NEIGHSAY

A whistle was heard, getting the attention of everyone outside.

"The heinous babel Chemicals must repent!" Cheese shouted from the megaphone.

"Repent!"

"Repent!"

The reporters quickly went to the tenants as Neighsay and Tempest continued watching.

"I can't live my life coughing up blood!" Cheese's wife shouted. "Babel Chemicals must repent! This performance shows the painful struggle of the victims, everyone!" she shouted, as Soarin started dancing, imitating one of the victims, and the monks playing music. Neighsay and Tempest raised their arms and gestured a thumbs up.

"What are those assholes doing!?" Harshwhinny said.

"Let's go." Caramel said.

"Unbelievable." Harshwhinny said.

Neighsay patted Tempest's waist, and they dropped down their arms. They then both turn to their rivals with serious faces. Harshwhinny patted her finger in her head, looking at Tempest. Tempest just slightly removed her sunglasses, stick out the tip of her tongue and winked at her. Tempest smiled as she continued walking up.

Neighsay turned to the lawyers and showed that "innocent" smile, as he followed Tempest up. Caramel, Harshwhinny and the lawyers in Wingtip just walked up going to the entrance.

Meanwhile, the judge and two stallions just went out of the elevator, going to the courthouse.

"Their dishes don't taste as good as they once did." The judge said. "Their broth is terrible! Let's go elsewhere, okay?"

"Yes, sir." a stallion said. Cheese's wife came out of nowhere.

"This is tasty. " she said, hding her drink. Without noticing, she accidentally bumped in to judge, soaking his suit. "My gosh. Goodness. I'm so sorry!" she said, rubbing his face.

"Come on!"

"You're all drenched! I lost my contact lenses!" Cheese's wife said.

"Damn it!"

"Hold on. You got some here."

"Watch where you're going!" the judge yelled.

"I'm truly sorry! Let me pay for the laundry!" Cheese's wife said.

"Forget it!" the judge yelled.

"Okay..." Cheese's wife said.

"Damn it."

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. Did you leave?" Cheese's wife said.

When they were in the courthouse, Harshwhinny, Caramel, and the judge eventually bumped into each other in the hallway.

"You can't see the judge before trial." the judge chuckled.

"I still had to say hi to you, sir." Caramel said.

"Did you quit so you could work with him?" the judge said.

"He said he'd treat me well." Harshwhinny said.

"You should do the same for me." the judge said. "I always clean up after Babel Group's trials."

"I promise to repay you and our association handsomely." Caramel said.

"Do that under the table, okay?" the judge said.

"Do it secretly."

They said as they chuckled.

"Yes, sir. Please help us out today, as always." Caramel said. "Secretly, that is."

"Well, I don't think today's trial will be that hard." the judge said. "The plaintiff's evidence is not concrete at all. Anyway, I hope your first trial as a lawyer goes well."

"I hope so too." Harshwhinny said. "Thank you, sir."

At the courtroom, there was a loud chatter. It was strange that water was leaking from the room's ceiling. Flam, Caramel and Harshwhinny entered the the door, already with the chatter.

"What? What's going on?" Caramel said.

"Water has been leaking from the ceiling and the walls. We're looking into it." a stallion said.

"Then move us to another room." Caramel said.

"All the rooms are occupied." the stallion said. "I'm sorry, sir."

"I guess this building was poorly constructed." Caramel said. "Who the hell built it anyway?"

"Babel E&C." Flam said.

"What?"

"To be exact, it's Haenum E&C. It's their former name. They have it engraved out here. This is nothing." Harshwhinny said. "Every six months, the toilets leak too."

"Damn Haenum. It's a government facility. How could they do such a poor job?" Caramel said.

"Tell me about it. They should've done a proper job, right?" Flam said. Neighsay watched them was he checked his watch. "I bet Babel E&C is much better than Haenum E&C."

"Are you excited, you fool?" Caramel said.

"Yes." Flam said, nodding.

"Having fun? Happy?"

"Yes."

"Are you here to have fun? Go inside. You little..."

"Sorry, boss." Flam said, immediately going to his seat. Cheese and his wife immediately went in the courtroom and sat some benches behind Tempest. Neighsay looked around, glaring at Wingtip, and as he turned to Tempest, he noticed something odd. She was taking multiple inhales and exhales as she browses through the files at her desk. She kept sighing until she drank from nearby plastic water bottle.

A stallion then closed the courtroom's door. The trial shall commence.

EPISODE 6

"Mr. Grubber. I have a question." Cheese said.

"Sure, what is it?"

"We're told to rise when the judge enters."

"Yes." Grubber said.

"But...what happens if you don't?" Cheese said.

"Right. I've been quite curious about that as well." Mr. Shy said.

"A maximum of 5 years in jail or a fine of 50 million bits." Grubber said, as the tenants gasped.

"Really?" Soarin said. "They charge you that much for simply not standing?"

"I was kidding. Nothing happens if you don't rise." Grubber said.

"Damn it. I fell for it."

"Goodness."

"Anyway, why do they tell you to rise? It's not like we know the judge." Cheese's wife said.

"It's not for the judge, but...How do I put it?" Grubber said. "To show respect for the law and his ruling."

""Respect"?"

"Yes."

"They always give such ridiculous rulings. Right?" Cheese said.

"Yes."

"They always side with the wealthy."

"How absurd."

"Right."

"I won't stand up." Cheese said. The tenants looked at Cheese Sandwich confhses. As Cheese zipped in hia jacket, he said: "I'll show them mt determination as a martial artist."

"Me too."

"I'll show them my conscience and resistance as an artist." Soarin said, zipping his jacket.

"With the spirits of all the fomer monks, we won't stand up either." the monk said.

"Let's all not stand up as a show of defiance." the piano player said.

"Okay."

"It's okay to do so, right?"

"Of course. They won't arrest you!" Grubber said.

"Okay."

"Let's show our solidarity by doing this." Mr. Shy said.

"Sure."

"All right, then."

"Here comes the judge. All rise." a stallion said. Instead of staying tp be seated, they chickened out and stood up.

"So much for solidarity. Salute!" Mr. Shy said. As the judge went in front, he stepped on wet plastic and he accidentally slipped as he yelped and fell on his back. Wingtip gasped as soon as the judge fell.

"Goodness."

"Oh, dear."

"Are you okay!?"

"Goodness."

Two stallion then grabbed the judge's arms and helped him back up.

"Goodness."

"Why did you cover the floor with plastic wraps!?" the judge said.

"Water was leaking from the walls as well." a stallion said.

"How could water leak in the sacred court of law!?" the judge said. "Goodness, my back."

"Are you okay?"

"Goodness." the judge said. A few mintues later after the trial started, Harshwhinny went in front and faced the judge.

"Based on the submitted materials, the researchers neglected the safety regulations that were written on the manual and were exposed to toxic agents." she spoke. As she turnes to Tempest, she noticed her hand clenched in her chest as she took some breaths." However, they decides to blame the company for it and are arguing that it was an industrial accident.". The jidge nodded and turned to Tempest.

"Will the plaintiff's attorney refute this claim?"

Well, this is where a setup begins.

STEP 1: REMOVE THE DEALER FROM THE TABLE

"Yes, Your Honor." Tempest said in a weak voice, as she stood up. "We have enough evidence...". The crowd at the back then noticed how her head was slightly tilted down and her hair covered almost 2/3 of her face.

"What's wrong with her?"

"What is going on?"

"...to refute." Tempest said.

"What's wrong?" the judge said.

"Your Honor." Tempest said weakly. "Lately, I've been suffering from a panic disorder.". Saying that, Wingtip laughed, and Caramel looked at Tempest with a chuckling face.

"Goodness."

"Panic disorder?"

"Oh, no."

"Did you know?"

"I had no idea."

"Your Honor." Tempest said. "May I take some medication?"

"Yes, hurry up! Go on!" the judge said. Tempest quickly took some pills in her desk. She swallowed one up and drank water.

"You may continue."

"Your Honor..." Tempest said. Beofre her sentence was finished, she lost balance and fainted unconsciously on the floor. Everyone stood up in shock.

"Goodness!"

"Ms. Tempest!"

"Are you okay!?"

Harshwhinny looked like she didn't care. She just glanced at her as if she just fell asleep.

"Oh, dear!"

"What should we do!?"

Neighsay looked at her with blank eyes.

"Hey, call 911 now!"

"Help her!"

Well...as recalled...

-In flashback-

"At this one gambling joint, the Mafia does this first when someone is about to win big." Neighsay said. "They remove the dealer from the table."

"The dealer?" Tempest said. "The "dealer" at the court is...". When she realized, she pointed at her. Neighsay nodded and pointed at her.

-Present-

A stallion rushed to Tempest's body and kneeled beside her.

"Are you okay!?"

"Are you okay!?"

"What's going on!?"

"What should we do!?"

Flam rushes to Tempest and kneeled beaide her.

"Tempest!" Flam said. "Open your eyes!"

"Someone call 911!"

"Oh, no! I heard a loud thump! You heard it, right!?" Cheese's wife said.

"Oh, dear."

"I heard it."

"Call 911."

"Did you hear the loud thump?"

"Silence!" the judge said. "Goodness. Lieutenant. Call 911 right now."

"Yes, Your Honor." he said. Flam turned to Tempest.

"Tempest." he said.

"Generally speaking, in the absence of the plaintiff's lawyer, it is impossible to go on with the trial." the judge said. Neighsay continued looking at Tempest. "However, due to the geavity of today's issue, we cannot postpone this trial. During recess, we will ask the doctor to check up on the lawyer's condition. After that, we will resume the trial later in the day."

"What if it doesn't work?"

"What do you think? Get up right away."

Just like what Neighsay told her, Tempest immediately opened her eyes and popped back up. Everyone looked at her in shock.

"Goodness!" Flam shrieked.

"Gosh!"

"She's up!"

"Goodness!"

"She got up!"

"She's okay."

"Really?"

"She just took a nap."

"I see."

"You're up. Are you all right?" the judge said.

"Yes, Your Honor. I feel better once I regain consciousness." Tempest said. Flam looked at her confused, while Tempest stroke some strands of her hair back, went to her desk. Flam looked at Neighsay and back to Tempest. Flam awkwardly walked back to the defendant's table.

"Why did you rush over there? She was obviously putting on a show." Harshwhinny said.

"I see." Flam chuckled.

"Then let's resume." the judge said. Wait, that wasn't the end of the Lawist trio's plan...

STEP 2: BLOCK OUT THE ENTIRE GAMBLING HOUSE

"The plaintiff's lawyer may refute."

"Since the materials weren't submitted, I will explain them in words. The evidence is..." Tempest spoke.

Before they typed in what Tempest said, the room suddenly went dark. Everyone gasped in time.

"Goodness!"

"What's going on!?"

"Gosh."

"My goodness."

"Oh, dear."

"Goodness."

"What should we do?"

The tenants, Neighsay and Tempest did not react. They just looked around at the slightly dark surroundings. For a second Tempest smirked at Wingtip.

-In flashback-

"What if the game resumes without the dealer?" Tempest said.

"If that happens,..." Neighsay said, getting a gas lamp. "...they black out the entire gambling house..." he said, twisting the knob as the light goes off. "...so no one can play.". That day, technicians immediately went to a black car, and who was driving it? it was Blueblood.

-Present-

"Come on."

"Silence!" the judge said.

"Oh, my." Tempest said. "Why is there a blackout?". Neighsay looked at her as he smirked. "Your Honor. We cannot continue with stenography."

"One minute. Let me evaluate the situation." the judge said.

"What did you say!?" Cheese said.

"Right!"

"Your Honor..."

"We can't hear you because of your microphone!" the piano player said.

"Me neither."

"I can't hear you."

"Gosh, I'm so embarrassed for them." Caramel said. The judge turned to Harshwhinny and back to an employee.

"You can use your laptop, right?" the judge said.

"Yes, Your Honor. One minute." she said.

"It's impossible to record quickly or accurately on a laptop." Tempest said.

"It doesn't matter. She just needs to record the core matters." the judge said.

"Goodness. This isn't right."

"This won't do."

"She should jot down everything."

"That's right."

Flam looked at Neighsay suspiciously.

"Can they do that?"

"Come on."

Tempest grabbed her bottle and drank water.

"Shouldn't she record everything?"

"She should."

Tempest turned to Neighsay, and Neighsay gave her a thumbs up.

"Are they allowed to do that?"

'Does that even make sense?"

"I don't know either."

"Is she forgets the details..."

Tempest then turned away from him and smirked.

-In flashback-

"What if the player insists on gambling no matter what?" Tempest said.

Neighsay squinted his eyes, then one thought came in mind. "Then as a last resort, they kick out everyone else...and create chaos."

-Present-

The employee then got down and put the laptop in the table. Tempest turned to Cheese Sandwich and his wife, and there hands were put in their closed jackets. Time for another setup.

STEP 3: KICK EVERYONE ELSE OUT AND CREATE CHAOS

"She's back." Flam said.

"I can see that." Harshwhinny said. Flam nodded and cleared his throat.

"Not yet." Cheese said, patting his chest.

"Calm down." his wife said, doing the same gesture. There's a living thing in their jackets?

"The plaintiff's lawyer may continue." the judge shouted. She stood up and walked in front.

"The defense lawyer's claim that the researchers neglected the safety regulations is shameless, cunning and evil." Tempest said. "It's a big, fat lie!" Tempest chanted, spreading her arms. The judge looked at her awkwardly.

"Your Honor. That remark is unrelated to this case. It's meaningless and a personal attack at that." Harshwhinny said.

"Acknowledged. Please be careful." the judge said.

"Yes, Your Honor."

"Now."

"Yes."

"Now."

From the jacket of Cheese's wife, a buzzing insect was released. Cheese then zipped down his jacket and another one came out.

"What is that?"

"What's this sound?"

"What's going on?"

"Where's this sound coming from?"

"It's so noisy."

"What's happening?"

Caramel looked down from his coat jacket.

"My gosh."

"What is this sound?"

"Is someone flying a drone here?" the judge said. "Who is it?! Which reporter is secretly flying a drone?!"

"Look at that!" Mr. Shy pointed to one of the insects.

"What!?"

"What is that?!"

"Goodness!"

Everyone and Tempest turned and looked above. Tempest passed as she saw the insect couple.

"It's a giant hornet!" the snack bar owner shouted. Wingtip then gasped and screamed as they looked at the hornets. Harshwhinny and Flam looked at the hornets in shock.

"You'll certainly die if you get stung by it!" Cheese shouted. "Everyone, run!"

"Get out, everyone!" Tempest shouted.

Wingtip continued panicking and shrieking, going to the exit, and the Laws side got some acting. Neighsay just stayed in his seat watching the creatures flock.

"Get out of here! Go! Hurry!" Tempest shouted as she ran to the defendant's table where Harswhinny and Flam sat. She continued slapping Flam's back while Flam kept yelp from the pain.

"You should get out of here!" Flam said. "Those hornets are notorious even in the States!" Flam hissed.

"Why should I get out?!" Harshwhinny yelled angrily. "I can't believe this!". When she turned around, she was shock that Neighsay was still in his seat with a smirk. Neighsay looked at them, then turned up to the hornets. He wagged his finger, imitating how the hornets fly around, then only he turned to them while whistling.

Harshwhinny scoffed while everyone panicked.

"My goodness!"

"Move out of the way!"

The judge angrily stood up. "Silence, everyone! If you keep this up, I'll have to ask you all to leave the court!"

Tempest turned to the panicking creatures with a sneaky smirk. Everything is according to plan.

-In flashback-

"How can we cause a scene and teach the judge a lesson?" Tempest said.

"We'll have to think about that a bit more." Neighsay said, as he continued writing in the whiteboard.

"Ma'am" Cheese called as he walked in.

"Oh. Hello, Mr. Cheese."

"Hello." Cheese said, as he carried a vase in his hands. "My uncle made this hornet drink himself. You should try it." he said as he put it in the table.

"Hornet drink!? Goodness!" Tempest shrieked. Neighsay slowly turned to the hornet drink in the table. He put back the whiteboard marker and walked to the table. He grabbed the vase, and just with a look, he had a plan. He turned to Cheese with a satisfied smile.

That day, Cheese and his wife went to the bee farm. A stallion gave them two pockets, which had one hornet each.

"Here."

"Thank you."

"Be careful. They're unconscious right now. Be careful when you take them out. They can be deadly."

The couple thanked them, and they turned to each other with mischievous grins. They went back, having honey, water, and a plastic cup in their hands.

"We should add the honey first."

"No. Water first."

"No, water."

"It's honey first."

"No, it's water."

"The honey should float on top."

"Right."

"Great idea."

"Pour it in."

"Pour it in"

"Now the honey."

Cheese's wife sipped honey from the honey tube while mixing the honey and water on the cup. The cup was used when Cheese's wife "accidentally" bumped on the judge and eventually got spilled in his face.

-Present-

"Silence, everyone!" the judge shouted. One hornet flew nearly towards Tempest, and she dodged the attack. The hornet quickly flew into the judge when it detected some honey in the face. The hornet eventually stung him, and the judge yelped in pain.

"Goodness!"

"Your Honor!"

"That hurts! What was that!?"

"Goodness!"

The hornet flew to the crowd, and detected some honey spots in Cheese's flank. The hornet quickly flew to to his ass and stung him. Later on, everyone settled. Everyone was on their seats, and it could be the end of the plan, right?

"Did you get stung here?" Cheese's wife said, slapping the stung area. Cheese yelled from the pain. "I'm sorry."

"You won't die." Grubber said.

"I won't?" Cheese said.

"You'll be fine." Mr. Shy said.

"That's right."

"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?"

"Goodness."

"All rise." a stallion said. As everyone rised and looked at the judge, two stallion accompanied him, and they shocked to see his face. Tempest gasped as she covered her mouth with her sleeves.

"Oh, my."

"Unbelievable."

"Goodness."

Cheese and his wife wanted to laugh, but it would be obvious if they did.

"Oh, dear."

"His mouth is swollen."

"That's even better than special effects." Grubber said.

"That's so terrifying."

"What the..." Flam said.

"Sit down, please." a stallion said.

"It's just marvelous." Harshwhinny said.

"Help us, merciful Buddha." the monk said. Neighsay turned to Pharnyx, Mr. Shy, Sparin, and the monk, and they quietly laughed.

"I can..." the judge said. "...no longer go on with this trial today." he said in a muffled voice. Wingtip lawyers couldn't understand what he told. Tempest quietly laughed as she covered her mouth. Lawist, the tenants, and Neighsay did the same. "Due to the gravity of this case, we will..."

"What is he saying?"

"We will continue..."

"What?"

"I can't understand him."

"...the trial...a week from now on." the judge said before he fainted at his seat.

"Your Honor!"

"Are you okay!?"

"You Honor! Wake up!"

Wingtip stood up in shock.

"Are you okay!?"

"Your Honor!"

Harshwhinny heavily sighed and leaned on her seat. Everyone stood up in shock except for Neighsay.

"Be careful." One of the stallions said, as he carried one of the judge's arms.

"Can we go now?"

"Be careful."

"Goodness."

"We should leave."

"Let's go."

"Good work, everyone."

"I can't believe this."

"Goodness."

"Can we leave now?"

Neighsay and Tempest stood up. Tempest turned to Flam and waved at him with her tongue tip sticking out. Harshwhinny just looked dead inside, looking at the ceiling. Caramel just looked in shock. Caramel turned to Neighsay with a serious look.

Neighsay walked towards him, as Tempest walked between them. She stopped and stood beside Neighsay. Seconds after, Tempest left with her bad and portfolio. Neighsay followed her. Caramel heavily breathed with a grin.

Evryone walked out, including Tempest.

"You should be ashamed." Harshwhinny said. Tempest stopped and turned to her. "How could you insult the sacred court just to buy a week?"

"Insult what?" Tempest said.

"You also practice the law." Harshwhinny said. "But this is too cheap, immature, and lowly!"

"What are you talking about?" Tempest said. "Wasn't it like a musical? It had a well-organized narrative, and the climax was just wonderful." Tempest said. Harshwhinny scoffed heavily. "And what did you say? I insulted the sacred court?" Tempest said. "The judge who was bribed by the Babel Group, Wingtip who colluded with him, and us, who planned the scheme, are all in the same boat."

"Since when did you become a hero of justice?" Harshwhinny said. Tempest silently gasped as one hand covered her mouth.

"How can you be so cheesy? I don't care about justice." Tempest said.

"Then why are you fighting back!?" Harshwhinny said.

"Because you're despicable. Both Wingtip and Babel Group are despicable." Tempest said.

"What did you say?" Harshwhinny said.

"Isn't it just creature instinct to have the urge to slap those who are despicable?" Tempest said. "See you in a week." she said as she hummed, walking out.

"That damn girl really must have a few screws loose." Harshwhinny said.

Tempest continued walking down the stairs towards Neighsay and Grubber. Both of them looked at her with a smile, while the tenants had a strong chit-chat.

"Are you okay?"

"Only I can take this."

"It stung your butt."

"I was touched."

"Me too."

"She's here!"

"Where?"

One tenant pointed to Tempest, and all of the tenants turned to her.

"Goodness!" one of them cheered. As Tempest gestured flexed biceps, all the tenants cheered wildly.

"My gosh!"

Tempest then blew a kiss to them

"You were awesome!"

"Let's go!"

"Goodbye!"

"I'm famished."

"Let's go."

As tenants marched, Cheese's wife pulled her husband by his hand after he tripped. She continued pulling him as she cackled.

"Hurry up!"

Tempest chuckled as she turned to Neighsay and Grubber. "Zumba Snake is more furious than I expected."

""Zumba Snake"?" Grubber said.

"Harshwhinny. She's a snake that dances to Zumba. She went on about how cheap, immature, and lowly we are." she said as she chuckled.

"This is one of the Mafia families' motto. "The strongest punch comes from behind."" Neighsay chucked.

"That's right. You need to fight dirty if you want to win!" Tempest laughed.

"And if you win, it's more effective because your opponent is humiliated." Neighsay added, as Tempest nodded.

"I'll make sure I'm well-prepared for next week's trial." Grubber said.

"Wonderful!" Tempest cheered. Suddenly she felt a small rumble and pain in her stomach. "Before anything else, let's go eat. I'm famished. My blood sugar levels have dropped.". Grubber walked towards Tempest, and continued walking.

"Go without me. I have to be somewhere." Neighsay said. Tempest and Grubber stopped as they turned to him.

"Why don't you come and eat first?" Tempest said.

"No, I need to go right now." Neighsay said as he walked off.

"Where is he going?" Tempest said.

"Right. Today is..." Grubber said as he grabbed his phone from his pocket. "Tuesday. Is he going there?"

"Where?" Tempest said.

Meanwhile, Flam was driving Caramel and Harshwhinny back to the firm. Both of them sat in the back seat.

"Since the day the Equestrian constitution was established on June 14 1948, giant hornets have never appeared in court." Caramel said in a deep voice. "Okay? Not even once!" he said as he kicks the back of the seat of Flam while he is driving. Flam just grunt. "Gosh, in my 25 years as a lawyer, I've never experienced such chaos in a court before. It's my first time, okay!?" he said as he kicked Flam's seat again.

"That hurts!" Flam squealed.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes."

"Well, suck it up! Suck it up!" Caramel said as he continued kicking Flam's seat.

"Yes, sir!" Flam said in pain.

"On top of that, my first trial as a lawyer was a flop." Harshwhinny said as she chuckled sarcastically.

"Celestia, those dirty bastards. Of all those things, how could they think of bringing in those hornets!?" he said as wheezed. "What should we do?"

"Aren't we the best in Equestria when it comes to playing dirty?" Harshwhinny said.

"We don't play dirty. We're...What's it called again?" Caramel said. "Strategic? Yes, we're strategic."

"Shut up." Harshwhinny said. "We're all dirty here. You have such a double standard."

"But since the trial has been postponed, there is no winner just yet." Flam said.

"Of course, there is. They beat us."

"Yes, they did." Caramel said. Suddenly, there was a supply truck honking in their adjacent lane. Harshwhinny opens the car window and turned to the truck.

"You damn assholes! I will gouge every single one of your eyes!" Harshwhinny shouted. Flam and Caramel looked at Harshwhinny in shock.

And where was Neighsay going? He was going to the prison where his birth mother was locked up. He wore his ID as he walked in.

-At flashback-

"What should I do?" Grubber said.

"What?" Neighsay said. "What's the matter?" he said as he put on his coat jacket.

"Well...Mr. Caballeron was a public defender for a mare named Ms. Cloudy Quartz. She's currently incarcerated. He took such great care of her. He'd visit her the last Tuesday of every month. But now that he's gone, that won't happen anymore."

-Present-

The reason why Neighsay came is that Caballeron couldn't make it. Caballeron won't be coming to her for the rest of Cloudy Quartz's life now that he's dead. A police companied Cloudy Quartz as she entered a cell that was similar to Silver Zoom's.

"Hello." Cloudy Quartz waved, and Neighsay waved back.

"Please sit down." Neighsay said. As they both sat, Neighsay spoke. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm doing okay. The pain has subsided." Cloudy Quartz said, as Neighsay nodded. "Since Mr. Caballeron passed away, I thought no one would come see me anymore. Thank you so much for coming."

"Don't thank me." Neighsay said. "I only came to tell you that no one will be visiting anymore.". When Cloudy heard those words, she felt her lips wobble. "You should ask your friends or family members for help instead."

"I have no one." Cloudy Quartz said. For a few seconds, Neighsay kept thinking.

"What about your husband?" Neighsay said. Cloudy Quartz slowly shook her head. Another few seconds was given to Neighsay.

"What about your children?" Neighsay said. Cloudy Quartz then looked at him.

"I have none." Cloudy Quartz said.

"I see." Neighsay said. "You don't have any family." he said. "I get that you were wrongly accused, but how did you live your life that you have no one who could help you."

"Life...isn't always rosy for anyone." Cloudy Quartz said. "No mater how hard you try, you rarely get your way."

"It's probably because you're...so full of excuses." Neighsay said.

"Yes." Cloudy Quartz said. "My life was full of excuses. I'm sorry for living this way, sir."

"Don't apologize to me. Spend the rest of your life thinking about the ones who deserve it the most. Goodbye, then." as he stood up to leave, Cloudy Quartz spoke.

"We won't...ever meet again, will we?" Cloudy Quartz said.

"I'm leaving Canterlot." Neighsay said. "This isn't my place." before he could turn to leave, she spoke again.

"Sir." Cloudy Quartz said. "Goodbye.". Neighsay kept looking her with pity, then seconds later, he opened the door and left. With him not around, Cloudy Quartz couldn't hold back her tears. Does she know him?

Neighsay then walked over a bridge and suddenly stopped short. He leaned his arms in the bridge. Now was the time he caves to his need for a cigarette. He got a box of cigarettes and stick one between his teeth. He got his lighter and lit it up.

This time, he didn't snap it in half. Why did Cloudy Quartz say she didn't have any children...when her only child talked to her.

-At flashback-

"Are you Vladimir?" a stallion said in Italian.

"Vladimir, we are going to be a family." a mare said in Italian, holding Vladimir's hands.

A little colt, which is Vladimir, looked at the mare, then to the nun.

"Ma'am. My mom." Vladimir said. "My mom said she'd come for me." the poor colt cried. "She said to wait and she'd come back for me!" he sobbed. "I need to wait...for her to come back." he sniffed. He let go of the mare's hands and held his own.

And who was that little colt named Vladimir? That was a young Neighsay.

-Present-

Neighsay tearfully recalled to himself that day he got adopted. He was still holding his cigarette and lighter. Hopefully someday, she'll know.

Meanwhile in Jeo's resto, an influencer couple who was seen in Neighsay's Sicilian wine party about three nights since he came, were taking pictures of the food served in their table. Joe hummed as he held a plate and went towards the guests.

"Here's your pepperoni pizza." Joe said.

"Once I post about your restaurant on my blog, it'll flourish in just three days." the stallion said.

"Thank you in advance." Joe said.

"In that party photo, everyone complimented your pizza. But it's not that special." the mare said.

"Sorry? Well--"

"If you want us to put in a good word, you can just give us this food for free." she said.

"I see. For free." Joe said. The couple smiled at him. "That puts me in a pickle. Try to savor it, and you'll be able to see how our pizza is different from the rest.". The mare looked at him with a confused expression. Joe nervously smiled as he walked away.

"Try this one."

"It's too strong."

Joe walked over to Stygian who was cutting onions.

"Hey, if they asked for some jalapeños, say we're out of them. Okay?" Joe said, as Stygian nodded. "And don't give them any freebies. They're terrible customers."

"Yes, sir." Stygian said.

"Why are you teary-eyed by the way?" Joe said. Joe took of his apron and covered the possible jalapeños and other servings. Stygian's phone started ringing in his pocket. He saw it was Director Starswirl. He accepted the call.

"Hello?" Stygian said in a sobbing voice.

"Are you crying?"

"No, I'm not, sir."

"Are you drunk and feeling sorry for yourself?!"

"No, sir."

"Where are you?"

"I'm running errands." Stygian said.

"Come back right now! It's an emergency!"

"Yes, sir."

As the call ended, he wiped his tears and continued sobbing. "I'm sorry." he cried, as he continued cutting onions.

Currently, Neighsay was on his way back to the plaza. As he walked, he stopped as he noticed the familiar monk carrying a big cross. He ran to him immediately.

"Sir."

"Hello, sir." the monk said. He got down as Neighsay held the top part of the cross. "Thank you for today."

"My pleasure. I'd like to thank you as well." Neighsay said. "Why are you carrying this cross?"

"Oh, this? There's an abandoned church that the Babel E&C's men took over. And for over a month, this cross has been lying on the ground." he said.

"But what will you do with it?" Neighsay asked.

"I'm going to donate it to Canterlot Church. They will value this cross." he said. "Goodbye, then." as he tried to carry it, he turned to Neighsay. "Sir. Would you like to help me?"

"Sure." Neighsay reluctantly agreed. The monk grabbed one side, and Neighsay grabbed the other. It was heavy to take it to the church. They soon arrived the church. How much time it took to carry it, though?

"Goodness. Thank you for helping me carry the cross." the monk chuckled.

"Sir. I have a question." Neighsay said.

"Ask away." the monk said.

"If I go live somewhere far away like in the middle of the ocean, will the anger inside me disappear?" Neighsay said.

"It doesn't matter where you live. What matter is whether you still have the anger inside you or not." the monk said.

"Does that mean...that I need to achieve enlightenment?" Neighsay said.

"The only way to get rid of your anger is by fighting it. Stand your ground and fight back. Enlightenment is what you get when you win that battle."

Neighsay slowly sighed as he continued sitting beside the monk and watching the weak leaves fall from the tall trees.

Meanwhile, Caramel and Harshwhinny arrived at their office.

"Should I hire someone to tail Neighsay and Tempest?" Caramel said.

"There's no need." Harshwhinny said. "No matter what they do, they can never outwit me."

"What is this?" Caramel said. "Did you make your move already without telling me!?" Caramel said, as Harshwhinny smirked. "Goodness. You're just amazing."

"Call the tech team." Harshwhinny said,

"The tech team?" Caramel said. "The tech team!". He immediately got his telephone. "Get me the tech team. The tech team." Caramel said. "The tech team!".

Looks like the caller doesn't understand much. Soon, a member of the tech team arrived with a computer and antennas.

"It's done." the tech team member said.

"Over there. That plant is from me. Raise the volume. It's a luve broadcast." Harshwhinny said. Looks like the stuckyi she gave to Neighsay and Tempest had a listening device.

"But if creatures cath us doing this, we'll be in big trouble." Caramel said.

"Didn't you hire me to do big things?" Harshwhinny said.

"That's exactly why we shouldn't get caught!" Caramel said. "All right." he saud as he types on the laptop.

"I don't get them. Two days ago, all I heard were footsteps and music." Harshwhinny said.

"We' re bound to get something if we keep listening." Caramel said. As he raised the volume, very weird zombie sounds occured, which made him jump out of his seat in fear.

"What is that sound!?" Harshwhinny said. Actually, Neighsay, and probably Tempest, has known about the stuckyi having the device, so the plant has been relocated to Soarin's dance video, explaining why there were footsteps and music. For seconds, Harshwhinny started to cackle out loud, creeping Caramel.

"What is it? You're scaring me." Caramel said. Harshwhinny didn't answer and kept her wicked laughing. "Stop it! You're giving me goosebumps!"

Meanwhile, at the Lawist office...

"How did you know the plant was tapped?" Tempest said. Neighsay softly sighed as he water sprayed the plants.

"Stuckyis grow well even when they're not watered for a month. It's the perfect spot for electrical devices such as wiretaps. In the past, intelligence services often used them for wiretapping." Neighsay said.

"My gosh. Even her dirty tricks are old-fashioned." Tempest said. "By tthe way, you sound like an expert in this area.". Neighsay then turned to her.

"Isn't this just common sense?" Neighsay said, as he slightly spryaed water that rarely got her. Tempest scoffed as she listened.

"I see. "Common sense". Then I must seriously lack common sense." Tempest said. Tempest then made a face as if she's a dog. Well, the biting detail, though.

"Ignorance isn't a sin, but refusing to learn is." Neighsay said. Tempest scoffed and slouched in her chair.

"I choose to sin and remain ignorant. I can't be bothered." Tempest said.

"Right. I asked Mr. Grubber...to look for a good shopping district in Canterlot." Neighsay said.

"Are yoy really going to get them a new place?" Tempest said. Neighsay puts down the spray and walked towards her.

"Yes." he answered. "I'm planning to pay for everything as well."

"But..." Tempest said. "...is that really necessary?"

As Neighsay continued to look at some files, he spoke: "I want to wrap everything up quickly and leave.". From Tempest's looks, she looked a bit disappointed. She slowly smiled and turned to him.

"Then you should hurry." Tempest said. "Thanks to that, the creatures here have hit the jackpot."

"I have to study for the next hearing. I'll get going first." Neighsay said, grabbing his suitcase. Before he walked out, Tempest spoke.

"Wait." Tempest said. Tempest slowly walked to him. She was speechless the moment she looked at him. She kept phasing on of her handlers, while Neighsay waited for her answer. Suddenly, Grubber slipped to the side, surprising Tempest.

He had a groomed hair once again, and is in a nice attire.

"What is this? Are you a wizard? Did you just get back from Hogwarts?" Tempest said.

"My blind date wants to see me again." Grubber said, clapping his claws.

"That's great, but this is wrong. She'll want to flee." Tempest said.

""Flee"?!" Grubber said. "She can flee into my heart." he said, clapping once again.

"Well, then..." Neighsay said. He patted Grubber's shoulder as he went out.

"Are you fleeing too?" Grubber said as Neighsay got out. Tempest looked down unhappy, then rushed out of the office. Neighsay still walked in the hallway, until he heard her voice.

"Mr. Cassano!" Tempest said. She rushed towards him, and he turned to her. "If you're not too busy, we should have a few drinks. Something more proper than beer."

"Do you have something to tell me?" Neighsay said.

"Do you only drink when you have something to say?" Tempest said. "It'll help us work better together. It'll be nice."

"You don't have drinking habits, do you?" Neighsay said.

Meanwhile, Stygian has arrived at his intelligence service. And his boss was not happy.

"Hey! I told you not to look into that consigliere!" Starswirl yelled. "How dare you ignore my orders and disguise yourself as an assistant chef!?"

"How did you know, sir?" Stygian said.

"Do you think this is some ordinary company!?" Starswirl said. "Ten minutes is all I need to find out what you're doing!"

"Right, that's true." Stygian said.

"You have no respect for your boss. Gosh." Starswirl said. He felt some pain at the back of his neck. He massage it as he went to his desk. "My blood pressure is rising."

"I'm sorry, sir." Stygian said.

"Damn it." he said. He gave two folders to Stygian. "Take a look.". Stygian grabbed the folders. "Two parties have requested a background check on Neighsay Cassano. One is Law Firm Wingtip and the other one is the Babel Group. What the heel is he doing for them to take interest in him? Is he really forming his own gang? Or is he gathering some money?"

"I haven't found anything strange so far." Stygian said.

"Then what's going on?" Starswirl said.

"I'll write up a report and submit it." Stygian said. "And as for the requests...I'll reply to them myself."

Starswirl nodded. "Okay.". Stygian exhaled in such a relief. "And don't use money from your own pocket. Charge the company. You're dirt poor."

"No, I'm not."

"As if. I know you still haven't paid off your loan due to your mother's hospital bills." Starswirl said.

"Okay, then." Stygian said. "Thank you, sir."

"You may leave." Starswirl said. Stygian turned around to leave, but he then turned to hiss boss, trying to make a heart with his arms.

"I..."

"Gosh, that crybaby."

Stygian turned around and wiped a bit of his tears, and there, he left.

Meanwhile, Neighsay and Tempest chose a place to drink and have a chitchat. They clanked their glasses and drank it til empty.

"I burst out laughing when I saw the judge's face!" Tempest laughed. "It looked like there was playdough on his face!" she said. Neighsay chuckled as he glanced at her, while pouring more of the drink in his glass. "And his speech was muffled like this!" she said, imitating his muffle, as she continued laughing. She grabbed her glass and took a long gulp. "Right. You visited Ms. Cloudy Quartz this afternoon, didn't you?" she said.

Neighsay nodded. "How did you know?"

"Mr. Grubber told me." Tempest said. "Isn't she the one who was falsely accused of murder?". Neighsay nodded once again. "I read it in my dad's files. He even flagged it as important."

"I see." Neighsay said, as he drank his glass.

"Thank you...for visiting her on his behalf. I should've gone instead." Tempest said. "You're better than his own daughter."

"I just told her that nobody would be coming anymore." Neighsay said.

"What?"

"You don't need to take over all of his duties. You should focus on your own work now." Neighsay said.

"I thought she was ill."

"Enough about her." Neighsay said. "Now, help me get Counter Plaza back.". Tempest rest her arms in the armrests and looked at him.

"How can I when you're refusing to tell me why?" Tempest said.

"Do you have to know that?" Neighsay said.

"Of course!" Tempest said. "Only then can I come up with a plan.". Neighsay had seconds to think about it, and Tempest was already curious. He leaned against the table and looked at her once more.

"Promise me you'll keep this a secret." Neighsay said, wagging his finger. "You must never tell anyone.". Tempest leaned against the table and got closer.

"What is it?" Tempest whispered. Neighsay snapped his finger, and they both arranged their chairs next to each other. Before telling, Neighsay gulped down his glass. "Do you want drumrolls?" Tempest said. Tempest then lightly knocked the table multiple times, while Neighsay gulped his drink.

When Neighsay's glass was empty, he quickly grabbed Tempest's hands tightly and kept holding it as they got closer.

"Underneath Counter Plaza...there are 1,5 tons of gold." Neighsay whispered.

"Really? 1,5 tons? How much is that exactly?"

"That's about 110 million in Trottinghamian bits, and 150 billion in Canterlite bits."

Tempest gasped as she covered her mouth. "A hundred fifty billion bits!?" she whispered.

"But there's a problem." Neighsay said. "The gold is--". Before he continued, Tempest shushed him. Tempest got closer as she whispered.

"Underneath my house..." Tempest said. Neighsay got closer as Tempest went to his ear. "...there are 100 golden calves.". Neighsay almost looked awkward as Tempest kept laughing and slapping his shoulder. "That's hilarious!" Tempest said, stroking her mohawk.

"You know how to toy creatures!" Tempest said.

"Do you think I'm lying?" Neighsay said, tucking his necktie.

"So this is your drinking habit." Tempest said. "You bluff with a straight face."

""Bluff"?" Neighsay said.

"It's about time we left."

""Bluff"?"

"Let's go." Tempest said as she got up.

""Bluff"? Wait!" Neighsay said. "What does "bluffing" mean!?" Neighsay said.

"It's a good thing!" Tempest said as she slapped his chest multiple times. "You even sound like you're really upset. I'll get this.". She walked in the counter, paying for what they got. She gave the stallion the expected pay, and she turned to Neighsay. "Let's go, Mr. Mansour Cassano~!" she chanted as she shook her body, looking at Neighsay, and somehow, Neighsay's annoyed.

"Monsieur Mansour, Monsieur Mansour~" Tempest chanted as she prance into the exit. Neighsay scoffed, watching her.

"I'm not lying." Neighsay told himself. Typical Tempest. Suddenly, his phone was buzzing underneath his jacket. It was Blueblood. He went to his calls and called him.

"Yes, Mr. Blueblood. It's me."

"I left the equipment you requested at your house." Blueblood said.

Neighsay immediately rushed to his unit. There he found a medium black box. He placed his suitcase in a nearby chair. He slowly opened the box to find electric equipment in the box. He slowly grabbed a voltmeter, that came a long inside the box.

-At flashback-

Both Blueblood and Neighsay where in the car; Blueblood on the driver's seat, and Neighsay on the front seat.

"We need to hurry...and also think of another way to retrieve the gold." Neighsay said.

"I'll hire some more experts and look into it again." Blueblood said.

"Right." Neighsay said as he snapped his finger. "Just in case, check if the explosion system is still working. It uses electricity, so you'll be able to detect it."

"But, why do you want to know that?" Blueblood said.

"If the system has malfunctioned and been turned off, then we could just dig in the ground without demolishing it." Neighsay said.

"All right. I'll seek the device of some experts and get you a detector." Blueblood said.

-Present-

Neighsay put back the voltmeter and immediately closed the box. He went out and walked in the plaza's halls, and heard the chatter of the tenants in Joe's restaurant. Since the tenants enjoyed too much, Neighsay ignored them and walked back. He went on a nearby elevator and pressed one of its buttons. There was something he didn't know...

Stygian is watching him. He looked at him with intense eagle eyes. He was hiding in the boys' bathroom. Neighsay felt something strange just a lot of inches away from his back. Neighsay slowly turned around, but that moment, Stygian immediately hid behind the wall, holding one of the toilets tight. No one was seen.

He turned to the elevator, that has been sitting there for a long time. When he kept pressing the buttons, nothing worked. Stygian felt something wet in the toilet. He immediately let it go, thinking it was disgusting.

"Damn it." Neighsay said. He then went to the stairs, and Stygian popped out of the bathroom, spraying alcohol. Whatever was in his fingers was pathetic. Neighsay immediately went downstairs and he is many meters away from the Canterlot Temple. As he walked through the dark hallway, he felt the strange feeling again.

Stygian was following him all the way down there. He makes this perfectly by quickly but carefully run and follow him. When he noticed Neighsay turning around, he immediately jumped to the other side, landing on the floor without a thump. Neighsay noticed something was suspicious. He slowly walked back, and was almost at another hallway Stygian walked in.

Noticing Neighsay's shadow just made Stygian terrified. Stygian made quiet puppy noises as he bite his clenched fist. He took some steps away. Neighsay glanced at his watch and quickly ran to the temple. Was he terrified as well?

He quickly opened the door, and immediately prepared what was inside the box. He held the connected voltmeter and a remote.

"Why is it so hot here?" Neighsay said. He quickly took his dark blue coat jacket, and placed it in the floor. He continued pressing, pushing, and pulling some of the equipment. "Why do they keep this on?". He placed the voltmeter along with the wires.

He rotated one the controls of the remote. He then leaned his face close to the voltmeter. Stygian then came out, and peeked in the glass door. He noticed Neighsay somehow "bowing" in front of the statue.

"Why is a Trottinghamian mobster bowing so respectfully?"

Since it was a very warm room, he began sweating. A droplet of his sweat lands on the voltmeter. That moment, a tiny spark occurred and hit his face. Neighsay grunted and ducked his head.

"He's crying. Could those be tears of repentance? The consigliere of the Mafia...is bowing and shedding tears in front of Buddha. What is going on?! Does this mean he flew in...to repent?"

Stygian looked at him for a second, then he ran away. Neighsay continued grunting on the floor. He took many deep breaths as he got up.

"The system is doing just fine. It's perfect. It is." Neighsay said, as he banged his fist on the hard floor. Neighsay grunted once more and shook his hand.

The tenants were still in Joe's resto. All sat in one table that night, except for Stygian.

"The mission was a success!"

"It really was."

"It was absolutely perfect!"

"It was."

""It's a giant hornet!""

""It's a giant hornet!""

"I'd like to say something." Pharynx said. "Thank you very much for helping Gavel out so willingly."

"Gosh, it's nothing." the snack bar owner said. "He's pretty much our family. Right?"

"Your compassion and willingness to help others reminds me of Buddha." the monk said.

"Goodness."

"Don't mention it."

Cheese stood up and spoke. "Who in Equestria could possibly sneak a giant hornet into a courtroom?! Right! Even James Bond wouldn't be able to!" Cheese shouted as everyone chuckled.

"Gosh, your butt is still swollen, honey." his wife responded, lightly slapping his flank.

"I can withstand the venom because of my background in martial arts." Cheese said. "Remember that judge? He was knocked out!" he said, as everyone laughed.. As he tried to sit, he felt some pain in his ass. "Goodness! I don't think I can sit yet."

"Be careful."

"By the way, how is Gavel doing?" the snack bar owner said.

"He needs to receive chemotherapy first, then we'll see how things do." Pharynx said.

"He still has hope." Mr. Shy said.

"Yes."

"Gavel will pull through just fine!" Mr. Shy said, as he turned to the piano player and Soarin.

"Of course."

"You bet."

"By the way, you truly put on a marvelous show today." the piano player said.

Soarin drank his glass until empty. "The empathy I had for the victims helped me do a great job."

Joe clapped his hands as he carried some dishes. "Your salami, cheese, and spaghetti vongole are here. Enjoy!"

"It looks scrumptious!"

"Eat up."

Joe sat down next to the snack bar owner.

"Isn't this expensive?"

"It is. "

"I'm truly sorry that I couldn't go to the trial today." Joe said. "I had to serve food to some popular influencers."

"You totally missed out!" Mr. Shy said.

"By the way, what should we do?" the piano player said. "Do we need to move out or not?"

"Oh, right! Mr. Grubber told me this." Cheese said as he clapped his hands. "Mr. Cassano asked him to look for a shopping district in Canterlot where we could move into."

"Is that true?" the monk said.

"Not only that, but he's also going to pay for everything!" CHeese's wife said.

"Then we should ask him to build our temple over the ground!" Pharynx said.

"You know what? I felt the sincerity in his gaze from the very beginning." the piano player said.

"I'm still a bit dubious." Soarin said.

"Okay. What's your plan?" the snack bar owner said.

"It's obvious. Whether it's here, there, or anywhere else..." Mr. Shy said. "Gosh, that was a killer line. We should definitely move."

"Yes, we must!" Cheese said. "I'd love to continue my fight with Starstreak, but we need to put the bread on the table."

"Is this an unanimous decision?" the snack bar owner said. "I'm down."

"Me too." Cheese said.

"Me too."

"Me..." the monk spoke but paused for a moment. "Have mercy, Buddha."

"Have mercy, Buddha."

"I'm down too." Joe said, raising his hand.

"Me too." the piano player raised her hand.

"Fine. I'm down." Soarin said. When the piano player turned to the door, she screamed seeing a lone figure.

"What is it!?"

"What's going on!?"

When everyone turned to the door, they saw a homeless man with a black hat and jacket.

"Isn't he that homeless man by the station!?" Mr. Shy said.

"You're right. He rambles on when it's a bout to rain." Cheese's wife said.

"I think his name is Davenport."

"Why is his name Davenport?"

"I don't know. That's what he said."

When Joe was about to open the door, Davenport barged himself in himself.

"Why did he come inside!? Goodness."

"I'd like a bottle of beer and one of those." Davenport said.

"Get out." Joe said.

"Come on!" the tenants said.

"Okay. It's a good day. We can share some food." Cheese said.

"He's right."

"Yes. He must be famished." Mr. Shy said.

"No, hold on! You're not allowed to sit anywhere!." Joe said. "Wait. You look very familiar. Am I wrong?"

Davenport turned to the tenants. "If you give me some food, I'll tell you something important. It could totally change your life."

"Sure! Let's hear it!" the snack bar owner said. "It's never too late to change my life!"

"You're all extremely lucky." Davenport said as he slowly smirked.

Time passed, and the restaurant was now dark and empty. The only source of light inside was Stygian's laptop. He was typing a report on Neighsay Cassano, consigliere to the Cassano family. The template was placed, and his profile picture is pasted.

"It's a secret agent's duty to deliver accurate Information."

He typed below that he was handsome and has hunter eyes.

However...

He recalled Neighsay's "repentant behavior" in the temple.

"Yes. I need more time to observe him. It's not time yet. Not yet." Stygian said as he deleted his recently typed descriptions on him.

In the morning, every tenant, except Stygian, was in a bridge, looking at their building emotionally. Grubber noticed them from below.

"Hello! Good morning!" Grubber shouted. Grubber suspected that they were ignoring him.

"Let us go inside if you're all at peace."

"What? What's gotten into them so early in the morning?" Grubber said.

What did that homeless interloper tell them?

Meanwhile, Flam enjoyed Tempest's former office. Recently, he did one more background check on him. He really feels and looks clean. His following activities and awards were clean to. Nothing involved the Mafia.

He volunteered as a teacher in Trotzania, and he did mention he would live with his principles. He is a member in the Trottingham Philanthropists' Club, and there was a picture of him in the year-end anniversary along with the other members. He also pet a pope in a church and took pictures with him along with other people inside. He also attended the fashion magazine of Vogo's charity event. Clean.

"What a perfect stallion. Perfetto." Flam said, doing the Italian hand gesture.

Haarshwhinny and Caramel did the same in their office.

"He's a famous Equestrian rights lawyers in Trottingham, a celebrity, and a philanthropist." Caramel said. "He also defended the Mafia's victims and has received numerous death threats."

Harshwhinny kept scrolling and nothing suspicious was found. "Is this really true?"

"That was from the one in charge of Trottingham's mob crimes." Caramel said.

"I'm a bit dubious." Harshwhinny said. Caramel's phone started ringing. He immediately answered the call.

"Hello, Mr. Farnum. Yes."

Harshwhinny turned to him as she heard the name.

"Chairman Farnum of Babel." Caramel whispered to her. "No, sir. Sorry? Today?"

In the meantime, the plaintiffs that were formerly working with Flash Magnus gathered with Neighsay and Tempest.

"We need you to testify during our second trial." Tempest said. "You also need to be prepared for questioning from the defense and myself."

"Do you think we can manage?" one of them said.

"Don't worry." Neighsay said. "We'll tell you our questions in advance and share the defense expected questions.". He then turned to Grubber. "Mr. Grubber.". Grubber immediately passed the papers to the plaintiffs.

"You should brace yourselves. Our opponent's lawyers are extremely malicious." Tempest said.

Meanwhile, Flam was driving both Harshwhinny and Caramel to the Babel offices.

"I'm so busy as it is. Why does he want me to brief him all of a sudden?" Caramel said. "Why does he need me!? All the Babel companies must know how things are going!"

"I'm sure he called you for a reason." Harshwhinny said. "We'll find out soon."

"Flam, you better do a proper job." Caramel said. "Don't you stutter."

"Sorry?" Flam said as he turned to Caramel. "Right. Okay."

"See? He's already stuttering!" Caramel said. ""Sorry? Right. Okay." You little...Is this all fun and games to you?"

"No."

"What should I do with about foolish partner of mine!?" Caramel said.

""Foolish partner"? Okay." Flam said.

"Is it funny? It is, isn't it?"

"Be quiet." Harshwhinny said.

"He doesn't take his job seriously." Caramel said.

"Enough, already."

Well, they're in for a big surprise.

Meanwhile, Tempest and Grubber were browsing files in the table while Neighsay watched them and the files while fiddling with his lighter.

"What is our chance of winning this trial?" Tempest said, as she turned to Neighsay.

"If our witnesses testify well, then I'd say it's 40 percent." Neighsay said.

"Oooh. It's much higher than that of the first trial." Tempest said, as Neighsay replied with a smile. She then turned to grubber. "Have you filed in the request?"

"Yes, I have. They're probably looking over them right now." Grubber said.

"If Director Claude of Haernum Medical Center testifies, it'll be difficult for us." Neighsay said.

Tempest sighed. "We also need a reliable doctor on our side.". She then turned to Grubber. "Any news?"

"Until last night, we were rejected by a total of 56 doctors." Grubber said.

"It's always difficult to find a medical adviser for industrial accident cases." Neighsay said.

"They won't buy off our witnesses, right?" Tempest said.

"It's highly unlikely since they're very hostile toward Babel." Neighsay said. "However..."

"However?"

"...they may provoke them in other ways." Neighsay said.

"Then we should do the same." Tempest said.

"At times like this, we must know find out who their enemies are." Neighsay said. "Because the enemy of my enemy is a friend."

Tempest slowly smiled as she leaned in the table.

"Wow. I'm having butterflies." Grubber said, touching his chest. "Never in my wildest dreams did I consider provoking Babel's witnesses."

"Then let's find out who their enemies are." Tempest said proudly.

Meanwhile, Flam was in front of a TV, facing Flim, Harshwhinny, and Caramel. Once the three were done with their small chat, they turned to Flam.

"Begin." Caramel whispered. "I said, start."

Flam cleared his throat and held the microphone."All right, then. I will begin the briefing.". He then pressed the TV's remote, and it started playing. It was like some sort os space movie-esque. "I will now reveal the secret of the Babel Group. WOW! The secret of Babel~"

Caramel nervously chuckled, and turned to Flim. "We came up with a fun briefing.". The television showed the text "51 YEARS AGO FROM NOW".

"Chairman Hondo Flanks, the founder of Haernum Group, now known as Babel Group,...had two sons." Fla. said, as Flim nervously watched, while Caramel and Harshwhinny looked awkward. "He and his wife, Juniper Montage, had their eldest son. As for the second son, he was birthed by Mane Goodall, a young secretary. Instead of focusing on the company, he cheated."

Caramel burst out laughing. "Hey, Flam! What are you saying!? Flam, come back here!". Suddenly, he was cut off by Film's table tap.

"Stop that." Flim said.

"Stop?" Caramel said.

"Sit."

"Sit?"

"Quickly."

"Quickly?"

Flam then took a breath. "First...who is this second son? It's none other than Chairman Farnum Flim fi Skim! What a surprise!" he cheered, as a laser pointed to Flim, who had his arms up in the air and smiling nervously. Caramel clapped, while Harshwhinny stared at them. "Now, who's the eldest son?" Flam said. Caramel and Harshwhinny looked at him and the TV nervously.

"He was always smart and active. He was always the top student. He didn't graduate from Stanherd Law School the top student, but he got good grades. On top of that, God has made him perfect and charismatic!" Flam said, while the three ponies looked at him. "So who is it?" he said as he put his hand in his ear. "Who?" he asked, but they were quiet. Then, a picture of a stallion in a throne with a crown was shown. Who is that stallion?

It was Flam.

Flam leaned against their long table and looked at them. "It's me. Flam.".

"What's going on?" Caramel said.

"The real owner of Babel Group is...Flam!" Flam said as he spread his arms. "Flim, you ready!?" he cheered.

"Tonight the star is me~!"

"The star is me~"

"Babel Group is actually mine~!" Flam said.

"It's his!"

"It's mine!"

"Surprise!"

"Babel Group is actually mine~!"

"It's actually mine~!"

Suddenly, Caramel joined their happy dancing, singing, and cheering.

"It's mine!"

"It's mine~!"

"You didn't know, didn't you!?" Flam said. "You had no idea!"

"It's mine~!"

Harshwhinny looked at the stallions awkwardly.

"I fooled you all!"

"Babel Group is actually mine!" Flam cheered, as he got on the ground and doing the worm dance.

"It's mine!"

"It's mine!"

"It's mine!"

"It's mine!"

"It's mine!"

Harshwhinny slowly clapped her hands, looking down at the floor.

Later on, their partying was over. Caramel stood beside Flim with a concerned face, looking at Flam, who is beside Harshwhinny.

"I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive me for my transgressions." Caramel said. Flam drank his glass as Caramel continued.

"It's okay. I had fun." Flam said. He then turned to his half-brother, and put his hand behind him. "Didn't you?"

"Of course. It felt like I was on a rollercoaster everyday." Flim chuckled. Flam then turned to Harshwhinny. "Sit down."

"Okay."

Three of the ponies immediately sat in their chairs, well, as the boss said so.

"Aren't we...like robot vacuums?" Flam said. "We do our best, but we always fall short."

"Not at all, sir!" Caramel said as he quickly got up. "I'm proud of both of...No. I'm amazed by your wisdom! I mean, you both have endless talents!"

Flam smiled but he knows what's up. "Come on. Just be yourself." he said as he kicked the table twice. "My foolish boss."

""Foolish"? Right!" Caramel laughed. "I can be quite the fool. I have so much room for improvement. It's a shame." Caramel chuckled as he got down on his seat.

"From now on, give him the respect he deserves as the chairman. And keep it a secret." Flim said, as Harshwhinny nodded.

"Yes, sir." Caramel said.

"Don't be like that." Flam said. "It doesn't matter who the chairman is."

"No, sir. Now that we know, we should treat you with proper respect." Harshwhinny said.

"Right, Ms. Harshwhinny." Flam said. "I heard you wanted the prosecution service."

"Yes, sir." Harshwhinny said.

"Give me a list...of people I need to buy off and how much they will cost me." Flam said. "I'll purchase them for you after reviewing it."

"Yes, sir. I'll submit it to you." Harshwhinny said.

"Enough about that." he said as he sipped his mug. "Yesterday's trial was disappointing. You barely did anything."

"You guys at Wingtip aren't doing a proper job these days. Can't you see how patient he is?" Flim said.

"I'm sorry, sir." Harshwhinny said. "We won't let them have their way again."

"I heard you were dubbed "the butcher" at your former workplace." Flam said. "But in my eyes, Neighsay seemed to be the one wielding the sword."

"Do you know about him?" Harshwhinny said.

"How could I not? He was the one who blew up my warehouse." Flam said, as he turned to Harshwhinny with a slight smirk.

"He's the one who put 50 syringes in my pillow, isn't he?" Flim said.

"If you can't beat him, just get rid of him like like you did with Mr. Caballeron...and the researchers." Flam said. "Nice and simple."

"Please have trust in us, sir." Harshwhinny said.

"Okay." Flam said. "All right. Fine." he said as he stood up, and walked towards Flim. "Take good care of my brother as well. DOn't ignore him just because he's fake." he said as he pinched his brother's cheek.

"Yes, sir." Caramel said.

"Right?" Flam said, still pinching his cheek.

"Right." Flim chuckled. Flam patted him in the back. Flam then slowly walked to the exit.

"Goodbye, sir." Caramel said.

Time passed, and that one mare, Harshwhinny, immediately went to her office. She quickly removed her heels and replaced it with rubber shoes. She threw her heels in the floor furiously. She was angry that she threw a mild tantrum. She kicked the chair in front of the desk and it fall over.

[color=#EFEA8]"I heard you were dubbed "the butcher". But in my eyes, Neighsay seemed to be the one wielding the sword."

Harswhinny grabbed her phone and immediately called someone. "In the next five hours, we'll come up with an entirely new plan.

That night, a stallion carried a suitcase, as he walked toward the door.

"Excuse me." A stallion spoke, as he walked towards him.

"Yes?"

"Hello. Are you the treasurer of the Babel E&C victims' group?"

"Yes, I am. Why?"

Suddenly, another stallion came from behind, and hit the treasurer's head with a metal post. Next off, two masked stallions planted cash all over their office. Each stack was placed in a some sort of safe at the ceiling. Then, Claude went to Gavel's hospital room and I sects a substance in his IV. Lastly, an employee of Equestria Daily started typing a news article.

"And lastly, report it on 6 a.m. morning news."

In the morning, as Tempest was sleeping comfortably in her bed, her phone started to buzz beside her, causing her to get startled.

"Mr. Grubber, why are you calling me so early in the morning?" Tempest said in a tired voice.

"Ms. Tempest! Turn on the news right now!" Grubber exclaimed.

Later on, the TV was on.

"According to an exclusive by Equestria Daily, the delegate of the Babel E&C victims' group had been embezzling donations for the past two years."

"What the hell is that!?" Tempest said.

Time passed, and Neighsay drove her to the police station and stopped in a screech. Tempest immediately got out and rushed inside.

"Detective, if you look closely..."

"Detective."

The plaintiffs were in delight when they noticed Tempest rushing inside.

"Ms. Tempest! Ms. Tempest, what should we do!? Help us!"

"What's going on?" Tempest said. Neighsay then rushed inside.

"Are you their lawyer?" A detective said.

"Yes. Did you arrest them because you have solid proof?" Tempest said.

"Proof...?" the detective said. He slowly stood up and placed half a dozen of pictures in front of Neighsay and Tempest. Each of them had a bunch of paper money and bits. "We've been bombarded with too much. We found cash everywhere from their cars and houses to the ceiling of their office."

Tempest picked up the pictures as she looked with a straight face. Neighsay then grabbed the pictures from her and took a look.

"They embezzled the donations." the detective said.

"Do you have proof of that?" Neighsay said.

"Him." the detective said, pointing at a stallion. It was the Babel E&C's treasurer. "The treasurer of the group confessed." he added as one of the plaintiffs gasped. "He said he was coerced into tampering with the book and had no choice."

"That's not true." one plaintiff said. "We're being falsely accused. We have nothing to do with this, okay?"

"We're innocent."

"We have absolutely nothing to do with this!?"

"You know us. We're innocent..." a plaintiff said, holding Tempest's hands. "Please help us. Please....We're being falsely accused. We're truly innocent..."

Time passed, and Tempest seemed weary as she sat down in the station's hallway. The same goes to Neighsay.

"Harshwhinny should work in the movie industry. SHe's an excellent screenwriter and a director." Tempest blurted in a serious tone. "And how could they blindly believe her lies?"

"Because the power of their lies grow with his powerful the person lying is." Neighsay said. Tempest heavily sighed as she looked up the ceiling. She then turned to Neighsay, stood up and walked towards him.

"They need to testify, but they won't be allowed to now." Tempest said.

"Even if they're allowed to testify, she'll just pray on them. That'll do us no good." Neighsay said.

"I guess the last witness we have is Mr. Golden Gavel who's hospitalized." Tempest said, and Neighsay responded with a nod. Suddenly, Tempest's phone started buzzing in her bag. She responded to the call, and it seems it's Grubber who is calling her. "Yes, Mr. Grubber."

"The court called just now." Grubber said.

"Our witnesses were denied?" Tempest said.

"Yes, that too. And Mr. Golden Gavel was denied as well." Grubber said.

"Mr. Gavel? Why?" Tempest asked. She then turned to Neighsay and turned on the call's speaker.

"They tested him for drugs and found small traces of meth. They need to investigate him." Grubber said.

"Methamphetamines?" Tempest said. Suddenly, the duo slightly smiled. "Talk to you later, Mr. Grubber." she said as she ended the call. She heavily sighed as she clapped joyfully. "Unbelievable! She made sure to put an end to everything. She must be part of the Mafia or something." she said.

"Even the Mafia don't do things like this these days." Neighsay said.

"Tempest." a familiar voice called. It was Flam. He waved at the as he walked towards them. Tempest looked at them in an unamused face.

"What? Are you here to gloat?" Tempest said.

"Come on. Don't be so harsh. I'm here to prepare for my briefing." Flam said.

"Then go do your job." Tempest said as she picked up her bag, and walked along with Neighsay.

"Tempest." Flam said. Tempest and Neighsay stopped and then turned to him. "Come back to Wingtip."

"Are you the boss?" Tempest said.

"I'm just relaying his message. He said you'll be given the same treatment as Ms. Harshwhinny." Flam said.

"I guess those giant hornets made him want me back." Tempest said. "Tell him no thanks.". As Tempest and Neighsay continued, Flam grabbed Tempest by her arm.

"Why do you waste your talents on such grueling cases? Why is Babel so important?"

"Why so serious?" Tempest said. "Why are you suddenly so serious?"

"Watching you suffer for no good reason is making me upset." Flam said as Tempest scoffed. "And...I don't appreciate the way you do things after you two joined hands."

"Flam. Remember what I told you before about crossing the line?" Tempest said.

"I'm just worried. Can't I do that?" Flam said.

"No, you can't. Just focus on your job." Tempest said, as she turned away from him and walk towards Neighsay. "Let's go back and look for a solution." she said as she walked off.

"Sir." Flam called. Neighsay stopped and turned to him. Flam slowly walked towards him. "I'd like to share...this one memorable saying. "Don't dig...your own grave."" Flam said, while Neighsay simply nodded. "I don't wanter her to be six feet under. And I don't appreciate you digging it for her. I believe you're a very smart person." Flam said as he brushed Neighsay's shoulders.

"And those who are smart know when to give up." Flam said. Neighsay simply smiled at him.

"Two things." Neighsay said as Flam nodded. "First, we are digging a grave. But it’s not for us. Second, it’s not about knowing when to give up. A smart person knows when their opponent is weak." Neighsay said as he started patting on Flam's shoulder. "Wingtip is teaching you well. You'll become a promising lawyer." Neighsay chuckled. "I'll see you next time." he said. Flam looked down and then back to him.

Neighsay smiled and immediately walked off. Flam's grinning look faded into a serious one.

Time passed, and both of them were out of the station.

"They murdered my dad, and now what? They want me back!?" Tempest said. "Those brazen bastards!"

"One is is easily humiliated when concerned." Neighsay said. Tempest slowly turned to Neighsay with a serious face.

"Hey. Can't you share some encouraging or hopeful words at times like this?" Tempest said.

"Hopeful words?" Neighsay said. "Right. "Giving up on a hopeless war will give you a new opportunity.""

In just a few milliseconds, Tempest bursted. "How is that hopeful!? Damn it. I'm so annoyed!" she said. "Whatever. I won't summon any witnesses. That's right. Everyone is alone in life." she said. Tempest then turned to him. "I was going to walk back and blow some steam. Get a cab or something." Tempest said as she suddenly cackled. She then walked off.

"All I need to do now is ramble by myself in court!" Tempest said. "What should I wear?"

--5 days later--

The day has finally come. The second hearing is going to commence. Caramel and Flam walked in the courtroom from the entrance. Flim noticed them, but something's weird. He seems to be sitting on the plaintiff's side of the courtroom. As they both walked down the aisle, Caramel made some space for Flam to enter in front and going to the defendant's table.

"Thanks, Boss." Flam said.

Caramel smiled. 'This can open in both ways."

"Hi, Tempest." Flam greeted. Tempest reluctantly waved at him and went back to her browsing.

"Are they summoning any witnesses?" Caramel said.

"Of course not." Harshwhinny said. "They were all denied."

"Okay." Caramel chuckled. When he turned top the other side, he gasped. There is a stallion covered in nets, holding a net. "My Celestia. What's that fishnet? Is it see-through?"

"The judge called in a bee expert just in case. He's been traumatized." Harshwhinny said.

Caramel chuckles, and suddenly notices Flim. "Chairman Farnum. Hello, sir."

"Go." Flam said.

"I'll sit here." Caramel said. "Okay."

"Once again, thank you in advance." Flam said.

"Well, Director Claude from Haernum will put an end to the hearing today...Sir." Harshwhinny said.

Flam nodded. "Good luck."

"Thank you." Harshwhinny said.

"All rise." a stallion spoke. Everyone rises up and looked at the judge. He seems to be in a good condition now. But something's strange...Neighsay and the tenants aren't present. The judge looked at the courtroom, trying to find something suspicious.

None was there and he immediately sat down.

"You may be seated."

Time passed, and Director Claude was in the witness stand.

"Therefore, the claims made by the plaintiff are absurd. None of them were healthy. They enjoyed smoking and drinking." he said. "And the other workers at Babel Chemicals were no different."

"That'll be all." Harshwhinny said, as she walked back to the defendant's table. Tempest silently drank the last drop of her water.

"All of your witnesses were denied. You don't have any additional witnesses to summon, do you?" the judge said.

Tempest turned to the judge and stood up. "Your Honor. I'd like to summon a special witness."

"A surprise witness?" the judge said.

"What is going on?" Harshwhinny said. The Wingtip side looked confused.

"Well...Do they have any information regarding the case?"

"Yes, Your Honor. He has concrete Information." Tempest said with a smirk.

"Then...First...Bring them in." the judge said.

"Come inside, my surprise witness." Tempest said. As the gates opened, everyone turned to the door and who they saw shock them. There were two stallions. One was releasing the handcuffs of the second stallion. Who was that second stallion?

It was Neighsay himself.

The Wingtip's side looked shock, and the Lawist's side had no idea of the witness. Neighsay walked in the aisle, and the judge might have never seen him before. Neighsay turned to Caramel and smirked at him as he stroke his mane. As he turned to Tempest, he looked like he tasted something bitter. The handcuffs might've been tight.

"This is Neighsay Cassano, my surprise witness." Tempest said. Neighsay shook his hand and blew his wrist. He then slowly raised his chin up, looking at the judge as he smirked.

What happened in the past few days?

NEIGHSAY

Author's Note

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