NEIGHSAY

"Somone has been calling you." Neighsay said.

"What? Who?" Caballeron asked. As Caballeron got his phone, Neighsay responded.

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

Caballeron started to panic and immediately called Final Countdown. While he was calling, a supply truck plow through the entrance that Neighsay and Caballeron were in. It all happened so fast, that they didn't noticed. The glass shattered as they both crash to the ground. Neighsay went landing along with the glass, hitting his head very hard, causing him to bleed.

Neighsay still had enough consciousness to see Caballeron. Caballeron was near the suplly truck and was bleeding harder than Neighsay. Neighsay slowly squinted his eyes until they were shut. A lot of ponies and creatures gathered around the accident, and one of them was Tempest. Tempest passed through the crowd, and her confusion turned into shock.

Tempest saw one of the bodies lying on the floor, bleeding. The driver of the supply truck was revealed to be the stallion who asked Caballeron for cigarette. Tempest dropped the umbrella Neighsay gave her, and looked at the stallions in shock. Though it was raining, Tempest slowly walked inside of the restaurant. She was too shocked for tears, seeing her father bleeding.

Neighsay and Caballeron were immediately rushed to the hospital. Neighsay's blood stained the hospital bed's pillow. As he was rushed, one of the doctors put and oxygen mask in his face, hoping he would survive. Neighsay was bleeding from head, also staining his neck. Neighsay was not moving, eyes are completely shut, and no movements detected.

And for Caballeron, he was dead on arival. He was rushed to the morgue immediately. That night was the last time he had his last drink. Tempest went to him in a black attire, sobbing.

"Dad." Tempest sobbed. "Dad!". She continued crying in front of his deathbed. Neighsay was right. Regret is the painful thing in life. "Dad! No..." she continued. "Dad...".

Meanwhile, Neighsay was in the ICU, in a coma. An oxygen was once again placed, and monitor beside him, detecting his heart beat.

Later on, Tempest codly walked in the hallway. She then saw a crowd of creatures gathering in front a screen, showing the news, and it was showing the late Caballeron's Lawist Office in the Counter Plaza.

"Caballeron, a civil rights lawyer, passed away due to an accident in Canterlot. He was revealed to have violated the attorneys-at-law act and of committing subornation of perjury, shocking the public. Caballeron was a civil rights lawyer who had defended the Babel Pharmaceuticals' victims and had given voice for the weak. Due to this accident, however, his true face was revealed. While undergoing the recent trial, Caballeron demanded money and bribed those who were involved. He also convinced Desert Wind, a delivery pony, to commit perjury." the news reporter said live.

Tempest was too shocked for tears.

"He had been under investigation after violatiing the attorneys-at-law act. This news has shocked the victims and many others who revered him as a civil rights activist."

Meanwhile, Harshwhinny celebrated Caballeron's death by more Zumba dancing, and the tenants of Counter Plaza mourned him in front of the Lawist Law Firm's entrance. Most of the tenants silently cried while the rest looked dead inside. Grubber passed by with a blue face, and leans his head at the entrance, as he cries.

"Mr. Caballeron, I forgot...I forgot my keys." Grubber said weakly.

The Lawist Law Firm was now quiet without Caballeron. Files still piled up everytime Caballeron, Grubber and Neighsay has a discussion, and still has the desk where Caballeron's name and occupation was labeled. The table still had its pens and one thing...cigarettes. His plants sit their quietly, and his slippers were not touched. There were even a lot of notes pasted in the bulletin board.

There was a note written: "To Lawyer Caballeron, thank you for your counsel."

Two lawyers in the firm sobbed. They walked in front of the entrance and one of them even put a bouquet of flowers in the entrance.

One note in the entrance pasted says: "Thank you for being the last straw I could grab onto 10 years ago."

Meanwhile, Tempest mourned in his grave, and Flam came along to comfort her. It haw a label "Deceased Caballeron, we will cherish your memories."

Flam looked at the sad Tempest Shadow, and slowly rests his hooves in her shoulders, if she doesn't mind.

A lot more of the Lawist Law Firm's lawyers pasted notes and left bouquets in front of the firm's entrance. One of the notes their were labeled:

"I'm sorry. I love you."

"I could protect my family thanks to you."

"I will never forget you. You've taught me what hope is."

And of course, we could never forget about Neighsay. Neighsay was still alive, however, remains in a coma. Tempest watched the doctors leave after cleaning up and repairing things Neighsay needed while he was in bed.

"This is the medical report. Babel Pharmaceuticals' new drug, RDU-90, has been approved and will be released soon. RDU-90 is considered a perfect painkiller due to its lack of side effects and lasting effects. A lawsuit regarding the death of one of its test subjects had been filed, but it has been confirmed that it wasn't directly related to the drug." the news reporter said.

More notes were pasted in the Lawist Law Firm, such as:

"Thank you. I won't forget about you."

"I don't believe what they're saying about you."

"The rice soup you bought me was the best meal I had."

"Rest in peace."

"You were my one and only family and friend."

"Thank you for helping. Your death will not be in vain."

"I could get out of that long dark tunnel thanks to you."

EPISODE 4

While Tempest was cleaning up Caballeron's place, she saw some pictures tucked in the mirror. She got them with her hands, and what she was seeing is what she called her "embarrassing past". One photo was her toddler self playing on the swings and Caballeron was beside her, smiling in the photo, and the photos might be taken by someone or her parents. Another was her toddler self again, and her late parents, carrying her in an azotea.

Another photo was her as toddler again, carrying possibly her previous toys or treats. Another was her in high school, and the same photo Neighsay saw as he walked in one time. Another was her fishing. She was holding the fish she caught as stated in the photo. When she flipped the photo, there was Caballeron's handwriting, stated: "Tempest's first time fishing. She was good but never wanted to do it again."

Tempest started to cry, looking at the photos. She then took another one. This was a photo from her high school days. She was weating a tuxedo-like clothing and was holding a bouquet. She flipped the photo, seeing Caballeron's writing, written: "High school graduation. She didn't want flowers. Had four servings of ribs by herself. February 20, 2008."

Another photo she took out was her adult self and Caballeron one ruler apart from her. There was a banner behing them, printed: "4th Judicial Trainees' Graduation Ceremony.". One tear slowly came out, and moved down from her cheeks. She flipped the photo, seeing once again Caballeron's writing. It was written: "January 12, 2014. Graduated from the training institute. My dear beloved daughter, Tempest. I hope you won't become an awful lawyer like me. I love you, Tempest."

That writing proved he was sincere, hitting Tempest's chest. She cried harder, reading the message. She flipped the photo again, to look at her father. Caressing his cheek in the photo just made her sob harder.

Later on, Final Countdown's body swifted in the waves. Was he moving or are just the waves pushing him? Two stallions saw him and immediately ran to the body.

Meanwhile in the closed Law Firm Lawist, Tempest was sitting at Caballeron's spot, cleaning his desk, whuie Grubber got a water spray, watering Caballeron's plant friends.

"Blossom." Grubber spoke, as he sprayed water on Blossom's soil. "Bud." he responded, spraying its soil. "Fern. Flora. This is my first time watering you. I'll be your new dad from today on. Let's go to my..." Grubber stopped, looking at Tempest.

"Water has been leaking from an apartment in Canterlot although it has been built less than a year ago. Poor construction has been suspected as the cause." the news reported in the TV said.

"You're really closing down..." Grubber said to Tempest. Tempest turned to him. "...this law firm, right?"

"There had been issues..." the news reporter on TV said.

"Yes." Tempest said with a slight smile.

"The residents are preparing to file a lawsuit against the constructor and the company due to the water leakage, cracks on walls, and the frequent malfunctioning of the elevator."

While Tempest was cleaning up the drawers, she saw a photo of her in her trainee graduation along with her dad, and it was the same picture she saw back at his home. She slowly touched him in the photo with her bare hand.

"There has been an increasing number of complaints regarding apartments, and people have asked the government to come up with an effective solution. Next news..."

Tempest then sadly put aside the picture.

"...this morning, an unidentified male body was found in the costal waters of Canterlot."

Tempest then turned to the TV.

"The police are currently trying to identify the stallion..."

Meanwhile, Cheese walked in with a slight blue face in Soarin's dance studio, and the other tenants were inside as well.

"They've decided...to close the law firm." Cheese said, walking in to the side.

"You seem quite despondent." the dry cleaner said.

"Damn it. I haven't done anything for him." Cheese said, sitting along with his wife.

"What could you have done!?" his wife said. "Were you going to beat up those bastards!?"

"Why not? I could have if I wanted!" Cheese said.

"Then who will take care of our plaza's issue?" the snack bar owner said.

"Didn't Mr. Cassano say he'd buy a building and let us move there?" the dry cleaner said.

"Do you actually believe him?" Cheese's wife responded.

"I wonder how he's doing." the piano player said. "They said he'd wake up in a week."

"He has been unconscious for 9 days and 13 hours." Stygian spoked.

"Mr. Stygian." Joe spoke. "Why would you count the days he's been hospitalized?"

"I just enjoy counting time. One hour, two hours..." Stygian said.

"I also don't believe that he'll move us to another building. I think he was just bluffing." Soarin said.

"Bluffing?" the piano player said. "He's not the type to bluff."

"You're wrong. He bluffs quite a bit." Joe said. "He criticizes my dishes as if he was a connoisseur."

"He's been in an huge accident. He must hate this area now. So he'll probably return to Trottingham." the snack bar owner said.

"You're right-" Soarin said, flexing at bending in the bars. "He has no time to think about other creatures like us."

"Did you know!?" Stygian yelled, as he stood up from his seat. "Mr. Cassano installed electric pads at the temple for the monks!"

The dry cleaner looked shock, and turned to the monk, who nodded at him.

"He also taught some boys who were smoking around here a lesson!" Stygian spoke.

"Goodness! Really!?" the piano player said.

"I believe you're making him out to be more selfish than he is." Stygian said.

"That's how I feel."

Meanwhile, Tempest was in Neighsay's hospital room, sitting beside his body.

"It's been ten days..." Tempest spoke. "...since dad passed away...". Would Neighsay even listen to her voice? "The media has painted him as a crooked lawyer. I've closed down law firm Lawist today. But I have yet to find closure. I don't believe it was a mere freak accident. So I wanted to do something about this. But I have no evidence. I don't know where to start." She said, wiping her tears with an upset face and sniffed.

"I must be crazy." Tempest said. "I said I wouldn't cry. Don't be an idiot." she said to herself. "Get up, and say something already...I'm so frustrated!" Tempest said to the sleeping Neighsay. "I'm paying for this private room and your hospital bills just to hear your story." she said as she sobbed in front of Neighsay. "Do you even know how much it costs!?"

"Then let's go to the bank first." Neighsay spoke, lying down with his eyes still shut.

"Just wire it to me." Tempest said. Then Tempest realized something. Did Neighsay just spoke? Did he listened to the crack of her sadness and drama? Neighsay then slowly opened his eyes, and quickly rose up his head and chest, and moved his head, as he removed the wires detecting his heartbeat, as if he woke up from a short nap.

"You woke up so randomly." Tempest said. "What is going on?"

He then streched his arms and turned to her. "Let's go." he said, as he almost got off in bed, but Tempest stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going? We need to see if you're alright!" Tempest said, sitting her hands in his shoulders. "Let's check for any numbness or cognitive disorder." she said, moving her hand to his forehead, and the other, gently patting his cheek. Neighsay then dragged her hands away with his.

"The numbness subsided last night." Neighsay said.

"You woke up last night!?"

"I remembered everything." Neighsay said, then got his face close to hers. "And I recognize you, so I'm fine, aren't I?" he said as he walked to the exit normally. Tempest then gasped.

"Then did you hear me cry just now!?" Tempest said.

"You didn't sound like an idiot at all,..." he said as he turned to her. "...so don't worry." he said with a smile. He walked off, near to the exit.

"Hey!" Tempest shouted, rushing to him. "Why didn't he tell me that he was awake?"

Later on, they went to the grave site. Tempest sat far away from Neighsay, who was holding a bouquet of flowers and wearing a black attire. He stood there, in front of Caballeron's stone and put the bouquet near it. Neighsay noticed that Tempest had put a picture of her and Caballeron at her trainee graduation. He then looked at Caballeron's smiling picture, that was printed beside his name.

Neighsay remembered that one time before Caballeron passed away...

In flashback

"What are you looking at?" asked Neighsay.

"I sent this to my daughter recently as a wake-up call." Caballeron said, lending the piece of paper to Neighsay. It was the file of relinquishment of parental rights, meaning that one time when Caballeron disowned her. "She'd become an incredible lawyer if only she could think straight." Caballeron chuckled, and Neighsay did as well.

"Times have changed." Caballeron said. "Earnest, upright, and old-fashioned lawyers like me can never beat the creatures who are corrupt. You need someone...who's strong and brazen. Tempest fits that criteria perfectly." he chuckled.

"Then you shouldn've told her so yourself." Neighsay said.

"She would never listen to me. Maybe later, when the time's right." Caballeron said. "If I don't get the chance to tell her, you should do it for me."

Present...

Neighsay remembered that time. He then turned to Tempest, who was sitting alone in a row of graves

Later on as they leave, they trot in the hallway, and as always, Neighsay got his lighter and fiddles it, opening and closing it, causing a bling sound.

"Why do you carry around that lighter when you don't smoke?" Tempest said to Neighsay, who was trotting along with her.

"Because the sound helps me focus and calm down." Neighsay replied. "What's your plan?"

"Something smells fishy." Tempest said. "I'm going to look into the accident and the driver again."

"It's all over." Neighsay said.

"I'm aware of that." Tempest said. "I just want to double check." she said as she continued walking, leaving Neighsay.

"Why?" Neighsay said. This word caused Tempest to stop. "Is this your way of paying your father back?"

Tempest then turned to him. "That's not it. I may discover something new." she calmly said.

"Until two weeks ago, you were his enemy. But not anymore?" Neighsay said, walking towards her. "You should've done that sooner."

"Are head injuries known...to make people rude?" Tempest said.

"Anyway, don't do anything. Nothing will change." Neighsay said.

"How can you say that to a bereaved family member?" Tempest said.

"I've always wanted to tell you this." Neighsay said. "Goodbye." he said as he trotted, leaving Tempest behind this time.

Later on, Tempest was driving her car.

"I'm so dumbfounded." she said. "How dare he make me out to be a horrible daughter?"

"...a countmeasure is said to be in the works. Next news, the unidentified body found in Canterlot this morning turned out to be a researcher from a pharmaceutical company. The police have notified the family members of his death and..."

Hearing the news, Tempest then stopped her car and immediately grabbed her phone, turning on the news.

"Final Countdown, a researcher, sent his will to his company through a scheduled email. The police believed it was suicide. The company has been interrogating him for siphoning pharmaceutical ingredients, putting the victime under stress. The police believed he committed suicide due to the pressure. The police will hand over his will to his family, and investigate the incident more throughly. It's Pearl Shine from CN News."

After hearing the news, she dialed someone's number. "Detective Braeburn. There's a pressing matter you must look into right now."

Meanwhile, the tenants gathered along with Grubber.

"Mr. Grubber. I'll be your bodyguard and do chores around the office for you." Cheese said. "Please don't close it down."

"We can't the place for long. Our registration will expire soon." Grubber said.

"If this is about money, sell everything you have to my pawnshop." Cheese said. "I'll give you a good price."

"Don't be ridiculous. We have no money." Cheese's wife said, patting his shoulder.

"Well..."

"Gosh..."

As Neighsay took the stairs and wanted to walk to them, the piano player noticed him.

"Sir!" the piano player shouted.

"What!?"

"Sir! You're back!" Grubber said.

"Mr. Cassano!"

"Sir!"

Suddenly, the snack bar owner blocked his way. "I was worried." she said with a smile.

"Thank you." Neighsay said.

"You look better than I thought you'd be." Cheese said.

"Well, then." Neighsay muttered.

"Wait." Cheese's wife spoke. "About what you said about helping us move to another building..."

"Let's talk about it next time." Neighsay said. "I need some rest."

"But..." Cheese's wife said.

"By "talk about it next time"..." Soarin said, before Neighsay could trot. "...do you mean you'll reconsider it?"

Neighsay sighed. "I mean we should talk about it again next time." before Neighsay could leave, the dry cleaner responded.

"Did you change your mind?" the dry cleaner said.

"Aren't Trottinghamians known for being punctual and keeping their promises?" Joe trembled. "Aren't they?"

"You can't do that. We've put our trust in you." the snack bar owner said.

"We have nothing." Cheese's wife said. "You shouldn't confuse creatures like us."

"You're right."

"Right."

"Come on, now."

"Let's go in."

"We need food on our table!"

"I told you, didn't I?"

"This can't be."

"This is unfair."

"I knew it."

"Why won't he tell us!?"

"He can't do that."

Because of the noise the tenants made, Neighsay snapped.

"Listen!" Neighsay shouted angrily, causing the tenants to pause. "Don't you think you're being rude!? You're receiving free help from me, and all you can do is suspect me and complain!?"

"Is it because we didn't pay him?" the dry cleaner said.

"What I mean is, you should at least have an ounce of faith!" Neighsay yelled.

"Since we've been betrayed so many times, it's not easy for us to trust anyone." the snack bar owner said.

"You should walk in our shoes for once." Soarin said.

"Keep this up, and I'll have no desire to keep my promise." Neighsay said.

"So you're going back on your words." Cheese's wife said in anger.

"That's not what he meant!" Cheese said. "Damn it! I'm so frustrated!"

"If you keep being wishy-washy, we won't be able to trust you!" the snack bar owner said.

Neighsay then turned to them. "Fine. If you can't trust me, you should look for another lawyer."

"But..."

"What a wonderful sight!" Starstreak said, who came out unexpectedly with his henchstallions. Grubber and the tenants were shocked to see them.

"It is, isn't it?"

Grubber and the tenants went further away and back from Neighsay.

"Goodness. I came here you could be making Molotov cocktails together." Starstreak said. "I love how you've fallen apart." Starstreak said as he wickedly cackled along with his henchstallions. "This was exactly what I was hoping to see. Let's see. That geezer of a lawyer is dead now. And they've ousted the Trottinghamian lawyer. All right, then. Let's talk compensation, shall we? I'll be generous." Starstreak said, clapping his hands.

"Generous, my foot. He's not running a charity." Cheese said.

"I can hear you!" one of Starstreak's stallions said. "Isn't it too hot for a beanie? Your face is like a heat wave. Your face suffocates me." he said as the henchstallions cackled.

"Then is your face the rainy season!? It's so dark and gloomy." Cheese said.

"What!? What did you just say!?" one of Starstreak's stallions said. Before he was gonna rush and beat him, Neighsay stopped him by his strong arm.

"Cut the nonsense and leave." Neighsay said, pushing the stallion back.

"How obnoxious. This doesn't involve you. Stop trying to act cool." Starstreak said.

"How do we negotiate with you?" Soarin said, raising his wing.

"Soarin?"

"We should at least discuss it." Soarin said.

"Come to my office with your seal, and we'll get it all sorted out at once." Starstreak cackled.

Neighsay sighed and passed through their side, simply, with a smirk.

"Hey, Mr. Trottinghamian Lawyer." Starstreak said. This caused Neighsay to pause. "What did you do to Mr. Opulence that he's acting all scared?"

"What's it to you?" Neighsay said.

"You little bastard!" one of his henchstallions said. "Your bluffing is on another level!"

"Shut up. Adults are trying to talk here." Starstreak said.

"He's being way obnoxious. I couldn't help it." Starstreak's henchstallion said. "I'm sorry."

Starstreak then turned to Neighsay. "Listen carefully."

Neighsay then turned to him.

"The day we demolish this place and pour our first cement, you will be under it." Starstreak said.

Neighsay then turned to the tenants then back to Starstreak, with a smirk. "Then you'll be there with me, since I enjoy creature's company." he said, giving Starstreak the tiniest little slap as he leaves.

Instead of pain, Starstreak and his henchstallions just cackled like hyenas.

"Why you..." Starstreak cackled.

Though it was the lightest slap, the tenants look amused.

"He hit him!"

"He got hit!"

"He hit him!"

"He slapped his face!"

"I swear he has a few screws loose. He's not scared of anything." Starstreak said to the tenants as he cackled. "It's all over now. I'm not this generous usually." he said as he walked towards the tenants.

"Hurry up and go!"

"Let's go."

The tenants scattered, but Soarin and Cheese were caught by Starstreak.

"All right. You first, Soarin." Starstreak said, grabbing him. "You can use your handprint as well."

"Well..."

"Let's go right away."

"What about an unofficial seal?"

"That's fine too."

Later on, Tempest went to the Wingtip Law Firm, with letter in her bag.

"Your guess was correct. It was Final Countdown the researcher of Babel, who died."

The lawyers saw Tempest and were shocked to see her.

"Tempest..."

"Tempest!" Flam called, but Tempest ignored it and continued going to Caramel's office.

As she went in to his office without a knock, Caramel turned to her.

"Hey, Tempest." Caramel said. "Weren't you coming back tomorrow?"

Tempest then grabbed the letter from her bag and slammed it into his desk. It was labeled: "LETTER OF RESIGNATION". She won't be Wingtip's top dog?

As Caramel saw those words, he turned to her in shock. "Why?"

"Mr. Final Countdown, the researcher, and my father passed away. Was it a coincidence?" Tempest said.

"What do you mean?" Caramel said.

"Did Babel Pharmaceuticals scheme this along with Wingtip? Without my knowing." Tempest said. When she went to the word "without", her smiling face turned into a serious one.

"I know you're not really yourself right now, but such a conjecture is inexcusable." Caramel said. "Come back first."

"Please process my resignation!" Tempest said.

"Come on, Tempest, what's with you!?" Caramel yelled.

"Let her do what she wants. Let her resign." Harshwhinny said, entering the room. "There's no use keeping a hound that bites the hand that feeds." Harshwhinny said, putting some documents in Caramel's table.

"There are no bad dogs to begin with. It's mostly their owners' fault." Tempest said.

"Be honest. You planned to double-cross us, but things are awry, right?" Harshwhinny said.

Instead of a guilty face, Tempest just laughed wickedly.

"That's such a lousy story you have." Tempest chuckled.

"I was going easy on you until now, since we were a family." Harshwhinny said. "But not anyomore."

"Thank you for the encouragement." Tempest said. As she left, Caramel stood up.

"Tempest! Are you seriously leaving!? You have to return everything!" Caramel said. "Your car keys, and what about your studio apartment?"

Tempest then angrily walked up to him and slammed her car keys in his table. "Here are my car keys. I'll give you my house key after I move out." she said as she trotted off.

"Tempest..."

"Know your place." Harshwhinny said. This caused Tempest to stand still.

Harshwhinny then approached in front of Tempest and grabbed her neck. "I don't even have to lift a hand to snap your neck like a twig."

Tempest then grabbed her hand and dragged it away from her neck. "Thank you for motivating me." Tempest said, quickly trotting off. Harshwhinny just looked at her with a grin on her face.

Tempest went to her office and grabbed a box, packing up her stuff around her office. Flam then ran up to her.

"This isn't right! Hey, you're overreacting. This isn't right." Flam said.

"You're being awfully casual today." Tempest said. She walked off but Flam managed to stop her.

"That's not the issue here. Tempest!" Flam said. "No. I won't let you go." he said, streching his fore hooves, blocking the way. Tempest chuckled.

"Tell the boss..." he said, grabbing the box from her hands, and putting it in the table. "...that you made a mistake because you were grieving. And beg." he said, kneeling and his hands pressed together in front of Tempest. "Canterlites forgive you when they beg, right?"

Tempest then held his hands. "If you're too out of the line, even begging doesn't work." she said, getting the box.

"No. Still, don't go." Flam said, grabbing the box. "I'll help you with everything!" he said, raising the box with his hands, and Tempest tried to grab it.

"I..." Flam said. "I can be your spy. Like James Bond."

"Flam." Tempest responded.

"Tempest." Flam replied.

They were looking at each other for seconds. Flam did thought it was something, but Tempest immediately got the box.

"You're like glue. Move. I need to move out of my house." Tempest said, trying to push him, and leaving with the box. But Flam still blocks her way.

"No." Flam said. "Tempest. If you leave like this, I'll never see you again. Never." he said. He then stretched his arms really wide, as if he's really getting hugged. Tempest went towards his side, and limbos underneath his arms and went out of the door. That's one flexible mare.

"Tempest!" Flam shouted. "It's over for us! Over!" he angrily said.

Despite his protests, mostly to himself, he helps her move out of her Wingtip-owned studio. Tempest was in the front seat, while Flam was in an unamused face in the back of the truck, hugging a huge bag since he was in a huge pile of bags.

Both Tempest and Flam got out of the truck, and Tempest got the keys and unlocked the gate. As she entered she stood in front of the big studio apartment. Then, Flam came out and saw her. Did she need to do this?

Meanwhile, Neighsay had the radio on, listening to the news of Babel's drug approval, while drinking a glass of wine.

"The public has shown great interest in Babel Pharmaceuticals' new drug, RDU-90. Thanks to its lasting effects and the lack of side effects, it was known to be an innovative drug since it was under clinical trial. After learning about its upcoming release, many countries such as Amarica and Maremany have shown interest. Babel Pharmaceuticals is willing to do any thing with open arms, if it's pertaining to the creatures' health."

Neighsay scoffed as he went to the table and poured some wine in his empty glass and slowly sipped it.

"During the testing period, the company was involved in a lawsuit. However, after the illegal activities of the righteous civial rights lawyer were exposed, the manufacturing of RDU-90 was resumed once again. Through this incident, we were able to see clearly who was in the wrong."

After hearing the report slandering Caballeron, Neighsay's anger rose up, and he furiously throws his wine glass to the radio, turning it off and the glass breaks into tiny pieces.

He quickly went to the accident scene, and he passed by the Do-not-cross line. The sound of his shoes stepping in the shattered glass produced. He looked around, as he was Caballeron's blood in the floor, and Neighsay also saw his own blood. He summarize the scene in his thoughts. Everything happening in the scene.

The supply truck hits the entrance, which sent Caballeron and Neighsay landing on the floor brutally, and whoever drove that might be a drunk person or someone who brutally wanted to kill them both.

"How dare you...How..." he said in his thoughts in Italian.

He then kneeled in front of the blood, and called someone in his phone. "I need to ask you a favor. I keep asking you for favors."

"Goodness, don't say that." Blueblood said on the phone. "If it wasn't for you, I would have been compost in a vineyard in Trottingham. Tell me what you need."

Meanwhile, Flim walked into his bedroom. He removed his coat jacket and carried it. When he looked at his bed, he stood there frozen in terror. There was a big lump in his bed. Despite his trembling chest, Flim slowly grabbed the blanket and seeing what's unde rit, he immediately panicked and and screamed.

"Damn it! What the hell is that!?" Flim screamed.

It was a pillow, but it wasn't any normal pillow. There were many syringes poked into the pillow, and there was red liquid in it, staining his mattress.

The next day, after Harshwhinny and Caramel heard the news, they were shocked.

"Who the hell could've done that?" Harshwhinny said.

"What is certain is that it wasn't the work of some small fry." Caramel said.

"I agree." Harshwhinny said. "It's Chairman Farnum's house for Pete's sake! It's not easy to break into his room with the security system and the guards!"

Caramel then respnded. "I really don't know any opponent of ours who'd hire such experts."

"What are you doing here?" Harshwhinny turned to Flam, who was sitting in Caramel's seat.

"What?"

"Sorry."

"Oh, I'm formatting and reinstalling." Flam responded.

"The computer was damaged by a virus." Caramel said.

"Why not call the tech team?" Harshwhinny said.

"He's not good at his job, but quite tech-savvy." Caramel said.

"Right." Flam chuckled.

"Get it done and leave already!" Caramel said.

"Okay, boss." Flam nodded and went back to the business.

"My goodness." Caramel said, going back to the topic. "We nees to give Chairman Farnum something if we want to placate him."

Harshwhinny kept thinking then something came to her mind. She then smacked her hands. "How about her for the time being?"

"Who?"

"Someone who has a motive." Harshwhinny said.

Caramel might be thinking of the same thing. "Her!? Come on, that's not right. How could you?! God, you're really evil."

Later on, they called Flim and told him their beliefs.

"We believe Ms. Tempest Shadow is the most ideal suspect." Caramel responded in the phone.

"I knew it was that lawyer!" Flim yelled. "She's blaming my company for her father's death! Whatever. Pute her behind bars this instant."

Meanwhile, at the evening, Tempest was sitting in Caballeron's table alone with a plate and a glass in front of her. There was also a magazine, with Flim's picture on the page.

"All right. Keep smiling." Tempest said, getting a stick with sauce dip and drawing it in Flim's eyes as if they were tears. "Pretty soon, you'll be shedding tears of blood.". She then got her glass and made a spiral movement above his picture like a ritual and she immediately drank her glass. She filled her empty glass again and turned to a picture of her father.

"Dad." she responded. "I don't think I can be a wonderful lawyer like you. But, instead, I'll be one hell of a tenacious lawyer." she said, drinking her glass in one chug.

The next day, Grubber, Tempest and the tenants gathered in front of the Lawist Law Firm.

"I hope we get along." she said to one tenant.

"I hope we get along." Tempest said, passing the Lawist card to Joe.

"Hello." Joe responded in Italian.

She moved to the dry cleaner. "Sir, I hope we get along."

She then proceeded with the piano player. "I hope we get along. You're so beautiful."

The tenants of the other side looked confused.

Tempest moved to the next tenant. "I hope we get along."

"Okay." Cheese's wife responded.

"You're also beautiful." Tempest said.

Tempest then walked in front of the Lawist Law Firm's entrance, greeting Grubber.

"Law Firm Lawist has come back to life!" Tempest said streching her front hooves in glee.

No tenant responded, but Grubber was the only one clapping.

"Feel free to ask me to help." Tempest said.

"Does this mean we'll resume what we've been working on?" Cheese said.

"Yes. I will continue my dad's work regarding the lawsuit related to this building's tenants." Tempest said.

"Then what about Mr. Cassano?" the piano player said.

"Forget about him. He can do whatever he likes." the snack bar owner said. "We have her now. I hope we get along." she chuckled at Tempest. "Congratulations!"

Then the tenants started clapping at Tempest.

"In any case, I'll help you guys from now on."

"Word has it that you were working in opposition to your father." the dry cleaner said.

"That's all in the past. I've been born again!" Tempest said. "I will fight against corruption and injustice while obeying the rules. With warmth and benevolence! I will embrace you--"

"Ms. Tempest Shadow." a stallion responded, walking in the hallway beside Tempest.

"Hello, sir. How may I help you?" Tempest said.

"You're under arrest for trespassing and blackmail." he said, showing his police I.D..

"Let's make this easy." another stallion said, holding handcuffs.

"What do you mean!?" Tempest jumped.

"Stay still."

"Ms. Tempest!"

"What are you doing!?" Tempest said.

"Come on."

"Don't make a scene."

"No!" Tempest shouted.

"Stop."

Later on, they went on investigation.

"I've been home since 7 p.m. last night." Tempest said.

"For now, we can't verify that you went home and stayed there." the stallion said.

"Then check my phone's location during the time of incident. Then you'll be able to verify that." Tempest said.

"You could've left your phone at home and gone out." he said.

Tempest then placed an innocent smile on her face. "Are you saying I singlehandedly penetrated Chairman Farnum's security, broke into his bedroom, and put 50 syringes in his pillow? Do you think I'm Black Widow?"

Later on, Grubber went to Neighsay's house unit and told him everything.

"She was arrested?" Neighsay said.

"Yes." Grubber said. "They suddenly came and took her."

"Did she break into someone's house and threatened them?" Neighsay said.

"She did." Grubber said. Grubber's eyes then widened in shock. "How did you know that?"

"I didn't. I was just guessing." Neighsay said. He's really hiding something...

"I can't get her out. So, if you could help." Grubber said.

"She's competent enough to get out there before evening. Don't worry." Neighsay said. As he closes the door, Grubber dragged the door, using his hedgehog strength to pull.

"Wait, sir!" Grubber said. "We'd appreciate a bit of help! Please?!"

As Neighsay tried to pull his door close, he responded: "I...I have an opera to watch." he weakly said, trying to get Grubber's claws out of the door.

"What? An opera?" Grubber said.

Neighsay then succeeded closing the door, leaving Grubber behind. Grubber then banged on the door.

Neighsay was in the dark room with his TV open, and he always, was drinking a glass of wine.

"I don't need to worry about her. She'll get out on her own."

When he heard the the man singing in the lyrics "AM I EVIL" Neighsay thought...

"If I am indeed evil, it's because...of you." he said in though in Italian.

Then the next day, Tempest wasn't out. Neighsay laid down in the floor, fiddling with his lighter.

"I called the police station and things aren't looking good."

"Why can't she get out of there?" Neighsay said. "Jeez."

Then, there were two birds making some noise in his balcony. Neighsay then got up furiously, turning to the birds.

"Come on!" Neighsay yelled. "Can you please be quiet? Please?"

Meanwhile, Tempest was lying her head on the table, sleeping.

"Her records are clean, and her alibi checks out." a police officer said. "Her second-floor neighbor confirmed seeing her through the window."

"This is driving me crazy." another police said. "Wingtip already paid us. First, let's order some breakfast for her."

"Okay."

Flam got inside of the police station, looking for Tempest. He found her on the same spot. Lying her head on the table, with her eyes shut closed. He went to her area, and slowly patted her back.

"Tempest." Flam spoke.

"What?" Tempest responded. As she opened her eyes, she saw the recognizable face. "Hey."

"You should've called sooner. Wasn't I your only hope?" Flam said.

"No, you were the 57th pony I called." Tempest yawned.

"What?" Flam said.

The police officer came in, and saw Flam beside the "culprit".

"Who are you?" the police spoke.

"I'm from Law Firm Wingtip." Flam responded. "I'm Lawyer Flam."

"Why did you come here, sir?"

"I'll sue you if you've broken any rules..." Flam said, pointing his finger on him. "...while investigating."

"Stop embarrassing me." Tempest said.

"Show me the evidence. Do you have any proof? You don't, right!? Right!?" Flam said with a furious face.

"That's enough." Tempest said.

"So why is she still here?" Flam said. "I want to see your commanding officer. This instant. Right now!"

"You should know better than to throw a tantrum like this!" the police said.

""A tantrum""?" Flam said. He then turnes to Tempest. "Did he just curse at me?"

Tempest then whispered: "Yes, he did. He pretty much said, "You're a son of a..."

Flam the turned to the police. "How dare you!? You son of a...!"

"Here's your proof." a familiar voice said. Every police officer turned to the pony. Flam and Tempest did the same thing, and Tempest saw the familiar stallion. It was Neighsay.

"This is a CCTV footage take from a convenience store in front of her house." Neighsay spoke, holding a USB, and walking over to Tempest's spot. "It shows that she came home from work at 6:27 p.m. two nights ago and stayed home until 8:12 a.m. yesterday morning."

"And who are you?" the police said.

"I'm a lawyer and her legal representative." Neighsay said. Flam eyes then widened in confusuion.

"What's gotten into him?" Tempest said.

"Now, show me an irrefutable proof that she had an accomplice." Neighsay said.

The police then turned to each other.

"If you don't have anything, she has every right to be released." Neighsay said.

"I was going to get you out of here, right?" Flam said. Tempest then just shrugged him off.

"Do you have any proof?" Neighsay turned to the police. "Do you!?"

The police then started to fear Neighsay. Neighsay then slammed the USB in the desk, and immediately went away, but didn't leave the station.

"Gosh, I knew it." Tempest said, as she stood up in front of the police, and removing her jacket, as it fall down to the floor. Flam saw her jacket in the floor and immediately got it. "I'm hungry now that I feel better! Order me some food before I go!"

"Who ordered the hayburgers in BurgerCanterlot?" a delivery pony spoke.

"Here!" the police said. The deliver pony came to him and gave him the bag.

He got the burger and gave it to Tempest. "Please calm down...and have some food."

"You should've ordered some daffodil sandwiches." Tempest said. "Did you only bring one ketchup?"

"Enhoy your meal." the delivery pony said, leaving the station.

Tempest took out one burger, and gave it to Flam. Flam was confused but took it from her hands anyways. She then got another for herself.

"Thanks." Flam said.

Neighsay then turned around and looked at Tempest.

"I was going to have that." one police said.

"Never mind, go ahead." another said.

"Order some more burgers."

"Isn't it to greasy?"

"No."

Neighsay then snapped out and pushed the door, exiting the station.

Some time later, Tempest and Flam were finally out of the police station.

"I just can't have fries without ketchup." Tempest said. "It's so greasy."

"Why didn't I think of that convenience store?" Flam said. "Stupid, you know? It's like 24 hours, so they always have their--"

While Flam was speaking, Tempest rushed to Neighsay, who was talking on the phone.

"Yes, we're done here." Neighsay said on the phone while looking at Tempest awkwardly. Tempest was trying to make eye contact with him, but he turns around, dodging her glance. "Okay, I'll leave as soon as I'm done here.". Tempest noticed he stopped turning, so he went in front of him. "It's fine. Yes. I'll see you later. All right."

Flam was looking at her in the distance. Neighsay turned to Tempest, who had a serious face on her.

"Tell me the truth. It was you, isn't it?" Tempest said. "You only came out of guilt because they arrested me. Right? You felt guilty!"

"What are you talking about?" Neighsay said.

Flam then walked towards them both. "Lawyer Neighsay Cassano?"

Neighsay then turned to him. "You're the first Canterlite to pronounce my name correctly."

Flam chuckled. "I used to be her assistant back in Wingtip. I'm Flam." he said, with his hand upward in front of him, and Neighsay shook hands with him.

"How do you know me?" Neighsay said.

"Ahhh. Because I did a background check on you for Tempest." Flam responded.

With that, Tempest then kicked Flam's hind legs, causing him to seeth in pain.

"I was relieved to see you have no priors." Flam said, seething and hopping on one hoof.

"I should get going." Neighsay said. Flam nodded, and Neighsay left.

"Go. I'm leaving too." Tempest said.

"What?" Flam said.

"Wait up!" Tempest shouted at Neighsay, rushing to him.

"But I just got here!" Flam shouted. "You can't just leave. Gosh, it hurts." Flam seethed, rubbing his kicked hoof. "I should get to work." he said as he rushes with his backpack.

Later on, Neighsay and Tempest went to a nearby coffee shop.

"Welcome." the mare said in the counter.

"A double-shot of espresso to have here." Neighsay said.

"Just have cool, iced Americano." Tempest said.

"In Trottingham, Americano is no better than sewage waste." Neighsay said.

"One iced sewage waste for me." Tempest said. Neighsay turned to her awkwardly.

They drank their orders outside, and Tempest turned to Neighsay, who was drinking.

"I'm the most-witted pony in Canterlot, so come clean already." Tempest said. Neighsay was just looking at his right, ignoring the words. "You must be the best at feigning ignorance. Don't you think this is a bit harsh after what you put me through!?" Tempest furiously said, throwing her straw, and just sipped her glass.

"I though you'd find your way out." Neighsay responded. Shocked with the words, Tempest spit-taked at her right, spitting her drink. At least Neighsay was in front of her and not of her right. She then coughed after. Neighsay then took at a tissue and gave it to her.

"I apologize. I'm sorry for the inconvenience." Neighsay said.

"Are you really?" Tempest said, slamming the tissue in the table. "It's as if you're apologizing for canceling my song at a karaoke!"

"I get pretty upset when someone does that to me." Neighsay said.

"Why the hell did you do it!?" Tempest said.

"Because I was furious."

"What?" Tempest said.

"That's how I operate. "An eye for an eye"." Neighsay said.

Tempest leaned forward. "Who do you think you are? Hammurabi? "An eyes for an eye," my hand. I had to suffer because of you." she said, clutching her chest.

"I'll be careful from now on." Neighsay said.

"There's more?" Tempest said as she tilted her head.

"Close down your law firm." Neighsay said.

Tempest put an innocent smile on her face and crossed her front hooves. "Who are you to tell me to do that?"

"Don't involve yourself with Wingtip or the Babel Group." Neighsay said.

"I refuse to accept a stupid advice." Tempest said. Neighsay then slowly put his coffee mug in the table.

"Do you know who called your father before he died?" Neighsay said. Tempest then turned to him with one of her eyebrows raised.

"The caller ID was RDU." Neighsay responded. "It was Mr. Final Countdown. That's when I knew...that he and your father were connected."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Tempest said in a calm voice. "That's such important information! I could've brought down Babel and--"

"Nothing will change." Neighsay said. "You may be able to prove that that Mr. Caballeron and and Mr. Final Countdown were connected. But the fact that someone intentionally killed them off? You can't prove that."

"It will take time, but it's possible if I gather the evidence." Tempest said.

Neighsay then leaned forward in the table. "You should know best...that Wingtip and Babel are invincible. Giving up on a hopeless war will give you...a new opportunity."

Tempest gently sighed at his answer and glanced at him.

At night, Tempest sat down on the couch at Caballeron's place, and sighed once more.

"Yes. If I can't do this alone, I'm sure someone will help me."

She then crossed her hind legs and put her front ones on her pillow.

"I've helped out so many creatures."

She then got her phone and called one of her clients. She called one, and it responded:

"What's this? Gosh, I'm sorry." the caller responded as the call ended.

She called another one.

"Put your faith in Celestia. She will show you the way."

She called another one, but this time, the phone responded:

"The caller you have called is unavailable, so please leave a voicemail. Your call will be charged after the beep."

Tempest seethed furiously and she called another one.

"Tempest. A rumor's been going around that you were in Harshwhinny's blacklist. Who do you think is going to help you? I don't want to cut my career short."

As the call ended, Tempest seethed more in anger.

"Gosh!" Tempest shouted, throwing her phone in the couch. Soon enough, she knew the right stallion for the job.

The next morning, Tempest and Neighsay were in the café. Tempest looked at him seriously with a cracker stick in her mouth. Neighsay got his coffee and looked at Tempest.

The first thing Neighsay said was: "What is this about?". He then took a sip of his coffee.

Tempest then put a brown portfolio labeled: "Law Firm Lawist".

Neighsay put back his coffee and took the portfolio, and slowly opened it, while looking at Tempest in confusuion. He then looked at the files and pieces of paper that were written.

"They're all similar lawsuits that I've won." Tempest spoke. "Real estate redemption for small businesses that have lost their ownership due to large companies. I did it without Wingtip's knowledge. I got a hefty sum for them." she sau
id.

Neighsay continued looking at each paper, one by one, then turned to Tempest.

"I'll help you get back Counter Plaza. I don't care why you want it, but I just know that you need it desperately. No, you need it at all costs." Tempest said. "You're the real owner, right?"

Neighsay then put back the pile of sheets in the table. "Why are you giving me this offer?"

"Let me in or whatever you're scheming." Tempest said.

"Why should I?"

"Shouldn't I be the one who's upset the most? It was my dad who died wrongfully." Tempest said.

Neighsay kept looking at her. "Even still, I can't let you. It's not something a lawyer should do."

Tempest then stopped leaning into the table and slouched in her chair. "Right now, I'm not speaking to you as a lawyer, but as Caballeron's undutiful daughter."

Neighsay and Tempest kept looking at each other for seconds, then those seconds became a moment. Neighsay broke their silence with a sigh.

"Promise me you'll quit if you cause a hindrance." Neighsay said.

"Okay!" Tempest said. "Deal!"

Neighsay then slouched and drank his coffee.

"Grab one." Tempest said, giving a small plate of cracker sticks.

"Why?"

"We clink these instead of glasses." Tempest said.

"No, thanks." Neighsay with a slight curious smile.

"Hurry up! Don't you want Counter Plaza back?" Tempest said.

Neighsay annoyingly looked at her and to the plate. Neighsay slowly grabbed one stick, and as they were about to clink, Tempest clinked them multiple times like fencing swords and made sword sounds.

"Are you ready to turn the tables on them?" Tempest said.

Later on, together, they went in prison to pay the supply truck driver a visit. They both have passes around their necks, that touched their suit, like what they always wear. As they walked, one stallion opened the door to where the prisoners were. Neighsay noticed Tempest was nervous. In a sudden her, her nervous face turned into a glaring one.

Neighsay looked at her and followed her. The police brought the prisoner in another cell, same as the ordinary, but the cell had bars and in the outside, it had tempered glass. Tempest and Neighsay looked at the prisoner with same glaring faces.

"Gosh, had those breaks not malfunctioned, he wouldn't have died and you wouldn't have gotten injured." he turned to Neighsay sarcastically. "They should do a better job assembling cars.

"You're just as insincere as you were when you were interrogated." Tempest said with a serious face.

The prisoner chuckled. "I'm here to serve my time, aren't I?"

"Isn't that because you made a circulated videos that sexually exploited minors?" Neighsay said.

"Why would you bring that up right now?" the prisoner said.

"Did they promise to reduce your sentence if you killed him and disguised it as an accident?" Neighsay said.

"What?" the prisoner sajd as if he wasn't the suspect. "That's ridiculous!"

"But then again, Wingtip could give you a sentence of two years or less...thanks to Canterlot's lousy and ludicrous sentencing guidelines." Neighsay said.

"I have no idea what you're on about! I'm going to stand trial for what I did!" the prisoner said.

Neighsay and Tempest couldn't take his nonsense. Neighsay got his notebook and banged on the cell to snap him out, and after, he slammed it back.

Neighsay leaned in the table and said: "Shut up and listen carefully. Tell me the truth from now on. If you dont, you'll die tonight just by brushing shoulders with someone."

The prisoner turned to Tempest, and she still yet didn't take off the glare. He then turned Neighsay, who has the same expression as Tempest.

"What?" the prisoner said. "Did you think I'd be intimated?"

"Who ordered you...to kill him with the truck?" Neighsay said.

The prisoner felt nervous, and kept clenching his hands and massaging his knees.

"This is your last chance." Neighsay said. "Who ordered you?"

The prisoner sat silent.

"Spill it, you asshole." Tempest said.

The prisoner still sat there silently.

Neighsay then stood up. "Let's go." he told Tempest. Tempest then turned to the prisoner and gave him one last glare. She then stood up to trot along with Neighsay.

"Wait!" the prisoner said. This caused Neighsay and Tempest to stop, and they both turned to him. The prisoner sighed as he says the name. "Mr. Truck. I don't know his full name."

Tempest and Neighsay both walked towards the prisoner. Tempest sat back down but Neighsay remained standing.

"Mr. Truck? Just him?" Neighsay said.

"There was someone who looked like his boss, but I only know his number." the prisoner said.

"What does he do?" Tempest coldly said.

"I don't know. He came to the police station where I was at and promised me that Wingtip would reduce my sentence if I did as told."

"I'm going to kill you all." Tempest said coldly.

"I'm sorry." the prisoner said. "I'm truly sorry."

"What's the number?" Neighsay said.

"Sorry?" the prisoner said. They both got their phones, and as the prisoner told them the number, Tempest immediately got the pen and wrote it down.

Neighsay went beside Tempest. He lowered his head and said in her ears: "That's enough. Let's go.". He went to the door. As he was about to speak, Tempest spoke.

"He's the one who did it." Tempest said. "But I can't do anything to him."

Neighsay then turned to both of them.

"I can't leave here empty-handed." Tempest softly said.

Neighsay then thought of something. He immediately closed the door and went to the prisoner. He suddenly banged a hand at his cell and out of the blue, he went psycho. He suddenly got Tempest's overreacting, but in his way.

"Mr. Zoom!" Neighsay shouted in a psycho way. "Thank you so much for your cooperation! I'm very relieved to hear that you'll side with us!" he continued as he banged on the cell.

"What are you doing!?" Silver Zoom said. Suddenly, an officer barged into his cell.

"We'll re-investigate the incident according to your testimony and get to the bottom of this!" he shouted.

"Why are you doing this!?" he said as he turned to the officer. "That's not true! He's lying!"

"Mr. Zoom!" Neighsay shouted. The prisoner nervously turned to Neighsay. "Your sense of justice will prevail! Thank you so much!" he continued.

"What!?" Silver Zoom said.

"Let's go." Neighsay said to Tempest. As they both walked to the door, Neighsay put his hand in Tempest's back.

"Wait!" Silver Zoom said.

"Thank you!" Neighsay shouted one more time, as he and Tempest both walked off.

"Wait! Hey!" Silver Zoom shouted. He was too late. Both Tempest and Neighsay were gone. "Damn it!"

Later on, Tempest and Neighsay's passes were both removed. One police officer opened the door to the exit. As Tempest and Neighsay both passed out of the prison, Tempest spoke as they trot.

"Is this how lawyers in Trottingham get their jobs done?" Tempest said.

"There are more heinous criminals there than here." Neighsay answered.

"Hmmm~. I'm very satisfied right now. I think we have great teamwork as well." Tempest said.

"You didn't chip in at all." Neighsay said.

"What do you mean!?" Tempest said as she turned to Neighsay. "I stayed emotional and maintained the tension."

"I said all the lines." Neighsay said as she turned to her.

"Talking is important, but setting the mood is also important. How could you not know that?" Tempest added as she clicked her tongue. "Anyways, I loved the noir vibe as well."

"That wasn't even a tip on the iceberg." Neighsay said.

Tempest suddenly stopped trotting with Neighsay. "Don't tell me...you'll shoot someone."

"You can't own guns in Canterlot. That won't happen." Neighsay said.

"Good. We're not filming movie." Tempest said. "Let's go find Mr. Truck." she said as she trotted off. For the first time, Neighsay then smiled on how she took this task seriously. He then rushed to her and continued trotting.

Meanwhile, Harshwhinny was in the phone at her office.

"What do you mean? An unexpected situation?" Harshwhinny said.

"Yes. It looks like the truck driver is going to jump ship." a stallion said.

"Elaborate." Harshwhinny said.

"Tempest Shadow and that Trottinghamian lawyer stopped by. It seems like they were colluding." he said.

"Damn it!" Harshwhinny said. She ended the call, slammed her phone into the desk, and slouched in her chair as she wat annoyed.

Meanwhile at night, a group of prisoners, along with Silver Zoom, pollowed the officers. Out of the blue, Silver Zoom hardly brushed shoulders with one prisoner. The prisoner turned to Silver Zoom with an angry psycho face.

"I'm sorry." Silver Zoom said.

The prisoner then grabbed him by the shoulder. "Sorry doesn't cut it. You've dislocated my shoulder."

Silver Zoom then remembered Neighsay's words.

"You'll die tonight...just by brushing shoulders with someone."

"How dare you ignore me when I'm talking?" the prisoner said.

Suddenly, the prisoner punched Silver Zoom in the face, and it caused Silver Zoom to lose balance. He leaned to a wall while the prisoner's gang gathered to harm. One kicked him in the face, and the rest did the same moves.

"Get him!"

"Come here!"

The officer were glaring and watching them from a distance. They blowed their whistles and the alarm went off.

"Run!"

"Run! Hurry!"

As the gang left, Silver Zoom was left behind, choking, coughing, and spitting a lot of blood. His blood left the floor stained.

Tempest heard about the situation via phone call. "Okay. I see. Thank you for telling me."

As she ended the phone call, she sighed and slowly turned to Neighsay. Neighsay was watching her during the call while he was drinking coffee. Neighsay watched her as she walked towards him in the table.

"Silver Zoom...got himself into a fight and was stabbed to death." Tempest said.

Neighsay was shocked with the words, and he slowly did the sign of the cross. His hands started to his forehead, then to the bottom of his chest, and in the sides of his shoulders.

"Are you glad?" Neighsay asked, as he sipped his coffee.

Tempest sighed and turned away from him.

"It's annoying, and I feel like shit." Tempest said, as she turned back to Neighsay. "This isn't what I imagined."

"You can quit now if you want." Neighsay said.

"No." Tempest said. "I stand by my decision." she said. She slowly walked towards Neighsay. "Let's promise one thing."

Neighsay then nodded and put back his coffee mug.

"We'll do whatever it takes, but let's not do anything that takes creatures' lives." Tempest said.

Neighsay then looked at her with slight reflecting eyes and a slight smile. Tempest looked at him seriously, waiting for his response. Neighsay kept looking at her as he sipped his coffee. Instead, he got his phone.

"Mr. Truck's full name is Hayseed Turnip Truck. I've located his whereabouts. See you." Neighsay said, as he got his coat's jacket.

"Let me come with you." Tempest said.

"Stay here. He may be dangerous." Neighsay said.

"Victory and quantity go hand in hand. There's no harm in me coming." Tempest said as she walk towards him.

"Sir." a familiar voice said.

Tempest screamed in shock, as she turned to the voice, while Neighsay turned to him like he heard nothing.

They saw a small table with small bottles of alchohol, and suddenly, a figure rosed his body up, revealing a drunk Grubber.

"Let me come with you." Grubber said.

Tempest sighed as she saw Grubber.

"I've finally learned about your plan." Grubber said, rubbing his eyes.

Neighsay and Tempest turned to him.

"What are you doing here!?" Tempest said.

"I drank during the day and fell asleep here. You two woke me up." Grubber responded.

"You heard everything!?" Tempest said.

"Yes, but I didn't mean to eavesdrop." Grubber said. "Anyway, I'd like to avenge Mr. Caballeron. I'll do anything." he said.

Neighsay and Tempest looked at him in confusuion.

Grubber then tried to stand up. He then walked to a cabinet l and opened it. He then grabbed a bag.

"I've kept my skills hidden for a long time." Grubber said with a serious look. "Just tell me if you need them."

Neighsay and Tempest stood next to each other and looked at Grubber with shocked and confused faces.

"Skills?" Tempest responded.

Later on, the trio found Mr. Truck in a gambling hall. Neighsay watched him carefully in the distance. He put coffee powder in his mug, and warm water. He stirred it carefully as he watched him. He saw Mr. Truck going to the bathroom.

At the bathroom, Grubber walked out, and Neighsay walked in. He then walked towards a mirror and fixed his necktie. He ended up seeing Hayseed.

"When you make dirty money, you're bound to lose then gambling." Neighsay responded.

Hayseed then turned to him. "Hey. Were you talking to me?"

Neighsay then turned back to Hayseed.

"You're the only one here who abetted murder." Neighsay said.

Hayseed then slowly got something from his pocket. A taser.

"Who are you?" Hayseed said.

Neighsay then got a clothing hanger nearby. "I hate to admit it, but I'm someone who needs you."

Hayseed then ran towards him with the taser. Neighsay managed to dodge his attack. He chokes and renders him with the coat hanger. He then pushed him in the bathroom's corner, and all over. Neighsay tries to hold him tight, but Hayseed was like a wild animal.

Neighsay then pushed him to one side of the bathroom. He held the hanger even tighter and Hayseed slowly became unconscious and fell to the ground.

Tempest and Grubber walked in and Grubber was holding a broom in his claws.

"Ahh, what!?" Grubber said, looking at the floor. "The floor is filthy! My claws will get dirty moving him."

Tempest looked at the floor in disgust. "You two take care of this."

"Please hold his arms and I'll hold his legs." Grubber told Neighsay.

Neighsay went to a sink and washed his hands. "I don't think I've recovered fully from my head injury." he said, stroking his mane as he looked in the mirror.

"Right, you need to recuperate." Grubber said, holding Hayseed's hind hooves.

Neighsay then left, and Tempest followed him. Grubber was left alone with Hayseed's body. Grubber then sat there in disappointment.

Later on, a stallion came out of a restaurant. Suddenly, he got a call.

"Yes?"

"Hello, sir. You should come here right now." Hayseed said.

"What's wrong?"

"The prison guard who tipped us off is demanding more money. I've tried talking to him, but he just won't listen."

"Damn it. Where are you right now?"

The stallion then drove to his location. He got off his car and looked through the car window. The car window then opened, revealing the stallion he called.

"Hey, where's that guard?"

"We're in huge trouble."

"What do you mean!?"

Hayseed looked at the small but creepy figure behind the other, and the stallion saw his friend's hands were tied in the car wheel inside. The stallion outside of the car turned around, and suddenly, he passed out from a taser in his neck. And it was Grubber. Tempest and Neighsay also went to Grubber and stared at the body. Grubber and Tempest looked at the body nervously.

"He's not dead, is he?" Tempest said.

Neighsay then leaned closer. "His stomach is moving."

Tempest then exhaled in relief. "He has a bit of abdominal fat."

Grubber then shrieked when the taser suddenly turned on. This made Tempest shrieked as well, and she fell down in fear. Tempest stood back up.

"Come on!" Tempest said, punching Grubber's back.

The stallion who passed out was tied into a chair in the middle of an abandoned building. As soon as he woke up, Neighsay's hand wringed his neck along with a gun in his hand.

"This is a Roanssian pistol. Tokarev TT-33." Neighsay said. "Neither the military nor the NIS uses this model. So how did a civilian obtain this gun?" he said as he cocks the gun. "Then again, you both served in the military's intelligence division. It must be a cakewalk to obtain a gun illegally." he said as he and Tempest circled around one tied stallion, and Tempest was carrying a shovel. "Hurry up and answer me. Who ordered you to kill Mr. Caballeron and Mr. Countdown?" he said to the Hayseed, who was also tied. Hayseed just shooked his head. He then turned away from him.

"I hate wasting time as I hate...uncooked macaroni." Neighsay said.

"If you refuse to spill, you'll end up just like Silver Zoom did!" Tempest shouted in Canterlot voice.

"Nod your head if you're willing to talk..." Neighsay said, cocking the gun once more. "...and I'll spare you."

But the stallion shooked his head like the other.

"If you don't talk, I'll ram this into your head!" Tempest shouted, swinging the shovel. "Talk!"

At that moment, Neighsay fired the pistol into the floor, making the stallions and Tempest at surprise. All of them looked at Neighsay in shock.

He then pointed the gun in the stallion's knee. "This is your last chance." he said, as he looked up at the stallion's face. "Who was it?"

The stallion kept shooking his head.

"Tell us! Hurry!" Tempest shouted worriedly.

Then, when Tempest turned to Neighsay, she saw him slowly lifting the gun into the stallion's head.

"Sir. Be careful...with that gun." Tempest said with a worried voice.

Neighsay then turned to Tempest and gazed at her with a cold look.

"You have to talk now! This isn't a joke! Hurry!" Tempest shouted.

Before the two tied stallions would say a word, Neighsay then pointed the gun at Hayseed and he pulled the trigger as the bullet went aiming the chest. Tempest covered her ears at the sound, and the other stallion was shocked. Tempest turned to Neighsay in complete shock. The stallion the looked at him with shocked eyes.

"Did you think I wouldn't shoot?" Neighsay said. "A gun is a murder weapon."

"Why did you do that!?" Tempest said in a concerned voice. "We agreed not to kill anyone!"

Neighsay then turned to Tempest.

"What if...he tells everyone about this?" Tempest said.

Neighsay then looked at the stallion then turned to Tempest. He walked towards her as he cocks the gun.

"In that case, we should kill him." Neighsay said, immediately pointing the gun at Hayseed's boss.

The stallion began to panic. And there...was a gunshot.

Meanwhile that night, Harshwhinny was dancing Zumba through her ear pods in the laundromat. She didn't notice a pony coming in with a basket of clothes. The pony immediately left. When Harshwhinny turned around, she found the basket in the table. She then walked towards the basket curiously.

As she removed the clean cloth over the basket, she gasped as she saw bloody clothes. She then checked her phone and a notification was labeled "RESTRICTED NUMBER". When she saw the message, she saw photos of Hayseed and his boss shot. She looked at the clothes and they were the same ones on the picture.

"Who the hell..."

Before she could complete her sentence, the power of the laundromat then stopped functioning. Harshwhinny kept banging on the laundromat's exit. She then got a call from the restricted number.

"Yes?"

"There's only one way ponies are born, but there are countless ways to die." Neighsay spoke, as he looked at a jenga tower in front of him in a desk.

"Who are you?" Harshwhinny said. "Do you even know who I am!?"

"Ms. Harshwhinny, I wonder which may would suit you the best." Neighsay said.

"Who the hell are you!?" Harshwhinny said.

"Someone you should fear." Neighsay said.

Harshwhinny then noticed an active supply truck parked near the laundromat. Harshwhinny's heart started to beat fast.

"It looks familiar, doesn't it?" Neighsay responded. Neighsay's location was near the laundromat, but his was a floor or two, higher than the laundromat.

"Why are you doing this? At least tell me the reason." Harshwhinny said.

"The owners of those bloody clothes told me that you ordered them to kill Mr. Caballeron and Mr. Countdown." Neighsay said as he picked a piece of the jenga tower.

"That's ludicrous." Harshwhinny said. "Who'd believe them?"

"I don't care about what creatures believe." Neighsay said. "All that matters is that I do."

"It really has nothing to do with me!" Harshwhinny said. Suddenly, the supply truck started making motor noises.

"I'm a patient stallion, but I'm afraid I can't say the same for that driver." Neighsay said. As he tried to pick another piece of the jenga tower, it fell into pieces. At the same time, the supply truck activated and drove directly into the laundromat. Before it could happen like the accident about a week ago, Harshwhinny screamed.

"What do you want from me!?" Harshwhinny shouted. At that moment, the supply truck stopped.

"Why is negotiating so difficult?" Neighsay said.

"What do you want?" Harshwhinny said in a nervous voice.

"Restire your victim Mr. Caballeron's honor and those of the late test subjects by tomorrow." Neighsay said. "To do that, you'll have to come clean about what you did first."

Harshwhinny scoffed. "Just kill me instead."

"Restoring their honor matters much more than your worthless lives." Neighsay said.

"Do you think I'll listen to you?" Harshwhinny said.

Neighsay then leaned against the table. "That's up to you. But you should remember that freedom comes with a prize." he said as he ended the call.

As the call was ended, the supply truck came back from where it started. Then it drove to the entrance of laundromat, and Harshwhinny screamed. The supply truck the drove the other way and it didn't crash into any place. Harshwhinny then slowly walked into the exit and checked the surroundings.

"That darn punk..." Harshwhinny said. "You better stay well hidden. The moment I find you, you're as good as dead."

Later on, Neighsay watched the sunrise above the building, while he was fiddling with his lighter.

Many hours later, at night, the supply truck and a car drove to the Babel Pharmaceuticals' Supply Warehouse.

The workers inside were doing some business about the new drug.

"Store today's RDU-90 raw materials at 7C." a worker said.

"Yes, I've read the manual." another worker said.

Suddenly, a group of creatures came in with masks, and protective suits.

"What is this?" the worker said.

"We're here to disinfect the area."

"Gosh, has it already been that long?" the worker said. "Vacate the room."

"Okay."

"Vacate the premises for disinfection."

"Okay."

"Okay."

As soon as the workers left, the group started disinfecting the area. Every single corner of the warehouse was disinfected, and never left a spot. Soon, they opened the storage of the raw materials for the drug. The masked group then got out and went in the car. Two masked and covered creatures appeared and opened the supply truck. One was a tall, lanky pony, standing on two hooves and the other was shorter, and reaches shoulder length.

They both wear black jackets, black caps, black shoes and black facemasks. A lot got in the car, but one was driving in the front along with the two masked ones at the truck. The masked one on the right then opened a lighter and started fiddling it. The two masked men were revealed to be Neighsay and Grubber. The white masked mare between them removed her hood and mask, and came out a long, think, hot rose pink mohawk.

It was Tempest.

"Gosh, it was scorching hot!" Tempest said, stroking her mohawk.

Seconds later, Neighsay turned on his lighter, and then a few more seconds, he drops it to the ground, and the place immediately got on fire.

Ka. Boom.

He looked at the burning trail of fire going in the warehouse, and so did Tempest. The supply truck immediately left with Grubber driving, leaving the place in flames. When the fire reached the raw materials storage, the area went immediately on fire when it exploded. The exit opened, and the supply truck, the car, and trio got out with mischievous smirks in their faces.

"There's a fire!"

"Call 911!"

"Hurry!"

"Get out of there!"

"Put out the fire!"

"Hurry up and call 911!"

Neighsay looked at the the yelling creatures, and put his eyes back on the road.

In flashback...

The trio looked down at Hayseed's body. Grubber gave his body lift. Suddenly, Hayseed woke up.

"Do you mind giving a hoof?" Grubber said.

Neighsay and Tempest looked at each other, and Tempest gestured to Neighsay that he should help Grubber. Neighsay clicked his tongue and got down.

"One, two..."

In three seconds, Hayseed was back up. Grubber then removed something from Hayseed's coat.

"You were almost late. You should've pulled him faster!" Tempest said.

"It's not easy to grab on a piano string!" Grubber said.

"Grubber's former profession paid off." Tempest said. "Who, knew he used to be a special effects makeup artist?"

Neighsay nodded as he turned to Hayseed. Grubber got to the ground and cleaned the materials he used for the death effects. Neighsay turned to Hayseed and harshly pulled out the tape covering his mouth, causing him to seeth and gasp in pain. Neighsay then knelt down and looked at Hayseed.

"I'll spare you, but you have to do as I say from now on." Neighsay said.

"Okay." Hayseed said.

"We need information on Babel Pharmaceuticalss Supply Warehouse." Neighsay said.

Present...

The other masked creatures were revealed to be lawyers in the Lawist Law Firm. One remembered Caballeron's words, the time they lost a case, and their last straw's death.

"It's not hard at all. I have knack for turning tables. Please trust me on this. I can win this."

Neighsay and Grubber then took of their black masks, and went back to driving.

Soon, Flim drove to the flaming warehouse.

"Sir! We're in trouble! There's been a fire at our warehouse!" Flim said. Wait, so Flim isn't the actual Babel CEO?

"Move it!"

"Hey!"

"Watch out!"

"Over here!"

"What are you doing?"

Flim got out of his car and looked at the warehouse in shock.

"You should get out of here, sir! There may be toxic gases!" a worker told Flim.

"Did you call 911?" Flim said.

"They're on there way!"

"What!? What about the sprinklers!? Why is the fire spreading so much!?"

"Well..."

An hour ago, two masked creatures came in the system and turned off the sprinklers.

At present, there was a sudden explosion, which left the workers and Flim shocked.

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Let's get out of here!"

"Let's go!"

Another explosion occured, and it was wolder than the previous, that it made Flim trip. When Flim tried to stand up, another car drove by. The car door opened l, and out came out the real CEO but...

It was a blurry figure at first, but in Flim's vision saw the clear figure. Somepony with the same colors as Flim. It was Flam. He is the real CEO of Babel and he doesn't look happy.

"Sir." Flim said.

Flam looked at the warehouse in anger.

"I saw this coming!" Flim said. "I'm certain that the bastards who broke into my room did this! Damn it! I'll catch them myself and make them kneel before you!"

"Shut up." Flam said.

The supply truck and car drove in the mountains near the warehouse. the trio watched the warehouse burn.

"Wow. That's incredible." Tempest said. Neighsay turned to her with a slight smile. The lawyers watched it in amazement and their driver honked in happiness.

"Goodbye!" The lawyer shouted, looking at the ware house.

There was this one time when Caballeron said: "How could they make something like this!? I don't care if I go to prison! I want to burn them down! All of the drugs!"

Neighsay then looked over the warehouse. In Italian, Neighsay murmurs the aria, Nessum Dorma's last words. "Set, stars...At dawn, I will win...I will win...I will win..." he murmured. He then looked at the warehouse with a mischievous smirk.

Feels good to be a villain.

NEIGHSAY

Author's Note

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