked him back to his seat. Neighsay held on his shoulder really tight, and Mane Moon kept grunting, struggling to get Neighsay's hand out of his shoulder. Neighsay then looked down.

"I'm glad you asked." Neighsay said. Caballeron then looked up at him. "If we were in Trottingham, you would've become a fertilizer for the vineyards." he said, as he held his shoulder even tighter. "You would have become some cheap wine being sold on a buy-one-get-one-free deal." he said, and he then tightened his fists, in which was holding his shoulder. Neighsay then looked at him. "I'm not here to negotiate but to warn you. We're not going to take it anymore." he said, tightening his fists.

"Okay..." Mane Moon said, trembling with fear. Caballeron looked up at Neighsay with a smile.

Neighsay and Caballeron then walked out of his office, making their way out of the building.

"Was that how you did things in Trottingham?" Caballeron curiously asked.

"At times." Neighsay said.

"I loved what you said." Caballeron said. ""Vineyard fertilizer. Buy-one-get-one-free". "Hey. You're buy-two-get-one-free.". I should use it sometime." he said as he walked and laughed. Neighsay then looked at him walking out with a smile." Let's eat. It's one me. Two meals for the price of one." Caballeron said as he laughed.

Meanwhile, in an office, Harshwhinny, Jet Set, and Corriander Cumin sat down in a table. Harshwhinny gave them a resignation letter in an envelope.

"Some comapny must've given you an offer. Law Firm Wingtip? Wingflee? Ko and Gu?" Corriander Cumin said.

"No." Harshwhinny said. "I just want to rest."

"Don't sugarcoat it." Jet Set said as he turned slowly to Harshwhinny. "What's the real reason?"

"I just..." Harshwhinny said. "...I'm sick of being your hound."

"That's a bit harsh." Corriander said.

"I'm sorry to break it to you, but wherever you go, you'll always be a hound on a leash." Jet Set chuckled.

"Probably." Harshwhinny said. "However, my leash will probably be longer..." she said as she gets her ID in the meck and pulls an elastic band until it went back to its shape again. "...and they'll feed me better." she said as she wickedly chuckled. "Goodbye, guys." she said as she got up from the couch.

"Whaere do you think you're going? Hey, Ms. Harshwhinny. Hey!" Corriander said.

She went out to throw her former stuff in the trash can. She saw her name stand still peeking in her sight. She held it with her hands delicately. "Prosecutor or not, I'm going to destroy all of you before I leave." she said. She whooping it and yells as she releases it, and didn't realize it was going to hit a window. "Oh, boy." Harshwhinny almost freaked out, so she rushed with her purse in her hooves.

Meanwhile, the whole Law Firm Wingtip, along with the head, who talked with Harshwhinny for a favor, and of course, one of the lawyers of the firm, Tempest Shadow, gathered for a meeting.

"What's with the meeting?"

"Good afternoon!" the head of the firm greeted. Every lawyer in the table stood up. "This way, please." he said, as he welcomed a guest in. It was the mare he talked to moments ago. It was Harshwhinny.

"You splurged, didn't you?" she said.

"Isn't that Prosecutor Harshwhinny?" one of the lawyers said.

"Sit down." the head said, and every lawyer followed his order. "I'm sorry to gather you all so suddenly. We have an important guest. I'm sure you all know her. It's Prosecutor Catherine Harshwhinny." Tempest then looked at her suspiciously. "From this day on, she will be a senior lawyer at Wingtip." the head said, laughing, and none of the lawyers respond. "Soon, she will represent us on my behalf." he said again chuckling, and again, no one responded. He then started clapping, and every lawyer in the table started clapping.

Tempest then looked at her. She was clapping her hooves fast. I think she isn't ready to be behind with everyone who is behond of who was to deal with a situation. "I knew you'd be happy. Wingtip will be invincible! Please say a word or two."

"I have two things to say. Number one. One who achieves small victories will eventually achieve big ones." she said. Tempest kept looking at her with a negative look, as if she was jealous. "Number two. I beg you. Let's not work hard if it can't be appreciated. That's all." she said, as she quickly left to the other way.

"Clap, will you?" the head said. Everyone clapped except for Tempest. As everyone walked out of the meeting and were going back to their offices, Tempest then let it all out.

"Look at her acting all tough from the get-go." Tempest said.

"She just got here. How could she represent our law firm. She's a mere rookie." another lawyer said to her behind her. "Well, she was the best prosecutor there. Ms. Tempest should be the one to represent us. She achieved most out of all of us."

Tempest then stopped walking, causing all the lawyers to stop behind her. "You're not consoling or bashing me. What is this?"

"Bash you? We're just upset by the unfair treatment."

"But I can see you grinning." Tempest said, and he walked out, following the lawyer line in front of her.

"She's so quick to notice."

"How did she know we were happy?"

"I knew it ever since he deducted the withholding taxes. Gosh. " Tempest said while walking. She did overheard their talk.

Meanwhile in the Counter Plaza's dance studio, the tenant, which was the dancer, dropped from the chair and started acting like a zombie. He made flexible moves and making weird zombie noises, like most of the zombies do. He then yelled a roar, and how were the other tenants? They looked at him awkwardly. He wanted to continue a roar, until a tenant spoke.

"I get it, but you don't have soul." Cheese's wife said.

"You look more like a patient than a zombie." the piano player said.

"I could do just as much." the snack bar owner said. She then stood up and walked to the tenant. "Like this." she said, as she put his handup to the back of her head and walked crazily towards the dancer, and making zombie noises.

"You're so good. I can do it too." Cheese's wife said as she followed the mares moves.

"I'm a pretty zombie." the piano player said, as she stood up, and did it exactly like a zombie.

"Goodness, you're terrifying!"

"Go away!"

"That's not how you do it."

"Try that again, Soarin." the snack bar owner said to the dancer.

"Not like this. Do this!" Soarin said as he imitates a zombie pony. "That's it."

"No, try harder. Put you back into it." the piano player said.

"That's it." one tenant said. They kept acting and gagging like zombies, and Soarin was crawling crazily in the ground like a zombie. They didn't notice that Neighsay and Caballeron were watching from the dance studio's door. They watched it awkwardly until the tenants noticed them. The tenants stopped, especially the piano player, since she's the one who has a crush on Neighsay.

"Goodness."

"Wait."

"I heard some gagging noises." said Caballeron with a slight smile. "What were you doing?"

"I was chosen to choach the zombies for the the upcoming Train to Hoofsan Part Two. I was practicing." Soarin said.

"We were helpin him out." Cheese's wife said.

"I see. Zombies." Caballeron said as he imitated a zombie growl and him and the tenants chuckled. He then turned to Neighsay. "Let's go."

"Okay." Neighsay said, and two of those stallions left.

"Darn it." Soarin said.

"How humiliating."

"Oh, no. His cold gaze. He probably saw the roof of my mouth." the piano player said. "What should I do?...What should I do?" she said as she walked out of the studio. The other tenants felt bad for her.

"Let us know if you need extras for the movie. I'll do my best." the snack bar owner said as she started imitating as a zombie.

"Me too. I'm serious." Cheese's wife said as she followed the same move as the snack bar owner and they both approached Soarin in the creepiest.

"No, you can't."

"Please."

"No, I need to ask them for permission!"

Meanwhile, Neighsay and Caballeron were in the Lawist Law Firm office, which was Caballeron office.

"From what I've seen of Babel E&C, they forcibly evict the residents one week after the notice." Neighsay said.

"Yes, they've always done that." Caballeron said. "They demolsigh the non-residential areas, and instill fear in the remaining residents. It's downright illegal, but Law Firm Wingtip has their back."

"Isn't there a law that protects the tenants?" Neighsay said, as Caballeron looked at him in wonder. "I heard they need to pay a premium compensation to the tenants and negotiate the demolition date with an officer. That's what I read."

"You've studied a lot." Caballeron said.

"They were being too ridiculous that I had to read up on it." Neighsay said.

"I see." Caballeron said. "Those ruls exist, but they force the tenants out with a small sum. Others can get hurt or die too." Caballeron said, while Neighsay listened while fiddling with his lighter. "They'll probably carry out the eviction suit first. We should get ready." Caballeron said.

"Isn't the biggest issue here..." Neighsay said, as he closes the lid of his lighter. "...the forced illegal demolition."

"Yes. They'll make a move in a day or two. But there's nothing we can do. Gosh." he said, as he got a tiny box of cigarettes. He lend Neighsay one with his hand. "Here. Do you want one?"

"No, thank you." Neighsay told politely.

"Then, why..." Caballeron said, pointing at Neighsay's lighter, but Neighsay then shrugged it off. "Do you drink?"

They went to a restaurant and drank alchohol and ate. When Neighsay drank his cough, he suddenly coughed.

"Oh. You've never smirnoff before?" Caballeron asked.

"No."

"I see. It only gives a mild hangover, so drink up. Here. Bottoms up." he said as he took a bottle of alchohol and poured it in Neighsay's glass, and then to his glass. "Here you go."

They drank up every drop in just one slurp. Neighsay then exhaled after he put his glass back down. "I can finally taste it now now that I've had my second glass."

"In that case, drink up." Caballeron chuckled. "Here you go." he said as he poured another for Neighsay's glass and his. "Cheers." he said, and Neighsay and him clanked their glasses, and drank up every drop. Later, they finally had their ordered food in their table. They even ordered a few bottles of them.

Gosh. "By the way, should I congratulate you for diving headfirst into hell?" he said as he chuckled and Neighsay smiled. "I am fighting against Babel because I'm stupid. But not you."

"By the way, are you also a public defenser?" Neighsay asked.

"I am. For one person. I truly pity her. She was falsely charged with murder. And yet, she accepted it and made peace with her pancreatic cancer." he said sadly.

Neighsay then looked down. "Why...would she do that?"

"She believes she's being punished for abandoning her son in the past. She says feeling guilty isn't enough. There are creatures who readily accept their punishment and there are those who are shameless even after committing crimes. In any case, only the kindhearted and the weak suffer. I know you won't get it."

Neighsay then sighed and spoke: "For the past two days, I experienced firsthand how the weak suffered. I couldn't do anything. So I became even more furious."

"Those who are truly weak endure the feeling of helplessness and rage until the day they die." Caballeron said, as he got a bottle of alchohol and and poured some in his own cup.

"I have a question." Neighsay said. "What's the story behind your law firm's name?"

Caballeron then looked down and sighed. "I don't defend my clients. I became their pony who was well versed in law, lawist. When they don't have anyone to lean on, they can still grab onto me. I am their well-versed pony." Caballeron said as he clenched his hoof. Neighsay stared at him, while Caballeron chuckled. Out of the blue, his phone went ringing. "Excuse me." he said to Neighsay. "Hello. Caballeron speaking."

Meanwhile, the one who called him was in harbor, with many boats in front of him. "Hello, I'm listening. Hello?" Caballeron said. The caller looked at his phone and stopped the call. Caballeron was confused. "Was that a prank call?" he said as he sighed, and put his phone back in his pocket.

Neighsay then got a bottle of Smirnoff, and opened it.

"I heard this is how you pour drinks in here." Neighsay said as he poured some in Caballeron's glass.

"You seem quite genuine today. Or have I become dull?" Caballeron said, and Neighsay smiled.

"Cheer."

"Cheers." Caballeron said as they clanked their glasses. "You need to turn around and drink." Caballeron said, since it was their way in Canterlot. Neighsay then turned almost in a reflex angle in his chair. He began to sip while Caballeron gave some demonstrations. "Yes." Caballeron chuckled. "Just turn halfway. Halfway." he said, then Neighsay then turned in a straight angle and sip the rest remaining in his glass, and Caballeron laughed. Neighsay did enjoyed the taste.

Meanwhile, every lawyer of Law Firm Wingtip gathered for a meeting. Again. Now, along with the new senior lawyer, Harshwhinny. "We've pretty much won the Babel Pharmaceuticals case. Ms. Tempest just needs to finish up." the head said. Tempest the know he was talking about her.

"Babel E&C is the problem here. We need to demoslish a plaza in Counter, Canterlot. Barce yourselves."

"Why do they need to brace themselves?" Harshwhinny said.

"It's quite sly." the head said, smiling. "Demolishing it right away would be illegal, so we bring in heavy equipment for a so-called cleanup and accidentally damage the building. The tenants move out in fear, and Babel claims it's a mistake.The building becomes vacant in a few days. Legal or not, we'll get the job done because they trust us." he said as he chuckled.

"Lawyers are better than prosecutors at making creatures shit their pants. Such assholes." Harshwhinny said with a snicker, and the head laughed.

"She says that all the time." the head said, laughing. "And...Oh, dear. Your dad is once again leading the Development Opposition Committee." he said to Tempest.

"What a fun life he's living." Harshwhinny said.

"Shouldn't we estimate the scale of damage?" Tempest said.

"Thankfully, it'll be smaller than the redevelopment in Rainbow Falls." one of the lawyers said.

"I believe four ponies still died there." Tempest said.

"That's not bad. Twelve ponies died during Rainbow Falls's redevelopment." one of the lawyers said.

"It's fine. They'll crawl out when push comes to shove." the head said. "Right. Don't forget your dad." he said to Tempest. She seemed to be annoyed, so she took a her glass, and drink the water inside it.

"Let's see."

Meanwhile, after, Tempest then walked in, and Flam was seen sitting on the table in front of her desk.

"I heard they're demolishing it." Flam said. Tempest then slammed some files in her desk. "They're so cruel. There are creatures--"

"It's not cruel!" Tempest yelled angrily. "It wouldn't be so rude if they moved out willingly." she said as she sat down on her chair and sighed. "What's with those creatures? How can they be so dense?" she said.

"It's easier said than done." Flam said. Tempest then turned to him with a serious face.

"Their lawyer is the one who's the worst. If he's a lawyer, he should be more levelheaded."

Meanwhile, in the morning, Neighsay was sleeping in the gound with scattered pillows and a blanket on him as if he fell of his bed after getting drunk. He kept grunting, trying to get back up. Then he heard his phone ringing. He was crawling to his bed as if he was a colt. When he grabbed his phone, he saw that someone was calling him.

He then accepted the call. "Hello." he answered.

It was Caballeron who called. "Doesn't it feel like your head's been split open?" he asked while he was preparing for breakfast. "Mine's already smashed."

"Yes. I'm having a pretty bad hangover." Neighsay said. Caballeron chuckled.

"Come here. Let's eat something. I'll text tou my address."

"But I..." Neighsay said in a tired voice.

Neighsay prepared himself, dressed in a suit, and did knew the address Caballeron sent him. He was then welcomed in front of his door.

"Come in." Caballeron said. "It's a mess, isn't it? The soup just needs to boil, so please sit down. There's nothing worth looking at. All right."

Neighsay was about to walk in, and something caught his attention in Caballeron's living room. He saw pictures with a familiar looking mare in the picture frames.

"You must have another daughter." Neighsay said.

"What? No. That's Tempest." Caballeron said.

"What?" Neighsay said. He then looked back at the pictures. There were two pictures of young Tempest, and she was different. Her hair was down, and was in a color type from reddish brown. One picture was her holding a bouquet, and a certificate, and the other was her posing in a travel attire.

"I see." Neighsay said. He then looked at the other picture of young Tempest. This time, it was a little long, and was colored in an ombre type from hot pink to dark blue. She was posing in a nearby sakura looking tree. She's now different now that she's energetic, overreacting, and was in a hot pink mohawk with lighter edges and streaks like the mare Neighsay known for just days.

Meanwhile, in the head's office, the head was calling someone in the phone.

"Hello, Chairman Caramel." the caller said.

"They already informed me that they're ready for the demolition. We'll be ready by tomorrow as well." Caramel said.

"Yes, sir."

"Don't worry. This is our job. I believe they'll start working around 11 p.m. tomorrow." Caramel said. He didn't notice that Flam was listening to the whole call in shock. He was behind Caramel organizing some documents. "Yes. sir. Goodbye."

As soon as Caramel's call ended, Flam immediately went to Tempest's office. "Tempest! Tempest! Tempest!" he called her multiple times, clapping his hooves to get her attention.

"What is it this time?" Tempest said.

"They're--"

"What!? What is it!?" she said, patting him hard with a pen with an animal head at the tip.

"Tomorrow at 11 p.m.." Flam said, panicking. "That's when they'll demolish the building. I heard Mr. Caramel speaking with that impudent chairman. They're ready, and they'll do it tomorrow."

"What!?" Tempest said in complete shock.

Meanwhile, at Caballeron's home, the two stallions prepared soup, as their breakfast. When Neighsay took a first taste at the soup, Caballeron wondered.

"How is it? Don't you feel so much better?" Caballeron said. "Right?"

"Yes." Neighsay said as Caballeron chuckled.

"I make the best--" before Caballeron would finish, Tempest suddenly barged in.

"Can you please pick up!? I called you more than 30 times!" Tempest said.

"You're so noisy." Caballeron said. "What is it this time?" Caballeron said. When Tempest turned to her right, seeing the pictures of her in her youth she got furious.

"Why do you still have this hanging!? You're going to donate them!?" Tempest said as she took them off the wall. Neighsay looked at her, and yep. She was totally different now.

"Eat while you're here. Come." Caballeron said. Tempest got furious, dropped her pictures in the table, and walked towards her father in an angry manner.

"There's a serious problem. This isn't a time to be eating." Tempest said.

"What is it?" Caballeron said. Then Caballeron's phone started ringing. Neighsay and Tempest turned to each other, with Tempest in a mild angry face.

"Hello. Caballeron speaking." he said.

"See? You screen my calls." Tempest said. Caballeron then shushed her. "Why do you ignore my calls!? Why!?"she said, growling like a cat.

"Sorry?" Caballeron said in his phone. "I see. One moment, please." he then proceeded walking between Neighsay and Tempest. "Hang on." he said, walking out to his working room. Tempest then groaned in anger.

Once Caballeron was now at peace, he proceeded to the call.

"I'd like to tell you what they did to their test subjects." the escaped Babel researcher said in the phone.

"So there were problems, weren't there?" Caballeron said.

"Yes. I can't tell you the details over the phone. I'd like to meet soon." the caller said.

"Of course." Caballeron said. "Go ahead. All right." he said, taking notes in a piece of paper. "I'll, head over there right now. Goodbye." he said as he ended the call. As he walked out, Tempest wanted him to hear the news.

"Babel E&C is--"

"This is urgent. Speak with him, okay?" Caballeron said, referring to Neighsay.

"Dad! Mr. Caballeron!" Tempest angrily called for his attention, but Caballeron kept going and minding his own business. Tempest then angrily moved almost like a zombie, but she only moved her chest and limbs angrily, and in a cranky manner. Leaning against the wall, she furiously howled.

"What is it?" Neighsay asked. Tempest then tried to calm herself down. She then walked to the eating Neighsay, in front of him.

"They'll demolish the bulding at 11 p.m. tomorrow. Evacuate the tenants right now. They say they'll avoid the resjdential area, but who knows what'll happen?"

"I've only met you three days ago, but this is the first time you seemed worried." Neighsay said. Tempest then smiled, hiding the anger behind her.

"I'm worried about none other than myself. If my dad gets hurt during the demolition, it'll do me no good." Tempest said. "Think about it. What will my colleagues think of me?"

"I see." Neighsay said, as he continued eating.

"What is this place? A crime scene?" Tempest said. Then she grabbed Neighsay's bowl. "Darn it. You're done, right?" she then snatched it fron him, and there was only amount of food left in the bowl. Neighsay just frozed looking at her and his spoon. "I told him many times not to pile up the dirty dishes." she said. Before she knew, she was frantically cleaning before Neighsay could finish.

I guess there's another mare who should let the poor stallion eat.

Meanwhile, after a lot of hours, and it got dark, a car drove by, and Caballeron came out from the back seat. He schecked if it was the right address. And yes, he was in a motel. He walked over the hall, finding the right door. Once he found it, he gave it a knock. Then, a stallion opened the door to check the visitor.

"Hello, Mr. Final Countdown." Caballeron said. When Final Countdown saw him, he then closed the door. Caballeron was so confused. So, he just opened the door himself.

Meanwhile, Neighsay was in his room, turning the lights with the light switch he was pressing with his back hoof, while pondering for his next move, and also thought about what Tempest said to him this morning.

"They'll demolish the building at 11 p.m. tomorrow. Evacuate the tenants right now."

He then looked up to the ceiling of his room, thinking of possible stunts, and sighed.

"How can I stop them? How?"

He then looked at his lighter. I think we all know where is this going.

The next morning, when Grubber gathered the tenants, he told the the situation.

"What? Tonight?" the snack bar owner said.

"Yes, at 11 p.m." Grubber said.

"How could you tell us now? You're unbelievable." the dry cleaner said.

"When they come, I could grab and nail them to the ground. Since I know martial arts, I'm afraid I might kill them." Cheese said. Neighsay was also in the meeting, but what was he doing? Scrolling down on his phone at something.

"Nail them, my foot." Cheese's wife said. "We should evacuate. Do you want to die!?"

"Goodness. Babel, those assholes. I hope they all go under!" the dry cleaner said.

"Is there a solution?" Soarin said.

"Mr. Caballeron is busily--" Grubber said before someone interrupted.

"Busily doing what!? Tell us. I didn't see him all day." the dry cleaner said.

"This is where we live and work." the snack bar owner said. "If we evacuate, we'll be leaving everything behind." she said, crying. The dry cleaner tries to comfort her.

"I bought all my utensils new last month." Joe said emotionally.

"Me too." the piano player said. "I got a loan two months ago and bought a new piano."

"Mamma mia..." Joe said.

"Mr. Cassano." the snack bar owner called Neighsay. "Say something, will you?" she said. Looks like Neighsay was busy...with something.

"Goodness, that damn stallion. What the hell is he doing!?" the dry cleaner said.

"Who cares? Let's go pack our things." Cheese's wife said.

"I'll protest outside and distract them." one of the tenants said.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Grubber was approaching to Neighsay, and went behind his chair. Neighsay was busy...browsing Ponygram. "Sir, you don't have time to be liking photos online."

"What?"

"What is he liking?"

"Come up with a solution, will you?!" Cheese said. Grubber saw a post of someone he might've followed in Ponygram. He touched Neighsay's screen, to like. Cheese knew what he did, and slapped his paw. Neighsay turned to him and smiled.

Meanwhile, in one of the International Security Intelligence Service's office, Stygian was sitting at a table in front of a laptop. He was sleeping until he got a notification. It was stated that there were images matching Neighsay Cassano that were searched in 13:11. He excitedly opened the notification and browsed many pictures of stallions.

"Isn't anyone in here?" someone said.

"Hold on." Stygian said, quickly clicking his mouse.

"Who locked the door?"

"Damn it. Hey, open up!"

Stygian was busy trying to browse every stallion until a picture of Neighsay appeared. The computer detected his appearance and the computer stated as a 99.99% match!

"Neighsay Cassano..." Stygian smirked, lifting up the laptop. "Neighsay Cassano~!" he vocalized. "O sole mio~!"

Meanwhile in the Counter Plaza...

"Pack everything!"

"Goodness!"

Caballeron just entered the plaza, and he already saw panicking tenants. He opened the window about to say...

"Hey..." he paused when he saw the tenants carrying some stuff. He then closed the door. He then called Neighsay for a talk.

"Is that true?" Caballeron asked.

"Yes." Neighsay said. "I called you yesterday, but you weren't picking up."

"I'm sorry. Something urgent came up." Caballeron said. "What time is it?" he said, checking his watch. "Let me think. What should I do? What should I do?"

Meanwhile, at Tempest's office at the law firm, she was with filed up documents until she watched the clock in her office. She just went back to her computer, but the clock still got her attention. At the meantime, the clock was still the one she was anxiously watching at. She couldn't hold her ball pen straight. And then she looked away...but, do you think she's still in her office, watching the clock anxiously?

Meanwhile, at night, Caramel and Harshwhinny went somewhere to eat dinner.

"I'll call you back." Caramel said on the phone. He then ended the call and sighed. "Nothing is easy these days. Evrything requires so much work. It's such a headache."

"All notable paintings have several layers of paint." Harshwhinny said.

"But then again, it's our job to paint over without leaving a trace." Caramel chuckled.

"When will I get to see the chairman?" Harshwhinny asked.

"Right. In two days." Caramel smirked. "He has great expectations for you." he said, as they both clanked their glasses.

"I need to see for myself how crazy he is." Harshwhinny said.

"Sir." A stallion approached to Caramel.

"Why are you here?" Caramel asked.

"I have something urgent to report."

"What is it?"

"I caught wind of something at the Babel headquarters. One of the researchers of Babel Pharmaceuticals ran away during the quarantine."

Harshwhinny gasped and Caramel was stunned to speak. "What?"

"Damn it." Harshwhinny said. "They've dropped a giant bomb on us."

"Let's go."

"Okay."

Meanwhile, at an office, there sat Tempest, looking at necessary documents, and she was with Flam.

"Shouldn't you go?" Flam asked.

"There's nothing I can do." Tempest said. She then got a book, and didn't notice she was reading it upside-down. Flam grabbed the book, and turned it right side-up. She then got annoyed all of a audden, got her phone and called her dad.

"Where are you, Dad?" she asked. "Why are you still there!?"

"Don't worry. I won't die." Caballeron said.

"Cut that nonsense and get out of there." Tempest said.

"I'm turning my phone off again. You're distracting me." Caballeron said.

"Dad!" Tempest yelled. Before she would say something, Caballeron ended the call. "Dad! Dad! Oh, come on!" Tempest yelled angrily. She then rushed to go out.

"Wait!" Flam said. He then tossed her purse to her, and she successfully got it.

"Oh! Thank you!" Tempest said as she rushed to the door.

She rushed inside her vehicle and grunted in anger "The stress is killing me." she then got a call from Caramel.

"Hello, sir."

"Hey! Where are you?" Caramel said.

"I'm sorry, but I'm busy right now." she said as she immediately ended the call. She then turned on the engine and rushed.

Meanwhile, Starstreak and his stallions had a heavy machinery to get Counter Plaza.

"Come over here."

"Okay."

"All right. Sir, we're ready." one of Starstreak's stallion said. Starstreak then told him to proceed. "All right! Let's go!"

"Yes, sir!"

They then got into their vehicles. Some were in their cars, and someof them were in construction vehicles like excavators.

Meanwhile with Tempest...

"Come on." she said in worry. She then saw the same construction vehicles up ahead. They belonged to Starstreak's stallions. She honked, but they couldn't seem to stop. She seethe with anger and rushed her car to them.

She dodged other vehicles and the construction vehicles. Meanwhile they stopped, Tempest got out and rushed, running. But something stopped her. A cloud of smoke.

"What is this?" Tempest said, in the smoke. When she got into the plaza, she was welcomed with...a traditional sicilian wine party for insiders!? A maskot greeted her with a bow.

"What is this?" she said.

Starstreak's stallion also arrived, at the same spot.

"What?"

"What is that?"

"A party?"

European music was playing in the speakers, and a lot of creatures danced, including the tenants. They were waving a Trottinghamian flag and a Canterlot flag.

"We're at the Traditional Sicilian Wine Party for Insiders. I've finally arrived. Make sure to subscribe and like my video." a streamer said.

"Cheers!" somepony said. Tempest then saw Neighsay in a distance.

"Mr. Grubber."

"Sir." Grubber said. These stallions love this party. They've been complimenting."

"Hello. Thank you for coming." Neighsay greeted a guest.

"Cheers."

"How nice."

"We still have a lot of time, so please enjoy the party." Neighsay added.

Stygian was also there, and the reason was Neighsay.

When they ended the countdown, confetti strted to spread. They were stunned and happy, including Neighsay. He then looked over to Caballeron, who was above the party. They smiled at each other. The party and everything was Neighsay's plan.

On a flashback, Neighsay was seen, sitting in his couch and fiddling with his lighter. He was on his laptop, watching European party examples. Remember the time he was browsing in Ponygram while the tenants and Mr. Nam had a meeting about the plaza's demoltion?

"Let's leave him here. Let's go."

"Let's go."

"Gosh."

"We don't need him."

"Wait." Neighsay spoke. Good thing it caught the tenants' attention. He stood up and exhaled. "How about...we have a party tonight?"

His invitations were sent via Ponygram. Every creature saw the invitation online. Almost everyone in Equestria saw it. This caught everyone's attention because of Neighsay's attire and appearance. At present, Neighsay looked at Caballeron and they drank their drinks at the same time.

Unaware of her father's gaze, Tempest was watching Neighsay across the plaza. She smiled as she browses Ponygram in Neighsay's account. She found pictures of him on Trottingham and the last post of him was the invitation.

"Excuse me for a second, sir." Grubber said to Neighsay, and Neighsay nodded. "Hello, sir. He's the owner of the shop next door." he said to Neighsay.

"I see." Neighsay replied. "Hello. Thank you for coming." he said as he shook hands.

"The spaghetti is good."

"Please escort them." Neighsay said.

"This way."

When Neighsay turned around while he drank, he stopped as he spotted Tempest smirking at him. He then looked down at his drink. Before he could drink, he thought of something. Tempest and Neighsay kept looking at each other across the plaza. He then lifted his glass in front of Tempest, and raised an eyebrow, smiling.

Tempest was also smiling. Neighsay's gesture was meant as a cheers.

They were starting to be friends, or are they?

NEIGHSAY

Author's Note

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