NEIGHSAY

Neighsay then raised a glass, in front of Tempest. Tempest smiled, and took a few steps forward to him.

"Enjoy the party, mademoiselle." Neighsay said in Italian with a smile.

"Let's talk." Tempest said. Before she could turn around and leave, Neighsay spoke.

"This way." Neighsay said, sipping his wine, and left.

Tempest scoffed. "Hey!" she said as she rushed to him.

Meanwhile, Starstreak's stallion were waiting outside of the party. One of Starstreak's stallion apotted a group of stallions. "Stop, stop, stop. Wait there. Damn it." he sighed.

"Let's go." he said, as the other stallions followed him, but they were stopped by another stallion in the party entrance.

"What? What do you want?"

"I need to take your temperature." he said, and Starstreak's stallions burst into a goon laugh. Wait, why do they need a temperature check, exactly?

"That's funny."

"Go on." he said. The stallion took a thermometer from his pocket, and forward it to the stallion's forehead. In just one press, the temperature was at 36.5.

"Go in."

"Damn it." he said, as he walked in, he saw a familiar officer dancing.

"Officer Spearhead, why are you here?" he said.

"What?"

"You know you can't be here today."

"Gosh, it wasn't my choice. I'm on security detail today." Spearhead said.

"Security detail?"

"Yes."

"For who?"

Spearhead annoyingly exhaled, and pointed to a dragon. He goes by the name of Spike, the Trottingham Ambassador to Canterlot.

"Cheers!"

"Señor Spike!"

"Oh, come on!"

"Damn it. What the..."

EPISODE 3

Tempest and Neighsay were both in the plaza's rooftop, watching the party from above.

"You paid for this big party out of your own pocket, so you could stop them from tearing this place down." Tempest said to Neighsay. "This isn't goodwill or bravado. So what's your angle? Why are you doing this? For what? You wear a different Testicoli suit everyday. It makes me wonder what you could possibly want to do with the plaza."

Neighsay then turned to her with smile "You know Testicoli?"

Tempest then got his hand and saw Testicoli's label on his coat. "Doesn't everyone? Testicoli is Trottingham's master tailor!"

"Wow..." Neighsay said.

"So tell me why are you doing this." Tempest said. Neighsay then looked down at the party and exhaled.

"I fell in love with this place."

"Why?" Tempest said in a sneaky face.

"Love has no reason."

"It should." Tempest said. "Everyone pretends there's no reason, but there always is."

Neighsay then turned to her. "I prefer love that has no reason."

Tempest then gazed at him. "What is this? You're trying to make this sound romantic when we both know it isn't."

Neighsay nodded, and drank his glass.

"Neighsay! Come here!" Spike called him in Italian.

"Sure. I'll be down there in a second, Mr. Ambassador!" Neighsay said in Italian.

"It's a great party." Spike said in Italian. Neighsay chuckled then turned to Tempest. He leaned into her ear and whispered:

"Relax." he said in a calm voice, and it made Tempest catched off guard. She covered her ears after his whisper. He smiled and walked away.

"Why did he suddenly whisper like that?" Tempest said.

Meanwhile, the tenants spotted Starstreak's stallions.

"My goodness! Hey!"

"Oh, my. It's been a while, guys."

"Hello."

"Take one."

"My goodness. What brings you all the way here?"

"It's free. You're doing your job."

"Drink up."

"Gosh, you look scary."

"Say "Ho, ho!""

"Food is the most important aspect of living~"

The tenants jeep whooping with the other stallions, while the other who led the pack, was disappointed.

Meanwhile in an office, there sat Starstreak in the couch, getting a pedicure. He got a call from someone.

"Yes?" Starstreak said. As soon as he heard the news, he was stunned. "What? The Ambassador of Trottingham? Why is he there? Hey, just bulldose..." he said. "Wrap it up."

Meanwhile, in the Wingtip Law Firm's office...

"Tempest! You!" Caramel scolded. "Gosh, this is driving me nuts! This is a major problem! You should've told me! Were you even thinking or what!? How will you fix this!?".

"What is the researcher talks to the press or the victim's family." Harshwhinny said.

"Right!"

"He won't be able to make a move right away." Tempest said.

"What?"

"How can you be so sure?"

"Right."

"I've been a lawyer for eight years now. I assure you I have the best hunches."

Harshwhinny mockingly laughed. "Hunches? I've been a prosecutor for 20 years. I don't think you should be talking about hunches before me."

"Right." Caramel said.

"You've been a prosecutor for 20 years, but it's your first year as a lawyer." Tempest said.

"What?" Harshwhinny said.

"I'll make myself clear. I didn't tell you not because I'm scared, but because I knew I could fix it and didn't want to worry you."

"Goodness. She thought about how her bosses would feel!" Harshwhinny said. "Gosh, Ms. Tempest with eight years of experience is such a generous lawyer."

Tempest couldn't stand it. Her angry issues were about to blow. She angrily stood up in front of them.

"Sir. Ms. Harshwhinny."

"There she goes again."

"If you trust me, give me your confidence, not your criticism." Tempest said.

"Goodness, it scares me when she does this." Caramel said.

"Let's trust her, then." Harshwhinny said. "But if you fail to handle this, we will no longer trust you..." she said as she clicls her tongue. "...and you'll be fired. Okay?"

"Thank you for your understanding." Tempest said, as she bowed. She suddenly got down and kept bowing. What a drama mare.

Meanwhile in Tempest's office with Flam...

"Don't think about going home today. Get a list of Final Countdown' family, relatives, friends and colleagues." Tempest said as she pasted Final Countdown's picture with her pen. "And..." she said as she sat with Flam. She got a pen and wrote thing down in a piece of paper. "...get the expenses ready in cash in the morning." she said as she the notebook to Flam.

"Okay." he answered. He opened the notebook to see how much. His eyes widened open and he gasped as he saw how much money Tempest requested. "Why do you need this much money?"

"So I can give the money to anyone that gives me a clue where he might be." Tempest said.

"You're not hosting some TV show here. Why give out money?" Flam said.

"If a problem can be solved using money, we should make use of it. That way, no one gets hurt, and everyone is happy." Tempest said.

Flam looked at her in shock and clapped his hands. "Amazing. Brilliant. I love it!"

Meanwhile, at Neighsay's party, the excavators and other construction vehicles of Starstreak's stallions left, including the others who were at the party who saw Neighsay's invitation. The tenants waved them goodbye. They then danced back to the party, cheering with joy, including Caballeron.

"We did it!" one of them said.

"Yes!" another said, gathering for a group hug

"I'll get going now." Caballeron said.

"We did it!"

"No, join us!"

"Mr. Caballeron!"

"You should join us!"

"Bye." Caballeron said.

"Everyone, over there!"

"Let's go."

"You know..."

"Let's do this!"

"Plaza!"

"Plaza!"

Caballeron saw Neighsay in the balcony, and Neighsay noticed him. They then both smiled.

"I'm good with anything."

"Go!"

"Let's go!"

"Go!"

"My gosh."

"Let's go!"

"Alright..."

"Counter..."

"Plaza!"

"Plaza!"

"We are the tenants!"

"Yes, we are!"

"We will win!"

"Win!"

"Counter!"

"Counter. Let's go!"

"Go, Counter!"

"Go!"

While Neighsay and Caballeron were smiling, Caballeron walked away.

"Good work!"

"Yes!"

"Come here!"

"My gosh."

The next morning, the tenants had breakfast at the snack bar. Cheese prepared drinks for the tenants.

"It's nice and warm here."

"It's from yesterday. It didn't go bad. Try some." the snack bar owner said. "Is it good?"

"It's hayburger."

"I bet the party must have cost at least 10 million bits." Cheese Sandwich said.

"No! It must have cost at least 20 to 30 million bits. On top of that, Mr. Cassano paid for everything." Cheese's wife said.

"Yeah. Until yesterday, you called him all kinds of names. But today, he's Mr. Cassano?" Cheese said.

"Gosh, you punk."

"I didn't trust him at first. But seeing what he did for the plaza, maybe, he's sincere." the snack bar owner said.

"If he had an ulterior motive, he wouldn't spend a fortune." the piano player said.

"She's right."

"If they don't give up, he'll keep throwing parties." the dry cleaner said, clapping his hands.

"He'll spend 100 million bits in no time!" one of them said, while the dry cleaner kept clapping his hooves.

"Listen. I don't trust him 100 percent." Cheese said.

"But?"

"But for now, I do believe he is on our side." Cheese responded.

"Right."

"Yes."

"Lately, Mr. Cassano and I have been communicating like creatures in Trottinggam do." Joe said, as he nervously chuckled.

"Actually, I think you're hiding from him." the snack bar owner said.

"I'm not hiding from him. It's a game we play." Joe nervously said. "In Trottingham, we hide from creatures we click with. It's like the Trottinghamian Mafia Game." Joe said, and the other tenants started chuckling.

"If he continues to help us like this, he may be the savior our merciful Buddha has sent for us." the monk said. "Amen."

""Amen"? That's not the one."

"Now that I think about it, don't you think the lawyer from Trottingham is handsome?" the piano player said, and it caught the wife of Cheese's attention. "He has such great skin. And his cologne smells good too." she said as she blushed and cover her mouth in joy.

"Right, you noticed it, too?" Cheese's wife said.

"Yes."

"It smells great."

"I'll be completely honest." the snack bar owner said. "He has such a great figure."

"But I thought he wasn't your type at all." Soarin said.

"What kind of mare wouldn't like a stallion like him?" she said.

Meanwhile, at nighttime, Neighsay went to his chair and took off his necktie. He buttons off the top part of his coat and exhaled. He then scanned over his bulletin board in front of him. One piece of paper was a list, and one of its items needed were labeled "CANTERLOT TEMPLE BOILER CONSTRUCTION DEMOLITION COUNTERMEASURE".

"Parties won't be enough to stop the demolition. I need a better plan."

He then got a file from his table, labeled "RDU-90, Key Characteristics". Then he looked at his bulletin board again at the same piece of paper. Another item is labeled "Babel Pharm Lawsuit - Danger".

Meanwhile, In Wingtip Law Firm...

"Please keep a closer eye on your researchers." Tempest said on the phone. "Of course not. They can't go out even for an hour." she said. "Yes. Please, I really need your help here." she said. As she was walking, she ended the call. She spotted her colleagues looking at Harshwhinny's window.

"No way." one of her colleagues said.

"Gosh. What's going on here?"

Tempest walked up to them, and like them, she looked at her window.

"Come here."

"Gosh, what she's doing?"

"She's unbelievable."

"Gosh."

They saw from Harhswhinny's window, she was dancing zumba, like she always does. She had her TV on.

"Awesome. Awesome!" Harhswhinny said.

"No, no no." one of the lawyers said.

"Isn't that so weird?" one of them said. All the lawyers except Tempest left, and Tempest was still watching her from the window.

"What she's doing?" Tempest said.

"Awesome!" Harshwhinny said.

"Yuuuuuuck." Tempest said in disgust.

"Awesome."

"Unbelievable. So this is how she made it to the top." Tempest said. Then, Flam walked by and went towards Tempest.

"Nice bracelet." Flam said.

Tempest then looked at her hand with the bracelet in it, and looked back at Flam. "What do you know about it?"

"Isn't that the new Prancimo bracelet? It's the most popular one." Flam said.

"Okay, Mr. Trivia." Tempest said, and pointed at Harshwhinny.

"What is it?" Flam said, looking at Harshwhinny. They walked away together after watching Harshwhinny's "cringe" dancing. They were going to Tempest's area.

"Since I'm Mr. Trivia, let me end my internship, so I can be your partner." Flam said, opening Tempest office door, going in, and closes as she went in.

"Why would I do that?" Tempest asked.

"Well, we can work together, go watch baseball together, and have fried chicken and beer. How nice is that?" Flam said.

"That's not working. It's dating." Tempest said.

"Even better." Flam said, clicking his tongue and smirking. "We'll work hard...and rely on each other. It's a dream come true."

"I don't date people from work because it's exhausting and immature." Tempest said, clicking keys on her keyboard. "Quit dreaming." she said, clapping her hands.

"Okay." Flam said, smiling and looking from his side.

"And the thing I asked for?" Tempest said.

"Oh, right." Flam said. He gave her the file about what she requested. When Tempest saw the file, she saw Neighsay's name in the file, and his picture. "I got it from the Trottignhamian Lawyer Association. He's a real lawyer."

Tempest then looked over at the other information under his picture and name. "Any criminal records?"

"He's clean." Flam said. He placed his front hooves on Tempest's desk. "He's very handsome. Are you interested in him?"

""Interested"?" Tempest said.

"Right? Was it love at first sight?" Flam said. "That's why you turned me down."

"Hey!" Tempest yelled, slapping his hand with the file. "Don't talk about my life like that!" she said, tossing the file to him.

Meanwhile, Neighsay was back again at Joe's restaurant. This time, Joe was serious. Joe was glaring at him, stroking his chin.

"Why are you glaring at me like that?" Neighsay said.

"You know what? You made me think that I was an awful cook all this time. But you were wrong. Did you see yesterday? Everyone at the party enjoyed my margherita pizza. Did you see that or not?" Joe said. "The Trottinghamian ambassador is from Trottingham. The couple tasted my pizza, and gave me a thumbs up. That's all I need."

"Well, the thing with drunk creatures is..." Neighsay said, pouring a drink in his glass. "...What's that Trottinghamian expression? Oh, right. Creatures can't tell between poop and gold."

"No, my food is good! You're the only one who says otherwise! Everyone likes it!" Joe yelled.

"Make me the same pizza, then." Neighsay said.

"Okay. Fine. Wait here." Joe said. Neighsay was just sitting there, taking a sip of his drink. After Joe was done, he lended the plate to Neighsay. Although it was a small pizza, it was the same margherita pizza. "Taste it." Joe said.

Neighsay took a slice and stopped to look at Joe. "I know it taste good.". Neighsay then took a bite, and looked at him. "Doesn't it taste amazing!?"

Neighsay then looked at him, took a tissue and...oh no...we know what happens. He spit out the food in the tissue, and coughed.

"What? What is it this time? Why!?" Joe said.

Neighsay chuckled and said: "I guess the basil and cheese are practicing social distancing. They don't mix at all." Neighsay said. So...he just spit out and didn't like the food because of the "orientation" of the toppings? "And are the tomatoes on quarantine or something? I can't taste them at all." Neighsay said, putting the money in his table. He stood up to leave. "Thanks for showing me...what a piece of garbage that looks like pizza taste like. You know?" Neighsay said, opening the door and left.

Wait, does Neighsay know that virus?

"Damn it!" Joe said, and he took a bite of the margherita pizza.

While Neighsay was walking out of the restaurant, he accidentally bumped into a passing by stallion. It was Stygian.

"Hey, it's Neighsay!" Stygian said, pointing his finger at Neighsay. Neighsay was confused, and looked at him from hoof to horn.

"Have we met?" Neighsay asked.

"We met at the party last night." Stygian mentioned.

"The party." Neighsay said. "Is that where we met?"

"No-, Yes, that was our first time meeting there." Stygian said. Neighsay then walked towards him, inspecting his face.

"Are you sure about that?" Neighsay said, and Stygian nodded.

"Mr. Cassano!" Grubber called, opening the Law Firm's office. "Mr. Caballeron is here."

"Okay." Neighsay said, as he turned back to Stygian. They kept looking at each other until Neighsay left to the office. Since Stygian was curious he hid in one of the walls of the plaza.

"By the way, what's that cologne he's wearing?" Stygian asked himself. He then sniffed the same area where Neighsay and he bumped in. He walked to the Italian restaurant, seeing Joe looking at a pizza slice of the margherita pizza he served Neighsay. Stygian opened the door and greeted him.

"Hello."

"Hi." Joe responded.

"I'm not here as a customer. When I tasted your pizza at the party yesterday, I was incredibly loved." Stygian said. "So I came here, wishing to become your culinary apprentice."

Joe's eyes widened of Stygian's words. "Right? Wasn't it really good?!"

"Yes."

"Damn it. But I'm not looking for an assistant. Please, leave." Joe said.

"Just give me a corner to sleep in!" Stygian said. "You don't have to pay me or feed me. I'll assist you, clean, wait tables, and do menial jobs. Master."

"What?"

"As soon as I had a bite of your pizza yesterday, I heard the tolling of the Florence's Duomo Bell. And when I had my second bite, the boat horn from a harbor in Maples resonated through my body." Stygian said, as he imitated the boats sound, and Joe stopped him by grabbing his hands. Joe was touched by his words.

"Oh. Oh, Napoli. Oh." Joe said.

"I want to create my own little Italy with your guidance." Stygian said.

"But you really don't need me to for your labor or food?" Joe said.

"No. I just need a place to sleep!" Stygian said. "And...I just need you, Master."

"So, what's your name?"

Meanwhile, in the Lawist Law Firm office, Caballeron and Grubber were scanning files, which were scattered in the table. The files were involving the Babel E&C, Pharmaceuticals, and possibly their law firm partner. Neighsay approach to them, putting more files into the table.

"I'm sure you know about Babel Pharmaceuticals' new drug, RDU-90's main component." Neighsay said, as he sat down in front of Grubber.

"Yes. It's a substance called coisanic." Caballeron responded.

"Are you also aware..." Neighsay answered. "...that coisanic is considered narcotic?"

"A narcotic?" Caballeron asked, and Neighsay responded with a nod. Neighsay then turned to Grubber, who had a shocked expression pasted in his face. "That's new to me."

"According to our experts's opinion, it just relieves pain." Grubber said, reading in the documents at the table.

"Babel Pharmaceuticals deceived you and everyone was in on it." Neighsay said.

"Gosh. I had no idea." Caballeron said. "So if this drug hits the market, aren't they basically selling narcotics?"

"Yes. Officially, more creature will be addicted to painkillers. What's more dangerous is, because of narcotic pain meds, more creatures will become drug addicts like in the States." Neighsay said, and Caballeron noded.

"Then, this drug might open up the doors to mass-distribution of narcotics in Canterlot." Grubber said.

"Perhaps, like the States, South Amarica, and Trottingham, huge drug cartels might spring up." Neighsay said.

"It hasn't happened yet, but drugs will spread like wildfire in this small country." Caballeron said.

"I don't even want to think about it, but if this goes through, even young ones will be able to buy drugs like you see in movies. It'll be around their homes and schools. Neighsay said.

"Jeez. How could they make something like this!?" Caballeron said. "I don't care if I go to prison. I want to burn them down! All of the drugs!" he said angrily. "We must stop them. We must do whatever it takes to stop them."

Suddenly, something was vibrating in Neighsay's coat. He saw that someone was calling him. He took it from his pocket and pressed the accept button. He stood up and moved somewhere else to keep the conversation private.

"Yes?" he said in the phone. "Right away." he said as he stops the call.

Meanwhile, Stygian was cleaning the doors of Joe's restaurant. Like he promised, he wanted a place to sleep in. Through the window, he saw Neighsay walking by. When Neighsay was going past the restaurant, Stygian hid his face so Neighsay won't notice him. Stygian noticed that Joe was sleeping, so he decided to go out and stalk Neighsay.

Neighsay was running to the Canterlot Temple. Unaware of Stygian, Stygian sneaked in and appeared in the wall. He then followed him at his back, and stopped.

"When you install it, be careful with the--"

"There's no need for that." Neighsay spoke. He then carried a rolled electric heating pad. It was bigger that Neighsay, and the monk. Although it might be heavy, Neighsay was strong enough to carry it to the inside of the temple.

"What is all this!?" The monk said, as he threw his head back before the electric heating pad roll Neighsay was carrying hit his head. Stygian kept watching them, with serious looking eagle eyes.

The monk and Neighsay went inside, and the other monk was still sitting there. Neighsay took of his coat jacket, and remained with his pants and long sleeve coat.

"Mr. Cassano, you cannot do this. We didn't agree to this." the monk said.

"Save the money for the boiler for your temple." Neighsay said. He was about to get the boiler, but the monk's hands were blocking it.

"Can you move your hands?" Neighsay said.

"No."

As Neighsay carried the boiler to the area, he said: "And I will foot the bill for your monthly electicity."

"Gosh, no! You cannot do that!" the monk said.

"Can you get that side?"

"This side?"

Stygian then secretly spied on them from the temple's window.

"But..."

"I can put one here."

"Oh..."

Neighsay placed one boiler in the floor, but couldn't fit because of the other monk and his seat. He crawled to the meditating monk.

"Sir, can you lift the right side of your bottom?" Neighsay asked. The monk was silent for a bit, but then tilted to the side and made some weird sounds like he always do. Neighsay then quickly moved the big boiler pad into the bottom of the monk's seat. Neighsay then crawled back to the monk and said: "It's all set.". When the monk heard Neighsay, he then tilted back into his normal position.

"Thank you." Neighsay said politely. "Can you get that one? Put it right here." he said to the other monk.

"This one?" the other monk said.

Neighsay and the monk quickly got the boiler pad and moved into the other side of where the monk was sitting.

"A member of the Mafia who is Catholic is putting electric pads for the monks. What is happening?"

Stygian saw Neighsay telling the monk to tilt the other side.

"Two. Three." the monk said, and they both quickly move the pad under the seat.

"Is this the union of religions? This stallion is so generous."

Stygian was touched by what Neighsay did, but then his looks then turned to sneaky ones.

When Neighsay was done, he walked to the exit of the temple. While he was walking, he heard a familiar voice.

"Give me a cigarette."

"Just one?"

"If you have one, hurry up."

Neighsay took a look and saw it was the son of the snack bar owner. Of course his mother will not be happy when he returns from his friends.

"How come you never have your own?"

"Hey, give me one, too."

"I want two."

"Give me one!"

"Come on. Be quiet."

"Give me a lighter."

"You don't have one?"

"Of course, I do."

"Just give it to me already."

"Yes."

"Give me the lighter."

Neighsay then walked in and stood in front of the snack bar owner's son.

"Didn't your mom tell you not to smoke?" Neighsay said.

The stallions looked at him with confusion. The son spoke: "Don't bring her up now. It's embarrassing. Beat it."

"Haven't you heard? If you smoke at an early age--"

"That our bones will rot?" the son said. "They're already rotten."

"Give me some money before you go, mister." one of his friends said to Neighsay. Neighsay slightly smiled and tucked his necktie. One of his friends gasped and grabbed his hand.

"Look at him. He's got a nice watch." one of his friends said.

Neighsay then dragged away his hand and said: "If you promise me that you will never smoke again, I'll give you some money."

"You have no idea how scary young ones are these days." one of his friends said.

"We go after everyone that pisses us off." the son said.

"All right." Neighsay said. "Toss all of your cigarettes in this trash can here."

"Guess what the scariest kind of drunk is." one of his friends said.

"Hmmm..." Neighsay hummed. For them, they didn't know that Neighsay was holding a piece of hard wood behind him. "If you say "punch drunk", I'll be disappointed." Neighsay said.

"Bingo." one of his friend said. As he was about to punch Neighsay, Neighsay suddenly grabbed his hand by his, and beat his hand very hard with the wood he was holding.

"My hand!!!" his friend shouted.

Neighsay continued to beat the rest of the son's friends in the back, the side of their stomach, and somewhere else where they can be in pain. They were panicking and yelling in pain.

"Damn it!!!" one of them shouted.

Neighsay then grabbed two of them and beat them both. What was weird is that Neighsay was doing it calmly. He threw them both at one of his friends that was down from his beating.

"You little punks! Lousy brats!" Neighsay said in Italian, beating them on their hands and heads.

"Stop it!"

"Damn it!"

"Let's go." they said. Neighsay then slapped one of them in the flank with the hand while they were running away. The son was shock, and he might know what will happen next. While Neighsay was patting the wood in his hooves, he slowly turned and approached to the snack bar owner's son.

"Come here." Neighsay said. Out of the blue, he grabbed his ear and the son was moaning in pain. "Toss it now."

"Damn it." he said. Neighsay pressed his ear harder and beat him two times in his shoulder. "Fine, I'll throw it out!" he said. He got his remaining cigarettes, snap them into two pieces and threw them in the trash can.

"I'll check every time I see you. Got it?" Neighsay said.

"Damn it. What the heck?" he said. He then went running out.

Neighsay was unaware that Stygian followed him, and spied on him.

"A Mafia member who disciplines delinquents? Is this a way of repenting for his dark past? The more I observe him, the harder it is to figure him out."

Neighsay went back to his house unit, and sat down on the couch, and took out some files from a brown envelope. He read it carefully, one by one. Then he remembered what he said to the stallion about demolishing the plaza.

-At flashback-

"It's my first and last advice to you." Neighsay said. As the stallion picks up his bag to leave, he suddenly stopped before going to the exit.

"Wait." Opulence said. "You can threathen me, but you're in no position to give me advice!" he said as he slams his bag in the table. He then turned to Caballeron. "We'll see...which one of us will be...begging the other. This will be fun." he said. When he was about to leave, he slams Grubber's bike to the ground.

"Cheetah!!!" Grubber said, rushing to his bike. "Cheetah, are you okay!?" he said, trying to fix parts of his bike.

"Mr. Blueblood." Neighsay spoke. "Can you look into him?"

-Present-

Neighsay then took three pieces of index paper. Looking into its text, he then smirked. "We'll soon find out...who'll end up on their knees."

Meanwhile, Tempest and Flam were in the the medicine store, and Tempest was armed with her best crocodile tears. She only put this act so she won't be fired because of a lost researcher.

"My youngest brother also majored in pharmacology." Tempest said in a crying act, and Flam nodded. "He works late everyday in his lab. Then he comes home all exhausted. And he worries about his career." she said as she sobbed. And with the best act, she cried coming along with tears for the act.

"Tempest." Flam spoke, as he lend a handkerchief.

"No. Let me be." Tempest sobbed.

"Tempest." Flam spoke again, as he lend the handkerchief.

"Thank you..." Tempest cried. She took the handkerchief and wiped of her "tears". "That's why Final Countdown reminds me of my brother. I'm sure things have been tough. I'm worried that he might do something he'll regret if he's alone."

"It's been a few months since I talked to Final Countdown." the stallion in the cashier said.

"Please. If he did contact you, tell me." Tempest said. "I'll compensate you handsomely for your information." she added and Flam nodded.

"I have enough money." the cashier stallion said.

Tempest then took her purse and showed him the money. "It's a hefty sum.". Flam then covered the money and turned to him.

"We're really trying to help Final Countdown." Flam said, and Tempest nodded. "If he contacted you--"

"If you don't leave, I'll call the police." the cashier offended.

"He'll call the police. Let's go." Tempest said.

When they went out, Tempest waited for Flam since he was buying popsicles. Flam came back with two popsicles in his hands. He teared one pack and gave it to Tempest.

"Here." Flam spoke, giving her a popsicle.

"How could he not fall for my tears? I feel hotter because I cried." Tempest said.

"No matter how hard I think about it. If I were Final Countdown, your dad would be the only person I would go to. Lawist." Flam said. "Try to talk to your dad. You're his daughter. You two can have an honest conversation."

"I would've done if it'd work." Tempest said. Flam then sighed heavily.

"If he decides to blow the whistle, you'll be in big trouble." Flam said.

"Hey, you're from Neigh York. Why are you so nosy? Why worry about other creatures?" Tempest said.

"No. I only worry about you, Tempest." Flam said. "Without me, who's going to play along with your skit? Without me, how will you find you car?"

"Oh, right. Where did I park my car?" Tempest said.

"Near Exit B in Basement 2."

"Okay."

"Tempest, doesn't working for Wingtip give you a lot of headaches?" Flam said. "Want to jump ship?"

Tempest then turned to him.

"My friend in Hoston is starting a law firm in Canterlot."

"A new law firm won't be enough able to afford my salary." Tempest said. Suddenly, something was buzzing in Tempest's coat. It was her phone ringing. She accepted the phone call and leaned it against her ear. "Yes, Mr. Rider."

"Ms. Choi invites lawyers with experience of more than five years for dinner today." Wind Rider said in the phone.

"Tell her I can't go. I have work." Tempest said.

"She told me you have to be there even if other lawyers can't make it." Wind Rider said.

"Fine." Tempest said as she ended the call. "Damn it. She cares about me way too much."

Meanwhile, Caballeron was in his office with a phone call.

"It's not hard at all. I have a knack for turning tables. Gosh. Please trust me on this. I can win this." Caballeron said on the phone and he cancels it. He took out a brown envelope from the table and opened it. What it was stated that it was a hearing notification from the Canterlot District Court. Later on, he went to the plaza's rooftop, looking at Canterlot's beautiful view. Though, something was kept in his mind.

in flashback

"I know this is a tough decision. May I ask why?" Caballeron said.

"I realized it when I watched the trial..." Final Countdown said. "...that if I stay silent, a lot of creatures will be wronged."

Caballeron nodded. "Yes. I'm glad you made up your mind. Thank you so much. Then, what is their biggest lie that they have been spreading?"

"The clinical trial of the new drug was basically murder." Final Countdown said.

"Pardon?"

"The higher-ups gave the order. We were ordered to inject the new drug, RDU-90, to five test subject infinitely. They told to see how much they could endure." Final Countdown added.

"How could they do that?" Caballeron said.

"And RDU-90 is not just a painkiller. It's a narcotic painkiller. Babel Pharm didn't care about the test subjects' lives from the start. I tried to drop out the experiment, but they threatened to hurt my family." Final Countdown said.

"Will you appear in court as witness and testify what you just told me?" Caballeron said.

"You will guarantee the safety of me and my family, right?" Final Countdown said.

"I can't guarantee it now, but I'll do whatever it takes." Caballeron said.

"What do you mean!? How can I testify with out that guarantee!? Besides...there's no guarantee that you will not expose me."

"No, Mr. Countdown. No one will find out about our meeting today, and I will take all the risks. Please trust me."

"No. Unless my family's safety is guaranteed, I cannot testify in court. I'm sorry."

Present

Caballeron's eyes were still transfixed in Canterlot's view. Though that meeting was still in mind, he knew he had lied to Neighsay.

Mr. Cassano, I already knew what kind of drug it was. I pretended to be clueless, so I could take all the risks. I will make sure to stop them.

"Mr. Caballeron." a familiar voice called him. Caballeron turned around to see Neighsay.

"Mr. Cassano. Do you have...Right, you don't smoke." Caballeron chuckled.

As Neighsay walked beside Caballeron at the edge of the rooftop, he said: "Have you grasped the core problem of this lawsuit?"

"The core problem?"

"Babel Pharmaceuticals, the release of narcotic pain medication, political lobbyists under the radar, a huge rebate, and a fabrication of a lawsuit. The ordeal is run like a cartel." Neighsay said.

"I know that much." Caballeron said.

"If you do, shouldn't you back off?" Neighsay said. Caballeron turned to him in shock and confusion. "They're not businessponies. They're monsters. They couldn't care less about the lives of others."

"If I keep fighting, I will win one day." Caballeron said.

"Mr. Caballeron, you can't defeat these monsters." Neighsay said.

"Anyone can defeat monsters." Caballeron said.

"No. That's only possible in myths." Neighsay said harshly.

"You sound pessimistic today." Caballeron said.

"You've come to a dead end now. You can't go further!"

"I'll do whatever it takes to break through even if it breaks my hooves."

Neighsay sighed and took a few steps in front of Caballeron. "When you reach a dead end, the wisest thing you can do is turn back."

Caballeron was about to be hot under the collar when a call disturbbed him. He turned back from Neighsay to answer the call. "Hello? Yes. When? Which hospital? Okay, I'll be right there. Okay." he said. As he ended the call, he turned to Neighsay. "You need to come with me."

"Where?" Neighsay asked.

"You'll see." Caballeron said as he held Neighsay's hand.

They went for a run as they rushed to the hospital. Caballeron said to himself: "Why did she have to go to work? She shouldn't have. Goodness. Being a public defender is so hard."

He stopped as he look both left and right at the hallways of the hospital. "Okay. Yes, over there. Let's go." he said to Neighsay. Neighsay followed him to the corrections. As they stopped at the door. Caballeron said: "Let's go in."

"Go ahead. I'll wait for you outside." Neighsay said. As Neighsay was about to move out, Caballeron quickly grabbed his hand.

"You're here, anyways. Say a few nice things to her." Caballeron said.

"But..." Before Neighsay could finish, Caballeron went in. So, Neighsay had to follow him. As Caballeron walked in he saw a mare who is a worker in the hospital.

"Hello. I'm her attorney." Caballeron greeted the mare. When Neighsay walked in, the mare pointed to where the patient was. "Okay.". Caballeron hurriedly opened the curtains that surrounded her bed. Neighsay saw the patient, revealing Cloudy Quartz, his birth mother, and Neighsay did knew her at first.

"I was right. Aren't you glad you were close to a big hospital?" Caballeron said beside her bed.

"Yes." Cloudy Quartz weakly spoke with a smile. Neighsay took a peek of the patient in the bed as Caballeron was talking to her.

"Gosh, how can you be smiling now!? You almost died!" Caballeron said.

"Let's just say...this was a rehearsal for my funeral." Cloudy Quartz said. Then, she suddenly saw the light azureish gray unicorn behind the clear curtains. "By the way, who is he?" she spoke, reffering to Neighsay.

Neighsay then kept hiding behind the curtains. Caballeron turned to him and pulled him inside. "This is...He's a lawyer who's been helping me with my recent case. Isn't he handsome?"

"Yes. He is indeed handsome." Cloudy Quartz said. Neighsay gazed at her, and noticed a tight handcuff in her hoof and the other half of it was clanked in the bed.

"I need to make a phone call. I'll give you some privacy." Neighsay said. Neighsay then stopped beside the curtains where they can't see him. Neighsay overheard their conversation.

"I'm going to file for a retrial." Caballeron said.

"You can't do anything about it without my consent. Suit yourself." Cloudy Quartz said.

"If you die like this, you're only making life easier for those criminals." Caballeron said.

"I stopped caring about justice a long time ago. Don't complicate things." Cloudy Quartz said, shooking her head.

As Neighsay heard their talk, he exhaled sharply and left the corrections area. He waited at the entrance of the hospital. In there, he looked down, looking at the window. He exhaled once more and grabbed his phone from his pocket.

"Yes." Neighsay said through the phone.

"This is Opulence from Babel E&C. You texted me this morning." Opulence said.

Meanwhile, at Harshwhinny's dinner with Tempest and other lawyers, one male lawyer flipped some glasses on top of another batch. He flipped them like dominos, making the empty batch fill with drinks. Harshwhinny and the lawyers except Tempest cheered for the stunt.

"Bottoms up."

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

"Bottoms up!" one said, as they raised their glasses.

"Thank you."

"This is expensive."

"Thank you."

As they drank theur glasses happily, Tempest drank hers with a glare on both the lawyers and Harshwhinny.

"All right." Harshwhinny said, putting her glass back in the table and getting a bite. "Today...we'll forget that we're lawyers and have some fun!"

"Yes!"

"Okay!"

All shouted except Tempest, and all of them sat down.

"Ms. Harshwhinny, what is your idea of fun?" one lawyer asked.

"Does anyone her have a special talent or something?" Harshwhinny said.

"Mr. Rider is the best impersonator. He does one heck of an impression." one of the lawyers said.

"Let's see it, then. Do it." Harshwhinny said.

"Okay." Wind Rider said.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!"

Wind Rider stood up and acted. "I'm Gladmane. Jim asked me to come here! He's very busy with work right now. So he asked me to back you up! It's a small company, you see! It's a small apartment!"

Harshwhinny and the lawyers around Tempest's surroundings laughed out loud at Wind Rider's impression.

"This is it!"

"He's good!"

"He's good."

"Yes, he's good." Tempest murmured.

"It's Buck Withers this time." Wind Rider said.

"Go ahead."

"Stop. Are you cheating? You gave Madam Coloratura and me the bottom cards. Do you think I'm a joke?" Wind Rider acted.

"Check the cards!" Caramel woke up, joining the act.

"Don't touch the cards, or you'll lose a hand. Bring me the hammer." Wind Rider said.

"I shouldn't have done that." Caramel joined the act in a deep voice. He then leaned in at Harshwhinny's hand in the couch.

"Go to sleep. No, not here. Go sleep over there." Harshwhinny said, pushing Caramel up. Caramel then leaned to the other side.

"Good job. Give it up for him!" Harshwhinny said, and all the lawyers clapped their hooves, and Wind Rider bowed to them and went back to his seat.

"Good job."

"You're good."

"Who's next? Anyone else?" Harshwhinny said. The eloquence stayed silent. "Is that it? All right, then. Ms. Tempest, Wingtip's top dog. You're up." Harshwhinny said.

Tempest stared at her then looked back down.

Harshwhinny called her one more time. "Ms. Tempest."

"Tempest Shadow!" one lawyer cheered.

"Tempest Shadow! Tempest Shadow!" the lawyers cheered.

"I don't do stuff like that." Tempest replied.

"Of course, you do. Just do it!" Harshwhinny said.

"This kind of thing makes me uncomfortable." Tempest said. The lawyers went silent for a while.

"I'm not making you do this to reward you, you know? You've made a huge mistake. I'm making you do it, so you can make up for it and redeem yourself." Harshwhinny said.

Tempest knows she has nowhere to run, but she has to do it. "Then, I'll impersonate someone as well."

"Great. Let's give it up!" Harshwhinny said. The lawyers jeered with 'ooooooohhhhh' and Tempest felt embarrassed. Tempest then went in front and removed her horseshoes. She fixed her mohawk next, looking at the transfixed lawyers. She then started dancing zumba in front of them, and was impersonating Harshwhinny.

"Awesome!" Tempest shouted. "Awesome!"

Harshwhinny stared at her, as Tempest had a joyful face impersonating her. And eventually, Tempest's energetic voice and moves suddenly made Caramel wake up.

"Awesome! Awesome!" Tempest shouted. "Awesome!"

Harshwhinny then started wheezing in laughter as Tempest kept dancing.

"Awesome!" she shouted one more time. "Awesome!"

Harshwhinny then started laughing out louder than she laughed at Wind Rider's act.

"Awesome!"

Meanwhile, Neighsay then arrived for Opulence. He waited there, drinking coffee. Opulence walked in, seeing Neighsay holding a mug in his aura.

"You're drinking coffee." Opulence said. "Why did you want to meet? I'm a busy stallion, you know." he said as he sat down in front of Neighsay.

"Do these two things I tell you to do." Neighsay said. Opulence then chuckled.

"You're ordering around now." Opulence chuckled.

"First. Make sure Counter Plaza doesn't get demolished for two months. Second. When we demolish the plaza, my folks will take care of it." Neighsay said.

Opulence chuckled once again. "Have you gone mad or something? What are you babbling on about?"

Neighsay then took out a brown envelope and gave it to Opulence.

"Now I'm curious." Opulence said. He then opened the envelope, revealing more documents. As Opulence read it, he saw the names: "Big Macintosh and Bow Hothoof".

"Didn't I tell you? That I'm not going to take it anymore?" Neighsay said. "It's the list of real estate agents you secretly took bribes from. The transcripts of the recording in which Starstreak threatened the store owners under your order."

"How..." Opulence said. Neighsay then took out a pieces of paper underneath his coat and gave it to Opulence. Opulence saw pictures of him with a mare. Opulence then yelped and bowed his head.

"Photos of you at Canterlot Hotel with Silver Waves of Management Team Two, your mistress. In broad daylight and--" Neighsay said.

"Hey." Opulence stuttered. "Can you stop, please?"

Neighsay nodded. "This will be enough to bury you professionally."

"Yes. It's more than enough, so I'm begging you. These photos can never be revealed." Opulence said.

"As long as you follow my orders, they'll never see the light of day. But..." Neighsay said. "...you should end things with Ms. Waves fast and go back to your family. You're married, for Celestia's sake."

"But I don't have any power to postpone the demolition for two months." Opulence said. "A month is hard enough. And I don't have much power at work. I'm a mere employee there."

"That's not my concern. Get it done." Neighsay said. "If you fail, I'll make sure you'll be condemned for the rest of your life."

Opulence yelped and clenched his hooves while Neighsay got up and and stood besude Opulence.

"And let me warn you. Don't try anything funny. You'll be dead if anything happens to me." Neighsay said. As Neighsay is about to leave, Opulence tried to call him.

"Wait, sir!" Opulence said. "This is bad. Goodness. I'm in big trouble."

Meanwhile, the lawyers were done with their dinner and were sent back home.

"One more round!" Caramel said inside the of the car's back seat, in the open window.

"Good night."

"Good night."

"Wait, you're sending me home!?" Caramel said.

"Good night."

Harshwhinny was in the back seat of another car. When a stallion got in the driver's seat, Harshwhinny opened the car window, and peeked out, and she called for Tempest.

"Come here, Ms. Tempest." Harshwhinny said. Tempest got nearer to her, and the moment she came, Harshwhinny grabbed the back of her neck. "Tempest Shadow. If you mess with me again, that will be the end of you, you brat."

"Do let me know when you get the chance. I wouldn't mind a near-death experience." Tempest said, with a smiling face.

"Seriously. You're one big nutjob. The tree-strike rule doesn't apply to you. One strike, and you are done." Harshwhinny said.

"I'm sorry to bring this up..." Tempest said, grabbing Harshwhinny's hoof in her neck. "...but you should cut your nails. I think you just scratched my neck." Tempest squeaked.

Harshwhinny chuckled and let go of her neck."Let's go." Harshwhinny said to the driver.

"Good night."

"Good night."

"Gosh, she could've infected me with germs from her nails." Tempest said. Suddenly, her phone rang from a notification. She saw a message from her father.

Caballeron said in text: "Come home right now."

"What? What is it this time? Gosh. Why does he keep calling me?" Tempest said.

Meanwhile, Starstreak and her stallions were surrounded by their construction vehicles such as excavators.

"Tear down everything even if there's a party tonight." Starstreak commanded.

"Yes, sir!"

"Yes, sir!"

"What if there are creatures like the Trottinghamian Ambassador?" one of his stallions said.

"All right. Tear down everything after you escort them somewhere else!" Starstreak said.

"Yes, sir!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Get in!"

"Let's go!"

Suddenly, Starstreak received a phone call. He grabbed his phone and started the call.

"Hey!"

"Yes, Mr. Opulence." Starstreak said.

"Hey. Leave Counter Plaza alone...for the next two months." Opulence said in the phone.

"Why?" Starstreak said.

"Just do as I say!" Opulence shouted in the phone. "If the plaza gets destroyed, we'll be destroyed, too." he said as Opulence ended the call. Opulence took an ice cube and quickly put it in his mouth.

"Damn it. What is this?" Starstreak said.

"Hey, let's go!" one of his stallions said. "Destroy it!"

"No, don't. Stop it!" Starstreak said. "Hey, stop! Wait! I told you to stop! Why is that forklift going so fast!? I SAID STOP! I SAID STOP! I SAID STOP!"

"Turn off the engines!" one of his stallions said.

"Stop! Turn off the engine! Gosh, the fumes!" Starstreak shouted.

Meanwhile, Neighsay was taking a walk on a bridge. It was unique because inside the bridge has decorative flowers in it. Suddenly, Neighsay got a message from Caballeron.

Caballeron said in text: "How could you leave without telling me? Come to my house. Let's drink carling."

Neighsay read his message and walked back to the familiar address. What he didn't know is that Tempest was also in Caballeron's home.

Meanwhile at Caballeron's house...

"So the narcotic pain meds of Babel Pharmaceuticals will turn creatures into drug addicts. And drug cartels will spring up in Canterlot. So you want me to stop them? At the expense of my lawsuit?" Tempest said.

"The lawsuit isn't what matters right now. The core problem is narcotics." Caballeron said.

"Who fed you such nonsense?" Tempest said. "Was it Neighsay Cassano!? Are you stallions on some kind of debate team?"

"He's from Trottingham. He knows the severity of danger and drug cartels." Caballeron said, as he sat down on the couch along with Tempest.

"Other pharmaceutical companies produce narcotic pain meds too. Why are you coming after Babel?" Tempest said.

"They're different. They'll use lobbyists to make the drug accessible and mass-produce the drug like it's a digestive pill. Then, a lot of creatures will--"

"I guess it's true that no matter how smart, creatures will cling to conspiracies once they're concerned." Tempest said.

"Tempest, thus isn't a conspiracy theory. This is the truth and our future." Caballeron said. The doorbell suddenly rang while Tempest and Caballeron were having the conversation.

"That must be your fellow debater. Enjoy your debate, then." Tempest mocked, as she stood up, and went out to the other exit.

When Tempest was outside, she saw Neighsay getting out as well. When their eyes meet, she walked a few steps forward to him in a serious expression, and Neighsay did the same. Neighsay went in front of the door Tempest got out earlier.

"Please stop telling my dad nonsense." Tempest said. They then both turned to each other in the same expression. "Drugs? Cartels? Do you think this is some Amarican TV show?"

"Does it sound that asburd?" Neighsay said with a slight smile.

"Yes. At this rate, Babel Pharmaceuticals will rule Equestria or something." Tempest said.

"When you continously turn lies into the truth, you become blinded to the truth." Neighsay said.

"Now, you are diminishing my honor as an attorney." Tempest said.

Neighsay then took a few step forward to her.

"There's no honor among thieves." Neighsay said in Italian.

Tempest then hummed sweetly. "Care to translate?" she said with a smile.

"There's no honor among thieves." Neighsay repeated, but in English.

Tempest chuckled. "One day, when you're exposed as someone who has no right to be saying such things, I will mock you every second I see you...to the point you want to kill me." Tempest said, and before she could turn away, Neighsay spoke.

"Let me say one more thing before you do that." Neighsay said with a smirk.

Tempest then turned to him, and Neighsay took a few steps towards her.

"Stupid. Idiot." Neighsay said in Italian. The moment he go for the word "idiot", tiny droplets of his saliva spatted on Tempest's closed mouth. Tempest got disgusted and wiped her mouth. Neighsay smiled and walked to the door.

"Translate!" Tempest said angrily.

"No translation for that." Neighsay said, going through the door, and shutting it behind him.

"My gut tells me they weren't good words. I bet he was cursing at me. He's so annoying." Tempest said. "I'm so enraged that I'm feeling cathartic." Tempest wickedly chuckled.

Meanwhile with Flim...

"It's all my fault. Yes, I'll fix it as soon as possible, so it doesn't harm you. Yes. No. Whenever you scold me like this, I can tell I'm growing. Yes. The villa? No. Please do as you please." Flim said. "Yes. Okay. Have a good night. Bye.".

As the phone call ended, he quickly got into his couch a quickly tugged his necktie. He also drank all the drink in his glass in just a chug. Flim sighed.

"What the hell does he want?" Flim said.

Meanwhile, Caballeron and Neighsay clanked their glasses and drank at the house.

"Mr. Caballeron." Neighsay spoke. "That lady earlier...was her name Cloudy Quartz? Is she okay?"

Caballeron sighed. "She's not. She only has six months to live."

Neighsay stayed silent for a moment, then he poured the drink in Caballeron's glass. "If she's in the final stage, she must be in a lot of pain, right?"

Caballeron also poured the drink in Neighsay's glass. "If you were curious, you should've ask your mom yourself. Why don't you go visit her and ask her yourself next time?"

Neighsay then looked down. "How did you know?"

"I've been a lawyer for 30 years. I've got quite a hunch." Caballeron said. "And why do you think I dragged you to the hospital? You're so slow. When you asked me if I was a public defender, I already figured it out. No. Actually, it was that day.

In flashback...

"Defender Cloudy Quartz was often criticized by Chairman Filthy Rich and his famoly for her improper behaviors as a housekeeper."

Neighsay turned to see a dark grayish orange stallion with very dark grayish cyan hair with dark grayish cyan streaks.

"On the day of the incident, when he said she didn't do her job properly, she aas livid and assaulted him which led to his death."

"The defense rests."

Caballeron turned to his left and saw the light grayish blue unicorn, with very dark grayish blue hair with a lighter shade of very dark grayish blue stripes. Caballeron saw he was clenching his hooves, and patting his hoof on his hind hooves.

"Defendant Cloudy Quartz has abandoned her own child in the past. I'm submitting her affidavit of voluntary of relinquishment of parental rights to an orphanage in Canterlot.

"That's irrelevant in this case." Cludy Quartz spoke.

"Defendant. Be quiet."

"You're my lawyer. Say something." Cloudy Quartz said. "I, was sexually harassed. His whole family is lying!"

"Don't say anything."

"That day, five years ago..."

"This will work against you."

"I saw a young stallion in a rage. And I could feel the rage as I was sitting next to him. No one would get so mad over some case unless their family is involved."

Neighsay left with his suitcase in anger, but he was silent.

Caballeron got his suspicions later on, when Neighsay was in front of the jail his biological mom was stuck in.

"And this confirmed my suspicion. "

Present...

"Do you really not want to visit your mother?" Caballeron said. "I won't force you. And I won't ask you to forgive your mother lightly. But you shouldn't let your yearning turn into regret."

Meanwhile, that night...in the quarantine, a mysterious stallion went in, and cut the tube of some kind of gas and put a 60 second bomb inside, and quickly rushed back up before he dies from the explosion.

1 Babel employee was sleeping and and woke up with a cough because of the gas.

"What's this?" one of the researchers said.

"What is this smell?"

All the 14 researchers went down to the same place.

"What is this?"

"What?"

They noticed the 1 minute was now 6 seconds. One stallion was about to touch it when it reach three. As the timer hit zero, the shelter then got caught on an explosion and a big fire.

In the morning...

"Around 3:30 a.m. today, there was an incident, believed to be gas explosion, at a villa in Canterlot. Employees of Babel Pharmaceuticals' Drug Development Division were at a villa for a company getaway and were caught in explosion, which took the lives of the 14 researchers." the news reporter said in TV.

"No..." Caballeron said as he watched along with Grubber and Neighsay. "This isn't right!" Caballeron shouted in anger, slamming the documents he was holding in the table.

"The fire authority confirmed 12 researchers were dead at the scene and two survivors' entire bodies were burned and were transported to the hospital." the news reporter on TV said.

Caballeron quickly ran around the office, packing his bag.

"Mr. Caballeron." Neighsay spoke. Caballeron looked at him, but pushed Neighsay aside.

"But they died during treatment. The police suspect the gas was..."

Neighsay followed Caballeron then.

At Wingtip...

Tempest and Flam heard the news.

"Tempest." Flam spoke. "Can you not represent Babel Pharmaceuticals?"

"How dare you ask me that." Tempest said.

"So many creatures involved died." Flam said. "Creatures related to the case are dropping like files! I don't want anything to hapoen to you."

"I'm not going to die!" Tempest shouted in anger. "Besides, I represent Babel Pharmaceuticals."

Flam then stood up from his seat. "Creatures who today were their employees. So that doesn't matter!"

"Why are you so sensitive lately!? Are you emotionally unstable or something!?" Tempest said.

"Can you listen!?" Flam shouted angrily. "It's not--"

Tempest then smacked her hooves to get Flam's attention.

"Yell at me in a formal way. " Tempest said.

"In a formal way..." Flam repeated. "Do you think I'm worried just for kicks? Is that what you think? I've been thinking about this, and I have a bad feeling about it!"

Tempest exhaled and looked at him. "Intern Flam. Why are you suddenly so protective of me?" she sais as she stood up. "Don't cross the line. And I told you not to speak in an informal way when we're working. Do you think we're in the States?"

Flam quickly went to the documents in the table. Tempest saw him. Her face went nearer to his.

"The briefing didn't even start yet." Tempest said.

"I'm going out to pretend that I'm in the States. I won't talk to you in a formal way. Bye."

"That punk..." Tempest said. "Hey! Intern!"

Before she says something else, Flam left.

"Do you wanna die!? You're dead meat today!" Tempest shouted.

Meanwhile, in Caramel's office...

"Jeez. This was way to big." Caramel said. "Gosh, this...How can he get rid of everyone?"

"Don't you think he's sending us a message?" Harshwhinny said. ""Get things sorted ruthlessly like this." Or, "If you don't sort things out, you'll end up like them.""

"Gosh. No way. That's ridiculous." Caramel said. "Come on, you're jumping into conclusions. You're scaring me." Caramel said as he sat down of the couch.

"I'm not jumping into conclusions. I think Chairman Flim will give us a scolding." Harshwhinny said.

"It's not in his nature to think--" Caramel then got a phone call and in just seconds, he said: "It's Chairman Flim."

Harshwhinny gestured her hand to him to call Flim. Caramel was nervous, but immediately accepted the call.

"Yes, sir." Caramel spoke. "We'll file a claim for compensation. Yes, pardon? Yes. I see. Then, I'll be there in by noon with Ms. Harshwhinny. Yes--" he paused when the call ended. "He hung up."

"And I finally meeting him? I should get ready." Harshwhinny said.

"Get what ready?" Caramel said.

"My "secret crystal ball" that gives me all .the answers" she said, holdinga grape in her fingers. She put the grape in Caramel's mouth. She left for the door, and Caramel couldn't help but blush.

Caramel chuckled. "What was that? Harshwhinny, I mean, Ms. Harshwhinny! That was hot!"

Meanwhile, Neighsay ans Caballeron went to somewhere near where the incident had taken place.

"I'm on my way."

"The fire's investigation is not over yet!" Caballeron said, rushing to the investigators. "How can the case be closed?"

"Gosh." one of the investigators said.

"We found enough evidence at our initial inspection." one of the investigators said.

"You must check if this was arson with the NFS!" Caballeron yelled.

"We have no evidence that it was. Stop getting in our way." one of the investigators said.

"I'm not getting in your way!"

"I warned you."

"Warned me what?" Caballeron said. "I'm asking about the protocol!"

"Come on. Stop it!"

"Let go of me!"

Neighsay was watching the argument, then he turned to his left, and there were two stallions in the highway.

"Hey!" Neighsay yelled, rushing to them. "Don't lay a finger on him."

"Who are you?" the investigator asked.

Caballeron slammed his suitcase to the ground. "If you don't follow the protocol, I'll camp out here."

"Let's go." Neighsay said.

"Suit yourself." the investigator said.

"Let go of me!" Caballeron said to Neighsay.

"Let's go." Neighsay repeated. "Wait. No"

"Suit yourself."

"Damn it!" Caballeron said.

"Let's go." Neighsay said.

As they were leaving, they suddenly stopped. Neighsay turned to Caballeron.

"Why won't you take my advice?" Neighsay said.

"That I should back off this case?" Caballeron said. "How can you say that when 14 creatures were burned alive!?"

"The only thing you can do now is to be angry and mourn for them. But that's not a lawyer's job." Neighsay said.

"It is for me. I will not cave in without a fight." Caballeron said.

"If you don't, you'll pay the price of it. I know that more than anyone!" Neighsay said angrily.

"As long as I can punish Babel Pharmaceuticals, I can give my life." Caballeron said, as he quickly took the suitcase Neighsay was holding. Neighsay rushed to him furiously.

"Why are you being so reckless!?" Neighsay shouted in anger.

"Because I was destined for this." Caballeron said. "Even though I know that the game has been rigged, I must give it my all to beat them. That's my fate. Smart people may rule the world, but reckless and and stubborn creatures lile me protect this world."

Caballeron then left with the suitcase. Neighsay knew he took his anger too far. He just stood there, with his anger descending from his face.

At noon, Harshwhinny, Caramel, and Flim meet up in a restaurant. As they were eating, Harshwhinny saw that Flim was taking off the toppings he didn't want from his ordered food. Harshwhinny then took a sip in her drink.

"Don't worry about the money. Make sure the bereaved families are compensated." Flim said

"Yes, sir. We will." Caramel said.

"Gosh, my villa." Flim said. "I used a lot of good materials for the villa. Come on!" Look at the trouble we're in because of one researcher."

"I'm sorry. We'll work harder." Caramel said. "Oh, right. Thank you for giving us a scolding with the villa incident."

"What? That wasn't a scolding. I was just blowing off steam." Flim said. "Anyway, can't you really find the researcher that ran away?"

"We'll find him in a few hours." Harshwhinny said.

"Apparently, Ms. Harshwhinny has a magic crystal ball." Caramel chuckled

"A magic crystal ball? A magic crystal ball!?" Flim said in confusuion.

"It's just something I have." Harshwhinny said.

"Ms. Harshwhinny, I recruited you to Wingtip, so tell me anything you want. I'll get it for you." Flim said.

"In that case, buy me the Canterlot Prosecutors' Office." Harshwhinny said.

Flim stopped drinking when he heard what she want. "Buy you what? What's that?"

Caramel was about to answer when Harshwhinny got first.

"I'm talking about the Canterlot Prosecution Office." Harshwhinny said.

"I see." Flim saud with a smile. "That's...How can I buy that for you? Is that on the market?"

Harshwhinny and Caramel sat silent for a moment and when Flim turned to Caramel, Caramel started wheezing a laughing.

"Gosh, isn't he so funny!?" Caramel laughed. "He asked if that was on the market!" he laughed once more, and the other two started smiling. "Is the listing based on rent or deposit!?"

Later on, Harshwhinny and Caramel stood upstairs, seeing Flim go.

"Mr. Caramel, you're such a bad judge of character." Harshwhinny said.

"What do you mean?" Caramel said.

"Do you really believe that punk's the head of Babel Group?" Harshwhinny said.

Caramel chuckled. "He's young and wild. So he's not the typical chairman we're used to."

"He's slow, can't grasp the situations, and act pretentious." Harshwhinny said.

"Gosh, what is it this time? What's the problem now." Caramel said.

"Never mind. It's nothing." Harshwhinny said, as she turned around.

"Goodness." Caramel said, walking with her. As they were walking, Harshwhinny heard a ring inside her coat.

"Damn it." Harshwhinny said, looking at her phone. "It's my magic crystal ball. We found the runaway researcher." Harshwhinny said. Caramel then shrieked very loud, that one of the workers in the area jumped in surprise.

"I knew you could do it! Ms. Harshwhinny! No, Harshwhinny!" Caramel said in happiness. He then hugged her.

"Get off me!" Harshwhinny said with a smile. "But this is too bad. The researcher and Caballeron have already talked."

"What?" Caramel said in shock.

Meanwhile, Caballeron was sitting in seat in the rooftop. He throws a cigarette into the trash can. He then got a call, and it was labeled "RDU". He accepted the call. "Yes, Mr. Countdown."

"I will...testify." Final Countdown said in the phone. Caballeron got shocked at his answer. "When I saw how my colleagues got murdered at the villa, it made me think that I could end up like them. So, I've decided to reveal the truth before that happens to me."

Caballeron then stood up. "I'm glad to hear that. Yes. I will go and get you tomorrow morning. Yes. See you tomorrow. Okay.". As soon as the call ended, Caballeron had a great smile in his face.

Meanwhile, Neighsay just went in the plaza. He heard familiar voices again.

"See? It worked."

"That was legendary."

"Exactly!"

"I'm your boss now."

"Of course."

"Go ahead."

"All right."

"Don't move. Bring it closer."

"Come on."

"Should I teach it to the guys?"

"Of course. We can't be the only ones."

"Let me see. It worked before.

Neighsay got down and saw the same stallions who smoked. The snack bar owner will not be happy to see this.
The stallion, who was the son of one of the tenants, noticed Neighsay in the stairs. When his friend saw him, he
looked at the same direction, and saw the same stallion. Neighsay then stomped his front hooves hard to the ground.

In just one stomp, the two delinquents ran away.

"What am I doing here? This is stupid. Why am I doing this?"

He then got into the plaza, and went in front of thw window.

"Yes. I shouldn't be distracted anymore."

"Let's wrap this up quickly and leave. Well, we bought some time, but we can't keep delaying the demolition with parties." Neighsay said, in front of the tenants in the dance studio.

"Right."

"That's right." Cheese said, slamming his hoof to the ground. He stood up next to Neighsay. "Now, it's time for us to duke it out with them. There must be blood from both--"

"It won't involve blood." Neighsay said, moving to the side from behind him. "I would like to make a better suggestion for you."

Cheese then politely sat back down.

"I'm planning to purchase a mall in the neighborhood area. And I will relocate you guys there." Neighsay said.

"What?"

"What?"

"What do you mean? You'll relocate us?" the dry cleaner said.

"I will give you the mall free of charge." Neighsay said.

"What?" Joe said in shock.

"For free?" Cheese's wife said.

"Yes." Neighsay said.

"I don't believe it." the snack bar owner said. "Why would you do that for us?"

"Because that's the best way." Neighsay said.

"Wait." Soarin spoke, raising his wing. "There's a Western proverb that goes: "The only free cheese is in the mouse trap."

"He does have a point."

"Free things in life can be dangerous." the snack bar owner said.

"No, it's not dangerous at all. Once I purchase the building, you can just move there." Neighsay said.

"I see. Then, we don't have to do a thing. That's amazing!" Stygian said.

The tenants looked at him in a speechless expression.

"But who are you?" the piano player said.

"Right. Who are you?" Cheese's wife said.

"He's my apprentice." Joe said. "He has so much respect for my food. He's my pupil."

"I see."

"I see."

"Nice to meet you."

"Hi."

"Mr. Cassano sounds pretty genuine. Why don't we trust him?" the piano player said.

"We just met him. How do we know if he's genuine?" Soarin said.

"I think I do." the piano player said.

"Think about it." the dry cleaner said.

"Okay."

"Why would he try to con us? We have nothing." the dry cleaner said.

"We got nothing."

"Right."

"You can never see through a creature's mind." Soarin said.

"Soarin." the piano player called.

"Yes?" Soarin said.

"You keep getting dumped because you're a bad judge of character." the piano player said, and it cause one of the tenants to laugh, and Soarin laughed along, and stood up.

"I've never been dumped in my life!" Soarin exclaimed. "Because I've never dated anyone."

"Everyone." the monk called, and went in front with Neighsay. "Faith and trust are the beginning of good deeds and the path to Nirvana. Let's take this chance to execute good deeds by trusting him."

"Yes." the tenants responded.

"Thank you, sir." Neighsay said, and the monk responded with a bow, and Neighsay bowed back. "Everyone. Then, I'll take it that you accepted my offer."

Meanwhule, Harshwhinny was dancing Zumba in Caramel's office.

"One, two."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Harshwhinny said. As the door opened, there walked in Tempest. Tempest saw Harshwhinny was still dancing.

"Did you ask to see me?" Tempest said.

"Yes. One, two. Sit down." Harshwhinny said, dancing to the couch, and Tempest followed with an annoyed expression. "All right." Harshwhinny said, taking a bottle of water, and sipping it. "As of today, you are off any cases that involve Babel Group."

"I can't do that." Tempest said. Harshwhinny then looked straight at her.

"This isn't coming from me. It's coming from Mr. Caramel."

"Even so, I cannot do that." Tempest responded.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you run this law firm!?"

"I cannot comply with it because this is an order without any explanation." Tempest said, rotating her head, mocking Harshwhinny.

"Of course, there is an explanation! You're going easy on your dad!"

"I've never gone easy on him. He's my opposing counsel, not my dad." Tempest said.

Harshwhinny scoffed, massaging her hind hooves. "Of course, you say that. But family comes first, not your job. You failed to beat him in your first hearing. That's all."

Meanwhile, Caballeron had a call in the Lawist office.

"Yes. I'm telling you the truth. We have hope now." Caballeron said on the phone. "Yes. Just trust me." he chuckled. While calling, Neighsay entered his office. "Sure."

As Neighsay sat down with Grubber in the table, Grubber spoke.

"I have no idea what's going on with him. But he's in a good mood all of a sudden." Grubber said.

"All of a sudden?" Neighsay asked.

"Yes."

"I'll call you again tomorrow night. Okay. Okay." Caballeron said. As he ended the call, he approached to Neighsay.

"Mr. Cassano. Did you have lunch yet?" Caballeron said.

"Not yet." Neighsay responded.

"Order him something." Caballeron told Grubber.

"Shall I!?" Grubber said as he got off his seat.

"How about we order super food salad and some drinks?" Caballeron said.

"Do you mean that!? That's a first!" Grubber exclaimed.

"Of course!"

"Hold on." Grubber said. Then, Tempest barged in from the door.

She slammed her purse in Grubber's bike and the first thing Tempest said was: "You and I need to talk, Mr. Caballeron."

"She said "Mr. Caballeron". It's a red alert, so I'll evacuate." Grubber said, removing his coat, and going out to the door. Neighsay just stayed along with Caballeron and Tempest.

Grubber tried gesture his claw to tell Neighsay something.

"I can understand that you don't want to help me. Then at least, don't ruin my future." Tempest said.

"When did I ruin your future?" Caballeron said. Meanwhile, Grubber opened a window that was beside the entrance, and Neighsay noticed it him. Grubber gestured him to sneak out, and Neighsay nodded.

"Thanks to you, I'm about to lose my ground at work." Tempest said. "I'm going from being a top dog to a mutt!"

Neighsay was about to use the door he always use, but it got blocked when Caballeron moved.

"Right. You got what you deserved." Caballeron said.

"You're a stallion of conscience!" Tempest said. "Wht won't you accept our values are different?"

Neighsay was going to his direction, until he banged and stubbed his hind leg in one of the furniture. Neighsay hopped with his other a in pain as he seethed.

"It's not about being different. It's about what's right and wrong." Caballeron said. Caballeron nearly approached to Neighsay. That moment, Tempest grunted loudly, which made Neighsay's shoulders rose up. Grubber quickly closed the window knowing how upset and disappointed Tempest is.

Caballeron turned to her.

"As I always have..." Tempest said. "...I'll say some hurtful things.". She then turned to Caballeron in a serious face. "If you lived a righteous life, why did you let Mom die like that!?"

Caballeron then approached to her angrily.

"You were so busy taking care of others, you let her die alone on the table!" Tempest said.

"I told you to stop bringing it up." Caballeron said.

"No. I will bring this up as long as I'm alive! The fact that you made Mom and my life miserable. " Tempest said.

Caballeron pushed her and shout: "Get out!". It shocked Neighsay, and he kept hopping on one of his hooves.

"Do you even feel guilty when I bring her up?" Tempest said. "You'd jump into fire to save others, but why did you neglect her like that!?"

"I don't want to hear it." Caballeron said. "Leave."

"You can save a lot of creatures from injustice. But you will never be forgiven for letting her die like that." Tempest said, as she grabbed her purse. Caballeron tried to get her attention, but she left.

Neighsay kept hopping from pain, and accidentally bumped into a pole and knocked over a metal vase. Caballeron turned to him.

"I'm sorry." Neighsay said.

"It's okay." Caballeron responded. "Sorry about that. You saw the ugly side of my family."

"No, I'm sorry-" Neighsay said, massaging his hind hoof.

"It's okay." Caballeron said. Neighsay then yelped from the pain. Well, sounds like sobbing.

Meanwhile, that night, Tempest was comfort drinking ina convenience store outside. She grunted so much because of her father.

"Damn it! How can he not apologize!?" she said. She sighed and kept drinking. Neighsay was taking a walk and noticed Tempest sitting in the table. Tempest also noticed him, but didn't bother him. Neighsay then entered the convenience store.

That moment when Neighsay entered, Tempest noticed that it was raining. As Neighsay was in the cashier, he noticed Tempest comfort eating and her expression. He went out and approached Tempest. As he put his drink next to her, that was the time.

"What is it?" Tempest said in annoyance.

"Couldn't you have been more mature?" Neighsay said.

"What!?"

"Earlier, you didn't sound like a hotshot lawyer, but a spoiled brat like the mare in the photos." Neighsay said.

"Don't play dirty. Why bring up my humiliating past!?" Tempest said.

"All the criticisms children give their parents will come as regrets." Neighsay said, as he looked down at her. "Don't do something you'll regret. Regret is the most painful thing in life."

That moment, Tempest realized something.

"He and I will drink at his regular spot. Come if you want to." Neighsay said. Tempest then looked at him. "You don't have to apologize. You can just join us." Neighsay said as he walked out in the rain.

"Gosh. "Apologize"?" Tempest said. "As if."

Meanwhile, Harshwhinny is eating her dinner inside Caramel's office all by herself as thunder crashes. She got her phone and called somone labeled "CRYSTAL BALL".

"Hey." she said in the phone. "You can start now.". When the phone responded, she said with wicked eyes: "No. Both of them.". Who is she referring to as "both of them"?

Meanwhile, Neighsay and Caballeron were at a restaurant. As Neighsay out food in their table, Caballeron respond.

"I'd stay strong, but days like this get to me. I mean, when these jerks torture my girl. No matter how much I scold her, she's my precious little girl. How could they?" Caballeron said.

"She'll get through it. Ms. Tempest is strong." Neighsay said, pouring the drink into Caballeron's glass.

"Aren't you truly the strong one?" Caballeron said. Neighsay looked at him in confusuion.

"I'm not that strong or good, for that matter." Neighsay said.

"Weak creatures don't go to their moms' trials if they were abandoned." Caballeron said.

"I only went to see how miserable she was." Neighsay said.

"Do you mean that?" Caballeron said.

Neighsay turned to him after drinking from his glass. "Yes. Don't give Ms. Tempest a reason to check how miserable you are."

"You're telling me to stop fighting Babel because I'll be miserable. I will keep fighting them. And I have more power to fight." Caballeron said.

"And that power will put you in more danger, won't it?" Neighsay said. "I don't like that you're the only one exposed to all those risks. I want you to take the coward's way out this time."

"For me, running away isn't the coward's way out. It's putting other people in danger. Okay?" Caballeron said.

Meanwhile, Tempest was still comfort eating in the table outside of the convenience store.

"I'm not going there to see my dad. I'm going to the restaurant to eat tofu with sauce and an assortment of daisy sandwiches." Tempest said. She then stood up and grabbed her jacket. As she was putting it on, the convenience store clerk came out from the door.

"Excuse me." the clerk said, holding an umbrella. "It's for you."

"What's that?" Tempest asked.

"The stallion you talked to earlier told me to give this to you." the clerk answered.

Tempest then slowly tooked the umbrella and thnaked the clerk.

"What?" Tempest said with curiosity. And that moment, her face slowly brightened. Her face even brightened more when the umbrella opened. She then walked with the umbrella swirling above her head.

Meanwhile, Final Countdown was in his computer, and writing down notes in his notebook. Then suddenly, there was a knock in the door. Final Countdown gulped nervously.

"Who is it?" he said. The door did not respond, so he had to call again. "Who is it?"

"We're from the police." someone responded.

"What's this about?" Final Countdown said.

"We're doing an inspection. A murder suspect was seen around here. We just need to check your identification." someone responded.

Final Countdown was nervous. Who would come there in that time at night? Final Countdown then went towards the door, and carefully opened it with the sliding chain lock still attached.

"I ask for your cooperation. Could you open the door?" the stallion said.

"You don't have a Canterlot accent." Final Countdown said.

"Right. I'm from Manehattan." the stallion said.

"I see. Hold on." Final Countdown said. As he closed the door, he quickly ran to his bag and packed his things.

"Open it quickly! I'm busy today!" the stallion said from the door.

"Okay! Wait!" Final Countdown responded. Suddenly the door got cracked by a sharp object. It kept cracking by the police. To Final's surprise, the criminal was along with the police, helping him. As the door is cracked open for the two stallions, Final Countdown rushed to the window and jumped out.

"Damn it!" the police said. They both jumped out as well, chasin Final Countdown. Final Countdown kept running in the rain and wet road. Final Countdown rushed to a boat nearby, and hid inside it. He got his phone and dialed Caballeron's number.

Meanwhile, Neighsay was in the table while Caballeron approached to him with drinks.

"Here's a thing. Jackie Chan." Caballeron said, putting the drinks in their table. "I love his movies. Why?" he said, as he imitate his punches and moves. "He wins not because he's a master of martial arts, but because he never gives up. Even if he messes up, he tries again for 10 or 100 times. He keeps trying until he gets it right!" he said as he makes noises in his punching, and laughed after.

Neighsay smiled at his moves.

"I'm going for a smoke." Caballeron said. Then kept punching and laughing. "Goodness. It's pouring." he said, as he walked out with his cigarette.

While inside, Neighsay saw that Caballeron's phone was ringing, and the call was labeled "RDU". Neighsay paused when he saw the call. He then slowly turned to Caballeron, who is smoking outside. He recognized RDU, because it was named from one of Babel's drugs, RDU-90, and he still remember the document he read "RDU-90, KEY CHARACTERISTICS".

Meanwhile, outside, Caballeron was looking at the raining sky, and a stallion approached to him.

"Sir, can I have a cigarette?" the stallion asked.

"Sure." Caballeron said, reaching at his pocket. "Here you go."

As the stallion put it in his mouth, he asked for the light.

"The light? Here." Caballeron said.

The stallion looked up at Caballeron.

"Enjoy." Caballeron said.

"Thank you." the stallion said. Then the stallion turned to him without Caballeron noticing. This might mean something...

Meanwhile, Neighsay was curious about the call. He sneaked and grabbed the phone. He tried to press the calling button, but nothing occured. Neighsay then put Caballeron's phone back in the right place, in the same orientation.

Meanwhile, Final Countdown has his hind hoof bleeding. He tried to call Caballeron, and the phone responded: "The number you dialed dialed is..."

Final Countdown panicked and kept calling him. Suddenly, there was a knock in the boat's window. Final Countdown nervously turned and saw the same police, and they went in to harm Final Countdown. Later on, Final Countdown's phone landed on the ground...with blood. Someone stopped the call to avoid getting caught.

Meanwhile, Caballeron entered back inside. "Goodness. It's pouring.".

"Mr. Caballeron." Neighsay responded. "Are you hiding something from me?"

"I am." Caballeron said. "My sincerity which no one knows about." he said. Then he spoke something in Italian. Then he translated it in English.

""It takes a devil to drive out another devil."" Caballeron translated. "That the only Italian proverb I know." he chuckled. "Remember what I told you? Only monsters can beat monsters. But I can't be a monster. I wish a real monster would appear and deal with all these evil creatures, whether it's legal or not. But that's not possible in life."

He then turned to Neighsay. "Mr. Cassano. You can't be that monster, right?"

Neighsay just stared at him without any expression. "Someone has been calling you." Neighsay said.

"What? Who?" Caballeron said.

"RDU." Neighsay responded. "RDU-90. Isn't that the researcher?"

Caballeron then tried calling him again. Suddenly a supply truck plows through the restaurant entrance. It was sudden sequence, and Neighsay and Caballeron went crashing to the floor.

Neighsay was bleeding in his head since he bumped his head very hard against the floor. He saw Caballeron far away, near the supply truck. Caballeron was bleeding a lot more than Neighsay. Neighsay kept looking at Caballeron, took his breath out and looked at him with squinting eyes, until they were shut.

Things are not looking good for the two.

NEIGHSAY

Author's Note

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