The History Of Comber!

Comber awoken with blood all over him. He was standing in the middle of the lobby inside the organization. He looked around to see lots of workers killed, some decapitated, spines ripped out of their bodies. What the buck happen here? Comber stared down at his hoof as it would have some indication to what happened here. Was this his doing? Who could've-!

"Well well well. Nice to meet you Comber. I hope you are more powerful than the rest of these ponies."

A pitch black colt approached Comber from the the shadows with a pony at his side, who was dangling on he ground being dragged by this all black colt.

"Who the buck, are you!?"

Comber yelled, asking the mysterious black colt who gave a devious expression to Comber. The wind felt so thin, as if there was little oxygen in the room. The black colt threw the green mane colt he was dragging by his mane at Comber, pointing a hoof at him, giving a pulse so powerful it blew the heart out of the colt. The colt flew lifeless up to the 5th floor. Comber was shocked how fast he killed that colt. He's the one who did this? Why? How did he blast the Colt's heart out with no magic at all? Who is he importantly? Comber got into his fighting stance; his composer calmed and collective.

"You think who am I. You wonder why. But you can not lie to me, because you'll die."

Comber was once shocked again. He can read his thoughts? Or was this his presumptuous guess? Doesn't matter. He's not going to let him kill him or threaten him with his intimation.

"You didn't answer my question. I asked who you are-!"

The black colt was already in front of Comber's face; keeping the same smirk he had on his face before. He's definitely not a worker from here. Comber never seen him before. Comber tried to move but couldn't.

(Why can't I move!")

"Simply my presence alone is the reason for that."

Comber looked at the colt with a tiny bit of fear. He pushed his emotions aside. He can break out of this so called *presence.*

"You can't hold me!"

Comber exploded a red aura around him. Teleporting away from the colt. He should be able to defeat this killer. Where's Blade? The black colt started confidently walking towards Comber with smirked as he knew exactly where he was. Comber stared at the colt; he was in disbelief and shock to see Granfer bowed. Comber eyes traced back to the black colt with purple black eyes with what seems to be red and black diagonally lines through them. The black colt extended a hoof out to Comber.

"Die. Traitor."

Comber skull exploded, brains splatting everywhere. Granfer got off his knee, smiling.

Comber awoken on his couch in his house. He was still stunned from having witness his own death. What the buck dream did Luna give him this time!? What a bitch. Comber stared out the window, thinking about the rest of today. Today seems just like yesterday. Hopefully Bullet doesn't almost stab him like yesterday. Comber walked towards his cape, walking to the left of the hat stand. He then made his way Upstairs to the bathroom, taking a shower. After he brushed his teeth. He then made his way back down stairs, walking towards his cape, putting it on as a magic mane dryer dried his mane. Even though the wind can do that if he ran to work, it's best not to leave Nome in the dust. The magic hair dryer disbursed as Comber turned to his couch, using a clean spell to completely clean the blood that dripped on the cushions and in between.

("Rest in peace, Archie.")

Comber felt sympathy for Archie, especially since he will eventually do the same thing. Makes him feel like a hypocrite, but better to survive if anything. Comber walked into the Zen garden, watering his plants, after he was finished with that, he walked outside and practiced punches. A martial artist must always keep up on his training otherwise you become dull and rusty. After Comber used his magic to repair the dummies; he walked inside, making his way to his weight room, deciding to lift some weights, and perform some exercises, such as running on a treadmill, push ups, squats, ect. After Comber was finished working out, he walked out of his gym. Whipping the sweat from his forehead; running on a treadmill at the maximum speed for like 30 minutes will do that to you. As Comber walked past the kitchen using a nutrition spell.

("It's time.")

Comber told himself, looking at his watch, turning it off after he was finished. The part time assassin opened his front door, closing it behind him as he locked it. When Comber turned around his face meet Nome's. Did he run here? He's faster than he'd remember.

"I assuming your mane is a reck because of running here Nome?"

"Yup. Trying to build my stamina and speed!"

Nome was enthusiastic this morning. Why would anypony be enthusiastic to go to this job unless you are a natural born killer which Nome is not. Comber walked passed Nome. Nome fallowed his lead. They both know they need to start walking to work otherwise you could be late and you don't want that at all.

"So anything new?"

"No."

"You always smell clean for a martial artist."

"That's because Nome... Just because we work up a sweat fighting doesn't mean we don't clean ourselves. Cleaning your body even if it's with magic is essential to the body."

"Agreed-!"

A loud scream was heard to their right, it was a mare. Comber could've guess from the other sound which was a colt what was going on. Beating up a mare because of their gender? Not a single pony even opened the door. Comber turned his eyes to the right, his eyes narrowing down onto the mare against the bottom part of the wall, slumped over, getting her face punched in by a colt, who looks like he better get to the organization. If he's late karma will get him.

"Are you going-?"

"Freeze, put your hooves in the air!"

Comber head turned to his right, watching as the blue, brown dotted colt who was beating on the mare was tackle after being tased in the back. Comber couldn't help but chuckled with a smile.

"What's funny Comber?"

"You do see what just happen? I said karma will get him and there it is."

"Oh, I get it."

The deputy with FDP on his uniform arrested the colt, heading towards the station, dragging him by his rear hooves. Comber and Nome was out of Flustered Town, when they heard hoof steps running behind them. Comber stopped, his back facing the oncoming pony.

"Freeze!"

("You gotta be kidding me?")

"Hooves to where I can see them!"

Comber applied what was told as he slowly turned around towards the deputy, two hooves up, before putting them back onto the ground. When the deputy saw who it was, it felt like it was 15 degrees in temperature going down his spine.

"Com-Comber!"

Nome was a little frightened at first, never being stopped by a deputy before. Comber gave a smirk to the deputy, who knew who Comber was. The other pony walking with him must be ponynapped. He was wondering why they didn't stop and help that mare getting her face getting beaten in, but now he knows why, his suspicion was right. Comber got into a squatting stance, causing the deputy to yell as he opened fires on him. Comber ran around the deputy, messing his golden brown mane up. Comber then grabbed the gun from the deputy, crushing it. The deputy grabbed his taser next, shooting it at Comber, who in what it seems like the taser was in slow motion slow motion moved to the right of the deputy, grabbing the prongs of the taser, pulling the taser out of his hooves, slamming the taser towards the ground, breaking it into pieces that nearly penetrated into the deputy, giving him a tiny bit of lacerations. Comber slowly walked in front of the deputy who backed away in fear. So this is Comber? This is who the station fears?

"I'll make this quick. Got places to be."

Comber coldly told the deputy, running at the deputy with speed the poor deputy couldn't react to. The deputy found himself lifted off the ground by his neck. Comber coldly stared into his eyes as his grip grew in strength. The deputy was afraid he was going to die from suffocation. He won't die here. He has a family to return home to.

"Where did the confidence go?"

"I'm-sorry! Please-!"

Comber grabbed the hoofcuffs from the deputy's pouch, putting them on his hooves diagonally; forcing him on his belly next. As he towered over him, their eyes met, red to blue.

"Never try that again, deputy... Erick. I will not be so merciful."

The deputy received a blow to his temple, knocking him unconscious. Comber then slowly walked towards Nome and past him. He had watched the whole ideal unfold. Comber really is amazing at disabling a pony.

"Let's run Nome."

Nome understood why they have to run as they been slowed down. He nodded his head, running with Comber towards the organization. Comber being the head leader of the two. Nome was running as fast as he could but was barely able to keep up. How is Comber that fast? Is he able to break the sound barrier?

"Wait up, Comber!"

Comber waited near the organization front doors, not so long after Nome made it there, taking in some breaths.

"Wow... You sure are fast... Comber."

"Thank you. I was nearly going half speed."

Comber chuckled. Nome felt embarrassed not being able to keep up with Comber, but then again this is Comber that he was running with. Of course he's way faster; he's not a normal pony? Nome faced the doors to the organization, ready to enter.

"Are you going enter or be late?"

"B-Blade!"

Nome turned around with a little fear. His eyes met with orange eyes. That's Blade, no doubt about it. Did he watch them run? Comber opened the big metal doors in front of them, letting Blade and Nome inside, then himself; after the big metal doors slammed. Welp if any pony arrives now, they're late. Blade walked passed Comber, turning around quickly to their surprise.

"What makes you hate this place Comber? I'm just curious?"

Comber walked towards the stairs, ready to go up them with a gloomed expression.

"We both know what it is Blade. Don't you want to be something outside the walls of this place?"

Blade grim expression went to a nostalgic one. He remembers studying to be a doctor, but that's was before disaster struck him.

"I once did."

Nome walked passed them, walking towards the cafeteria to his closet where he'll punch in.

"That something is far gone as a actual surgeon from this place."

Blade grimly told Comber. Comber had to ponder what Blade told him. If you try to archive your goal it's never 'far gone.'

"Don't let your dreams go to waste Blade. We both know you can still achieve them."

Blade gave Comber a smirk. Yeah, he could achieve them. Blade thought sarcastically. His job will never tolerate him saving ponies lives.

"Thanks. But I-!"

Comber ran at Blade, tackling him to the floor. Blade quickly push Comber off him. What the buck was that? A hug? No, Comber's not the one to give hugs. Blade remember watching Comber's eyes turned to the right like they saw something. That loud bang was a gun going off.

("I don't know who you think you are trying to kill me, but I promise you. I will make every legitimate in your body ache before your death.")

Comber ran to his unit, opening it, punching in not a moment too soon. Blade saw a glimmer of a silver barrel. Another shot was aimed at Blade. Blade's magic held the bullet in place, his orange aura allowing it to float. He closed his eyes, spotting the worker who was trying to murder him. Blade ran towards the killer, teleporting and evading the next shot aimed for his chest. Blade teleported behind the worker who was in a black jumpsuit. The worker quickly got up from his position, throwing a knife at Blade. Blade casually deflected the approaching weapon with his dagger, knocking it out of his hoof. The black jumpsuit unicorn ran, using a spell to increase his speed. Blade grew a grin as he teleported in front of the escapee.

"Now where are you going? Didn't you want to kill me?"

The killer took a gun from his pouch, aiming it at Blade. The sound of a shooting gun was heard once again. Blade used his magic aura again to catch the bullets, shooting them back at the hooves of the killer, knocking him down as Blade stomped on his head. The killer horn lit, l he was trying to perform another spell; Blade wasn't going to let that happen, quickly lifting the head up, stomping down on the horn, breaking it off. The colt yelled in pain as Blade picked him up. The colt watched as Blade lifted a hoof, burning the entirety of the suit masking his identity. That face was enough to cause a smile to slowly make it's way onto Blade face as if he was a filly at their own party.

"Well well... Aren't you a young catch? The red and green in your mane and tail, those patterns. Long time no see... Danion!"

Danion felt magic chains rip into his hooves, holding them stretched out. He yelled in excruciating pain. Blade gut punch him, then an uppercut to the face. Yelling is always annoying.

"Oh be quiet Danion. You brought this on yourself."

Blade grabbed his dagger, cutting open a hoof, causing Danion to yell once again with tears flowing down his checks. Blade had no sympathy as he extended a hoof out. Creating a stabler, Blade started stabling the mouth of the colt he's torturing shut

"There. No more yells. Only muffles like the dog you are."

Blade spun, cutting the limbs of Danion. Only tears was a sign this was hurting him, and the shakes of his body. Blade pulled Danion face towards his.

"Remember what I promised you? You will not die until I prove my promise."

Blade stuck a hoof on Danion's light brown chest. Feeling the racing heart beat. Blade took his hoof off, looking at Danion.

"Don't piss on this floor otherwise I'll make sure you won't be able to do it again."

Danion eyes shot open as he struggled against the chains. Everytime he pulled against the chains, the more tension that is applied. What is Blade!? These chains, it's no orange they're black, but his magic is orange. That doesn't make sense unless it's a trap.

"Good. Let's get started shall we? Ashame you aren't a pegasus, because I'll make a thunderstorm with the spectra of a gloomy rainbow out of you."

Danion only could yell mentally, his only way to cope with the incoming pain he's about to feel. What the buck was Spectra!? Blade making up words? Blade put his hoof on the exposed legitimate, pulling the bone slowly apart. Muffles escaped Danion mouth as he felt excruciating fiery pain. Tears formed as the hoof was slowly being pulled from it's joints and snapping tentions. Blade used more force, pulling the hoof nearly off. Danion wasn't going to die from blood lost. Blade used his magic to burn the veins and vessels of the hoof, allowing no blood to escape. Blade started on the other 3 joints; doing the same thing to them. He was ruthless, condescending about the process as he dislocated the hooves each by each.

("Celestia let his end! Pl-please!")

After Blade was finished, he gave a glare that acted like a pulse to the chest, stopping the heart. Blade extended both forehooves, stretching them completely out. All four limps of Danion being brutally dismembered, before Blade stabbed through him with a forehoof. After Blade was done the dismemberment he Disembowel Danion. Blade raised a hoof in Danion's last conscious eye.

"You will have your family join you too later. Say goodbye... You worthless failure."

Blade with a wicked expression burned the entirety of Danion body. The smoke disappeared in seconds, nothing was left besides blood and some intestines. Blade spun his dagger around, putting it back into his bag.

("Time to manage this place.")

Blade disappeared into the shadows, his cape flowing as he disappeared from sight.

"I see you both have already finished two of the blood types so far. Commendable efforts."

Comber was reviewing the creates and their contents. He saw blood on one of the creates. One was blood type +O guts and the other was for blood type +A organs. Comber quickly closed the lid of the creates, putting them into the cooler, shutting the door behind him, making a sound that was like a bang. Commer finished analyzing the other corpses, hoofing them off to Bullet to gut and harvest. Comber sat down at his desk, reviewing and filling out paper work, starting the day as the manager of his unit.

"Anything intriguing this morning Comber?"

Commer asked. Turning his unfocused head to Comber who gave him a quick look.

"Well a deputy stopped me and Nome."

Bullet turned his head to Comber. Intrigued by his words.

"Assuming you're still here and by what you are tell me. You killed him like the ones that raided this place?"

Comber chuckled. Commer really should be a detective; because they always jump to the quickest conclusion before investigatng more.

"You should be a detective Commer. No. I did not. He's just got hoofcuffed with his hooves diagonally."

"What do you mean diagonally?"

Bullet charmed in, picturing how that would look. Commer scoffed at Bullet for his question. Does he not know that diagonal means?

"It means he tied a rear hoof to a fore hoof not next to that hoof."

"Oh... Well... Never let Comber be a deputy. Hahaha!"

Comber ignored Bullet laughter. There's no way he could be a deputy especially after what he's done. Commer returned to his work, grabbing another corpse that smell would make Celestia herself vomit. It was a yellow mare with a cyan mane and tail. She was missing an eye. According to the autopsy, she had her eye spooned out for her looking at too much.

("Animals!")

Commer told himself, not letting the sight of the used to be alive pony in front of him. He took a deep breath, before extending her forehoof, poking a needle into the hoof.

"Alright, now it's time to push the blood to the surface."

Commer started pushing both forehooves on the deceased mare's chest, practically giving the corpse CPR. Commer pulled a device out to start blowing air into the lungs. Blood will have a hard time flowing with no O2 in the blood. After Commer got the blood samples he needed, he stopped CPR, taking the device that was blowing air into her mouth out, setting under the table gently. He then opened a testing kit, fallowing the steps the organization wants him to. This was their method of testing blood. The kit had a small circumstance inside it with tweezers, a meter, and two wires.

"Anything new after work Comber?"

Curiosity in Bullet's mind. Comber shook his head, returning to his work. Commer inspected the blood closer. After he tested it he realized who's blood it was. His blood from the sample he took and tested belongs to a pony named brantee. She was a mare that handle serving in a restaurant. That's sad she died. She was always a happy, generous mare who loved to see smiles on other ponies. What a monster who killed him. There's no wounds on the inside which means she probably wasn't killed by physical trauma. She probably digested some kind of toxicity. The nerves doesn't seem to be in their correct formation. Granted she being dead could have something but them looking like a cigarette fell on them, death doesn't explain that. This was no form of necrosis; somepony had poisoned her with some type of toxicity that seems like acid. The question is who and why? Why would somepony want to kill Brantee. She wasn't a pony to have ponies aim as a target. Something does add up to this murder theory. If it was the organization it would be the path to choose because they are the ones that pretty much kill, save and make. They would normally snap the necks of the ponies they want for harvest but her vertebrate showed no sign friction trauma. Commer inspected closer, repeating this process.

"Um... Commer? Are you alright? You been inspecting that body too long."

Bullet was starting to worry about Commer. Normally he's fast with testing but this time was slow. Why?

"Bullet? Don't you know who that is?"

Bullet looked closely, not remembering who this Mare was. Does Commer have a connection with her?

"I don't know. I could care less. The reason is you are holding me back for doing my duty!"

"Oh can it Bullet. We all know you can swiftly do the work here. Why are you impatient today?"

Comber finished stacking the paperwork into a small plastic container that was rectangular and had a gold lid. Now why the actual buck do they use gold for containers?

"I'm just want to get the work done."

"And that's a good attitude to have Bullet."

Comber chimed in, causing Commer to bat an eye at them both.

"Yeah if you want to have inconsistency. I prefer if you both focus on the work itself then being done on time. It's better to get it done perfectly than imperfect."

"Spoken like a true manager Commer."

"Comber! Don't let that smarty-pants talk to you like that; he's beneath your position."

Commer hoof palmed, sliding the hoof down his face pulling the skin with it momentarily.

("That's so immature Bullet.")

"No Bullet. You are incorrect. The rank of this place or position doesn't mean they will be incorrect because they're underneath your position. Common sense says Commer's correct."

"Thanks for your maturity Comber."

Commer praised, giving an erie eye expression to Bullet.

"Tsk. Whatever Commer."

Bullet scoffed. Annoyed at the fact Commer gotten away with what he said. Comber grabbed the last paper, seeing a golden line underneath it with a signature. Oh great another traitor, how unexpected. Why do these workers never take this place seriously? Too late now for this colt. Comber slowly got up, ready to go and hunt this colt named Jason Belle with a gray coat who was also a unicorn with a scar was over his eye and he had the default smug expression of a overconfident colt. He knew he'll have to handle this before lunch time. Why don't they learn? It'll be nice if they all would just choose the same day and the right time with him to leave. Too many snitches to trust any worker, especially a traitor. Comber slowly stood up, putting the paper in a drew after putting Jason belle's name into his watch.

"Hmm?"

Commer took notice of Comber's actions, assuming what he must have to do.

"Another traitor I presume Comber? Judging by how you got out of your desk chair and put the paper away with a shine to it, I assume you have a traitor to deal with?"

Comber wasn't surprised that Commer was able to read his intentions. He did get a A in physiology. What is Commer even doing though? It looks like an electric emitter. Lighting in a bolt form would be shooting back in forth between the panels. Comber didn't have time to find out. Maybe he's just studying how the flow of electrons work in lighting bolts? Comber walked towards the exit of the unit, opening the door and turning to his employees.

"Commer, make sure Bullet doesn't cause damage to the unit, especially the harvest organs."

"Understood sir."

"Hey I won't-!"

Bullet was cut of by the sound of the unit door shutting. He was kinda annoyed he's being treated like a filly. He's probably older than both of them. Ridiculous.

"Hey, make sure to finish the harvest Bullet and not stare at the door."

(Grr... Commer.")

Comber finished walking down the set of stairs, turning to the right towards the front entrance, ready to get out of this place even if it's for a a little while. Even as of now you can here the moans of a mare. What disguest. What are they doing? Comber stood in front of the big doors, grabbing a badge from within his cape, putting it up to the scanner, causing the big doors to open very slowly. The light of day shinned on him. Comber turned around hearing the steady steps of hooves. An familiar orange pony appeared at his side.

"Blade?"

"Comber?"

Both workers stared at each other, both having a silent expression before Comber broke the ice.

"You leaving too"?

"Nope, duty. Are you about to betray this place?"

Blade words echoed in Comber ears. Does he think that's what he's doing?

"Now why the buck would I do that Blade? It's not my style."

Blade smirked at Comber. He recalled Comber's father personalization when it came to duty. He rather give them a fighting chance then just no hesitation murdering them.

"You've been hired to kill a pony with a scar on their eye haven't you? His name is Jason Belle."

Comber was a little taken back Blade knew who he was going to kill. It's not too surprising before of his rank in this place. He's practically the head colt. The boss is Granfer. Comber looked at Blade with a concern expression.

"Weird. Yes I was."

Blade claimed, surprising Comber. Does that mean he's going to have to share the job with Blade?

"Well let's not waste too much time standing and talking."

"Couldn't agree more Comber."

Blade and Comber ran off to a Village called village. Comber was obviously faster than Blade, but Blade wasn't going to fall behind, increasing his speed even more, catching up to Comber. Who the buck name a village the same word that describes the population amount.

"This isn't a ruse to lure me out so I'll be a traitor Comber?"

Comber didn't like be called a traitor as he's on the job for this place so how the buck is he a traitor?

"Yes Blade, because I'd have access to the files. Not my style and you of all ponies should know that."

Blade and Comber decelerated their speed as they made their way into Village. Many ponies gave them a concern expression. Some was taken back by the sight of Comber. Who's that unicorn with him though? Is that his side kick?

"So what's the plan Comber?"

Comber wasn't sure yet; turning to his watch to see where Jason Belle was again. Was he home? Nope, seems not.

"He's moving into an dark ally way."

Blade smirked as he already knew exactly where Jason was going. What a fool, underground in a sew won't help him. Comber and Blade walked into the ally.

"Freeze!"

A deputy was behind Comber and Blade. This was an ambush. A set up to get Comber arrested? Not really colt like to do. Comber turned to faced the deputy behind him. Blade faced the one behind them. The one behind Comber was a pegasus when the one behind Blade was a unicorn. Jason was spotting by Comber, chuckling. Did Granfer know this was going to happen? Is that why Blade was sent along? Seems excessive.

"Don't-!"

"I'll give-!"

"Get down on your rear hooves!"

"These deputies have a death wish?"

Blade was a little annoyed getting cut of by the authorities, he responded to the blue unicorn with a gun and badge as a cutie mark.

"I said-!"

Blade extended a hoof out, swinging it, knocking the gun out of the deputy's hooves. The gun flew against the wall. The blue unicorn was in shock, quickly using his magic to grab the gun.

"Celestial cancel."

The blue unicorn's horn stopped illuminating with magic, his gun dropped. The pegasus deputy was going to let Comber get away with whatever he just did. The white pegasus looked at Comber, aiming for his side, attempting to shoot his taser into Comber. Comber dodged to the side, grabbing the taser prongs.

"Fool."

Comber pulled the taser out of the deputy's hooves, throwing it down on his head, knocking him down to the ground; after running towards him. The blue unicorn frantically pick his gun up and shot at Comber. The bullets was stoped by Blade.

("What?")

The deputy thought. Even magic itself has a hard time stopping fired bullets. This doesn't make sense! Blade deviously smirked at the deputy, swiping his hoof at the deputy. The deputy felt a bullet go into his chest, through the esophagus. Blood oozes from the deputy's mouth. Comber slammed the other deputy's head into the blue solid brick walls. The deputy's head was bleeding but this didn't discourage Comber. After Comber lifted him by his chest, he threw him into the trashcan, causing the lid to fall onto his face. Blade walked over to the trashcan, gently putting the blue unicorn in the trashcan. Comber turned back to where Jason Belle could've went. Blade took the lid off the other deputy's face, putting it on the trashcan; after Blade swiftly slit the throat of the unconscious pegasus leaning unconscious against the trashcan. The slit fast and precise not a drop of blood got onto the dagger.

"Both of you should've stayed home today."

Blade told the near death pegasus, who could only give a slight glare at Blade with his eyes nearly closed and drifting into lifelessness. Comber watched as Blade made his way back to his side, staring in the same direction as well.

"Do you know where he went?"

Comber turned to his watch, tapping it to see the location of Jason Belle. He's running still?

"Yes, he's even farther from us. He's running down the all-!"

Blade was gone with a flash, concerning Comber. Did he have to teleport? What a waste of stamina and magic. Comber ran towards Jason's location. When Comber arrived he found himself with Blade again, staring coldly at Jason who has his back against the wall, frightened because of Blade's presence. Comber didn't help Jason's emotions with his presence either. He walked to the side of Blade, causing Jason Belle to get on his hooves. This act wasn't confusing to Comber. The part time assassin had many ponies attempted to save their own hides by begging. What a disgrace Blade thought.

"Begging won't save you... Jason Belle."

Jason Belle got up, moving his head around, attempting to find an exit path. Comber is known to catch his victims, and Blade is known to be a monster, who can be swift at killing his victims or torturing them with the knowledge he has on pony anatomy. Both colts together are a nectarous team. Jason Belle pulled something he was holding behind him. He walked closer to Blade, acting as he was going to surrender. When the time was right he struck, attempting to stab a cleaver into Blade's neck from the left, practically attempting to decapitate him. Blade dodge the attack. Comber didn't move as the cleaver made it was passed his nose. Kinda tickles Comber thought. Blade wasn't going to stay still like Comber. With quick speed Blade punch the nose of Jason Belle, grabbing the cleaver from his hooves with telekinesis, using that ability to pulse Jason into the wall his hide was against. It felt like something had punctured his back. Comber heard a thud, walking pass Blade. Blade wasn't going to take his job.

"Wait Comber. I have a better Idea."

Comber was curious what Blade was thinking as Blade picked the cleaver up. Blade hoofed the kitchen instrument over to Comber who inspected the craft of the kitchen gadget.

"I think it would be... Interesting to see how Granfer would handle this traitor."

Comber's ears perked up from the response. This wasn't what they were hired to do. Why did idea come to mind? Blade used his magic to pick up Jason Belle, turning to Comber with a smirk. Blood dripping from the back of Jason, it wasn't much as the wound wasn't too deep, only through the second layer of skin, near the dermis

"I like to complete my job Blade."

"Our job Comber. I honor that attitude to get your work done, but let's just return him. Granfer as an good way of picking these fools apart."

Blade turned to Jason who slowly was getting up. He shook in fear from Blade's words. No he ain't going back to that organization!

"I'll... I-I will not go back to that horrible place!!!"

Blade cancelled his magic. This could be interesting. Seems the run away dog still has some bite left. Jason Belle pulled his knife from underneath his teared up black jacket, running at blade next. Blade saw the attack incoming, getting into a stance with his left forehoof out in the air over his head.

"Not going to use your magic or abilities Blade?"

Blade smirked at Comber's comment. He's definitely like his father. The next thing he'll probably tell him is that what warriors do, or something like that. Blade dodged the knife, quickly getting a punch to the side of the face. He grabbed the forehoof with annoyance, slamming Jason onto the ground, pulling his cape off. Jason escaped from Blade's grasped, scooting out of his cape. He pulled a gun from the waist holder. He shot above Blade, which caused a pony to fall dead from the apartment railing above. The corpse tumbled it's way down towards Blade who dodged the corpse, brains splatting everywhere in the ally. Comber was angered by the fact he didn't shoot it directly at Blade but at another living pony, a mare that was just hanging her clothes up on the clothing lines of her apartment.

("Tsk! This is one good reason why I use a dryer! Don't hang clothes up from the side you're hearing a fight pursue! Especially if you hear yelling that sounds like rage.")

Blade jumped off a dumpster, attempting to kick Jason in the scar eye. Jason dodged, pulling his gun out again, ready to blow Blade's brains out.

"Die!

Blade eye narrowed. He was serious, no more games. Bullets was fired in Blade's directions, hitting the painted bricks behind him. Blade was teleporting with speed around Jason. Jason quickly was punched in the face, then stomach, jaw and his lower back. Jason used his right forehoof to pull the trigger of his gun after the attacks.

("What where-!")

"Aughh!"

Jason suddenly felt blood rushing down each hoof. He heard four bangs, so that means-! Blade threw the gun at the wall watching it break to pieces, the spring nearly grazing Comber's face. Comber kept a stirn look on the battle. Jason fell to the ground, his hooves no long able to help him stand from the joints being shot through. Blade walked over Jason, stepping on his back as he made his way around to Jason's face.

"Typical traitors. You are all the same. I will survive with my weapons but never think the pursuing pony won't dishoof you of your weapon. Hope you're ready to return to the organization as a patient to a pharmacy, however you won't be frequently visiting. Hahaha!"

Blade used his unicorn magic to pick Jason belle up, shocking him unconscious as he walked towards Comber. He was teleporting without using magic. So what could he being using? Martial magic? Demon magic? Or was it just an ability of his?

"Ready to return?"

Blade asked Comber who had an unsure expression on his face before returning his expression to normal, then that of business.

"You wouldn't like it if I said no."

"I'll have to kill you."

Comber gave Blade a serious glare.

"Your fear tactics don't startle me a bit. I've suffered what you have done to ponies just to get use to the pain. Kill me if you can actually defeat me."

Blade walked to Comber's side then past him.

"That's the thing Comber. I don't want to have to kill you or even fight you. You're a valued member of the organization. You are 2 to the lungs to the organization."

Comber ran as Blade did. Both leaving the ally.

"So does that make you the heart since they are a good combinated pair?"

Blade chuckled. Comber's serious sarcasm can be humorous at times.

"Well not the one to brag but I do keep the place flowing, as a heart would with blood."

"Alrighty Blade. Don't even say Granfer is the brains, I know."

Blade snickered.

"I guess you're right. Focus on the town we're entering."

Comber and Blade zoomed through Flustered Town, causing the tumbleweeds to give chase in their direction. Blade burned the wounds that was left on Jason for him not to leave a trail of blood back to the organization before they left that ally. The magic was silent not even Comber noticed.

"Have you been to Los Pegasus Comber?"

"Only on duty. I've nearly been around the entire Equestria map."

"Presumably on duty. Yet always returns to Flustered Town?"

"Would you not return to your house?"

Blade smiled as he remember his family and foal. She's probably fully grown now. Only if-!

"What in the buck is that landing on the organization roof?"

Comber looked up towards the roof from Blade's comment. It looked like it's a rocket.

"I'll say it's some way of making a cheap rocket."

Blade and Comber accelerated towards the organization. Blade a little concern about that suppose rocket. Is their another traitor? Couldn't be. It was landing. If this is a employee that's late. This late I'll remind you! Blade will-!

"Don't you need a license to be certified to ride one of those?"

Comber asked as Blade slowly shook his head. They both were at the front doors of the organization. Blade walked towards the office with Granfer, Comber fallowing. Jason woke up, asking where he was. It had hit him like a ton of breaks. As sun is day so was this place. He was back in the organization. Was they giving him a second chance?

Granfer was sitting at his desk, sipping a cup of latte coffee. The door opened slowly, causing Granfer to turn his head towards the direction to find his two best workers are back.

"Blade and Comber? Wait a minute? Was their a mix up because one of the floor managers will get another load of work if is."

"Um... Kinda."

Blade said looking back at Comber. The smell of this room makes the other ones smell like garbage. Comber thought.

"We brought something or someone back on Blade's request."

Granfer using thr left corner of his eyes clicked on a file, saving the data on his computer.

"Well. Show me this someone. I expect a traitor. Is he dead?"

When Granfer saw Jason he laughed. Jason's eyes blinking as if he was innocent.

"You brought me this hide?"

"Indeed. I figured what I'll let you do to him."

Comber was anxious for Jason as what would Granfer do to him if he became traitor? Granfer got up, walking past Jason, Comber and Blade. Granfer quickly pulled a razor blade from the brown table on the right, quickly swinging it at Jason's horn, severing it. The horn hit the ground as Jason Belle yelled in pain as blood gushed from his horn. How did Granfer do that with one clean swipe?

"Fallow me Blade. Comber if you want to you can but if not go head back to your unit."

"Blade and Granfer walked out of the office. They would surely have Nome clean later. Comber fallowed Blade and Granfer towards the another room that had a red gold plate on the door. All it said was Malice. The whole time to the room Jason yells echoed off the walls. Blade put him on the table in the room once it open. The table automatically strapping him down. This room looked small on the outside but the inside was huge and red lit. Was Blade messing with him knowing he might betray them? Spike his curiosity to see how Granfer would react if he became traitor. The metal restraints felt like cold needles borrowing into his skin. Definitely designed to feel that way. A table that was metal was holding tools on the right side of the left aide of the colt. Granfer made his steps towards the table. When Jason saw the tools he began to struggle against the restraints.

"No! Please let me go! I-I! I promise I will never ever think of doing this again!"

Granfer grabbed a scalpel with barbed blades on it. Jason looked into granfer's eyes. They were cold, not showing any sign of forgiveness.

"You know what happens when you throw your mallet against the organization? We send our bigger one down on you."

Granter cut into the left hind leg, causing Jason to yell in pain as blood gushed from ye wound. It felt like burning sensations going through his body with every cut made. Muscle was cut away as so was ye nerves. Each by each was surgically cut from their attachments. It was only when he scalpel hit the bone when Granfer pulled it out. Stabbing it again. Granfer began cutting the flesh away from the bone so he could get a better view. Tears poured down Jason's checks, landing on Granfer's hoof.

"I'm-I-I-I... Please, make this quick! I rec-ongized th-the flaw of-le-leaving! Argh!!!!"

Granfer took a drill, placing it over the bone. Blood was practically dripping on the ground making a flowing stream near Comber's hooves. This was disgusting Comber thought. Jason panted, hyperventilating from the incoming pain.

"Pathetic."

Blade grimly said to the anguish pony. Snot leaked from Jason's nose. His tear ducts at work like never before. What could he do? He's powerless. He closed his eyes in acceptance.

"I'm-so-sorry."

Granfer ears perked up. He could give him a second chance... Yeah, no. He needs to die and what a better way to die is by having your heart removed. Granfer drilled into the bone. Making a loud crunchy sound. The drill after making it's way through the bone extended it's circumference. The drill was then yanked out of the bone. With enough force to split the bone in two down the middle. Jason yelled as loud as he could, his eyes clearly showing blood vessels from the pain. He was feeling light headed. Any more of that level of pain and he'll fall unconscious. He held back his vomit. Comber watched as Granfer took pliers from the metal tray, placing them into Jason's mouth, pulling his tongue out. He held it with the pliers, locking them in place as he made his way to the left side of Jason's head, looking down at him.

"You put this on yourself Jason Belle. I can deduct your understanding of the situation now. You look at me with an eye closed as I should feel bad. You wanted freedom? Here it is. Pain comes with the freedom. Death is always painful, if not for the pony, then to the ones who knew them.

"No pain no gain."

Blade added on. Ain't that true Comber the thought. Granfer put his hooves on the mandibles, ready to push down and make Jason Belle bite his tongue clean off.

"Hope you ready never to taste again. Not like you will after you leave this room."

Granfer coldly spook. His words was like the ice sickles on a roof on a chilly day.

"Say Ahh."

"Ah-!"

Granfer made Jason bite down jard on his tongue, causing him to convulse in anguish. His mouth opening, revealing the damage to the tongue, it was nearly cut in two. Granfer grabbed Jason by the forehead, making him lean his head towards his body as not to allow him to suffocate on his own blood so the torture can continue. Jason was grabbed by his mane roughly.

"Look at me you useless traitor."

Those words hit Comber in the chest. He's going to get the same treatment if he fails. Maybe... No, there's no room for failure or to continue on staying here. When the time comes, he will succeed; if he fails this would ironically be the room for him. Granfer grabbed another instrument off the metal table, placing over the next hoof he will break. He sliced the flesh and muscle apart, revealing bone. He started carving the bone, scraping off the layers and nerves of the bones. Tears was streaming down his checks once more. Granfer wasn't going to let emotions help calm this betrayer. Without warning slashes was made onto Jason's face, under the eyes where tears once flowed. Jason was terrified. It's true he's done a ton of terrible things but he doesn't deserve this death. Celestia let it end. He prays for Celestia to help him. The tool was placed on the bone, before a hammer came down, stabbing it into the bone. A cracking sound could be heard as fractures produced down the middle of the bone.

"Sto-pp! Ple-ple-please!

The tool was pulled out of the wound and placed back onto the tray. Granfer expression was a mix of disappointment, sympathy, and hatred. He got into Jason's face.

"Would you rather Blade continue this torture then? I'm sure he'll make you wish it was me."

A smile grew on blade's face, not to be unrecognized by Comber. Jason did his best to mutter words but they sounded unrecognizable. Jason Belle responded with a head movement to the left and right. A frown grew onto Blade's face. He really wanted to teach this cry baby a lesson.

"That's what I thought? You knew the consequences before betraying us, so now you will suffer the death you thought you could avoid."

Jason attempted again to break free, by squirming his hooves. It was to no avail, he was trap, and he's forehooves feel like they are stabbing with molten in the part that was broken. Even if he did find away to get free. Blade and Comber are still a huge problem. He doesn't have the wil or stamina to continue on anyway. Granfer isn't known to be hooves on; which is why this was a surprise to Jason. It was over and Jason knew it. What can he do. Maybe he should just pray again in his mind; at least that way he can find peace before he dies a brutal death he presumes. Jason closed his eyes in acceptance, he can't escape. He felt the same things done to his front hooves. He was paralyzed, not being able to walk a distance without a walker; even then it would be the hardest challenge yet. Granfer shook the blood off the scalpel, putting it gently on the tray before speaking again.

"You may assume I'm a heartless monster... Jason. Compared to Blade... I'm just a normal killer. He's top in that department."

"Um... Thanks sir."

Jason opened his eyes slightly to look at Blade's response. He was giving a cold glare by the orange colt. A glare that would warn him not to beg. He's already looked at as trash, so what's the point as even getting mercy? Knowing Blade he'll kill him himself and cover it up. Granfer grabbed the scalpel again, putting the cold blade against Jason's chest. Jason started to breath heavy. Was he going to... Get gutted alive? Granfer performed an incision down to the bottom abdominal region, grabbing pliers as he set the scalpel down. The pain was to serve for Jason's mind to even think of anything to say, he was already praying. Hopefully Celestia forgives him of his crimes. He tried to do the right thing but failed; he failed to leave this place, and the authorities are too afraid to confront this place directly. Only if he was here on his the day the authorities raided the organization. Why don't Celestia send the military? If she heard his prayer, as a goddess she would know his location, she would know what's going on. Why refuses to act? After the pliers was firmly placed on the flaps of flesh , muscle and skin, Granfer pulled them apart, revealing the rib cage and guts. Jason's heart felt like it was going to beat out of his rib cage. Granfer noticed the heart beating as he grabbed a saw with crooked teeth off the metal tray.

"Bones are like wood here. They give us a profit, even if it's rare."

Jason could feel the ribs being sawed. The dust from his bones relased into the air. Once Granfer had repeated the process to all ribs, he did the same to the sternum of the rib cage, he then plucked them apart, throwing them across the room. Comber moved his head to avoid a piece. This was all planned by Blade to show Comber what would happen to him if he became traitor. Comber just knows that's what Blade wanted. Blade knew what Granfer was going to do, Comber wasn't an idiot, pieces was put together, but the real question was... Is Granfer in on it too? So far it would seem. The ribs was gone, exposing the heart and lungs, as well as other parts.

"Your fear won't go unrecognized Jason. You will see what happens to you."

Granfer stated as he walked behind Granfer, grabbing clips of the tray, he put them on the eye lids, pulling them open. Granfer grabbed a noose, tying it around the clips, which felt like they would snap at any moment. The noose was tied to a metal turbine. Jason learned the hard way after trying to squeeze his eyes shut with little energy he had left. Once he attempted, he felt his eye lids nearly ripped open, blood leaked from the sides of the eyes, the parts that was teared. Granfer walked to the left of Jason, causing his heart rate to increase with every step. Granfer punched Granfer in the gut, nearly making him spit up some of his food. He could taste it in his mouth.

"Talk about a gut punch. Haha."

Jason Belle wanted to reply but lacked the energy to do so. His confidence of surviving has been diminish; that's why he prayed. No matter how hard you try to prevent death, you simply can't. Jason face grew a very dim smile. The smile was cut short by Granfer, who slapped Jason across the face. using a his magic from his hoof after to grab a piece of metal that had been conducting energy near a fire place. Granfer placed the rectangular piece of metal that seemed to have rusted on to the face of Jason belle. Jason Belle immediately screamed in high waves of pain as his face was made unrecognizable. Granfer burned the skin, the muscles and lips of the face. Granfer took the metal off his face once the scorching hot metal died to room temperature. Granfer then picked it up with his hoof, hitting the piece of rectangular metal across Jason's face, stopping once the instrument had hit him from all angles of his face. Jason could no longer scream. His limbs that once struggled against the hoof metal restraints ceased all movement. Granfer wasn't going to be fooled, this trick may have work on naive parents with kids not wanting to go to school but with him... It will never. The torturer looked down next to see the heart and lungs in the process of keeping the tortured colt alive. Granfer shocked Jason directly through the heart, knocking him from his unconsciousness. When jason awoken, he was shocked, his eyes was bloodshot. He had drifted into a knock out state from the pain? Even with his eyes open? His pupils went in the direction where he can only here Granfer's voice, but couldn't make out any of the words Granfer made. Comber did, they were cold, heartless, and vile. Granfer grabbed a scalpel, holding it near the face of Jason Belle. The cold intimidating metal touched the jaw of Jason, making it's way around the face, not leaving a single cut, as it was a mental scare tactic. All Jason could do was mutter, and trembled as the instrument teased his face with endothermic energy. It felt good but at the same time took some melted muscle with it. Granfer was sure to clean it off before continuing.

"I will have to cut the mesentery to pull the intestines from their restraints. Good thing I got a lot of time on my hoof."

Granfer spooked his next action, looking at a clock in the room next, then back at Jason. Jason Belle couldn't understand him, as the pain, and damaged to him as nearly made him incoherent. All Jason can hear was a beeping sound. Was he going to take his eyes? His mind was a fragment of what it used to be. The pain, the onslaught of death, his guts all exposed. So this is how all of the victims of this horrible merciless place felt. Granfer was at the bottom of Jason, placing his scalpel over the abdominal region.

"You got guts kid, too bad... Once I'm done, you be a mare."

The scalpel made a loud splash as it went into the intestines. Granfer leaned over him, moving the intestines around. Jason could feel the hooves inside of him. He had to fight back the urge to vomit. Granfer pulled the intestines half loose, tying them around the heart and lungs; instantly giving Jason imaginable chest pain and breathing problems. He was going to die, he was going to squeeze his life out of his body with his own guts.

"This is the price all traitors pay. Thanks for serving your and our God."

Granfer eyes stared into Jason's dilated pupils. The cold glaze sent shivers down his spine. Comber could feel the fear in the atmosphere. Jason Belle smirked with little energy left at Granfer. He was accepting his fate. The grip on the intestines harden, as Granfer pulled on them, causing the lungs to collapse and the heart to burst. After the blood had spurted on Granfer and nearly on Comber and Blade. Both colts didn't back away from the onslaught, knowing the blood won't reach them. Granfer took the intestines, putting it in the mouth of Jason Belle, making him eat his own feces as he opened a part of the intestines. After leaving him in that position. He then made his way to Comber after putting back down the tools to their specific layout.

"As I recall you used to be just as brutal. Good job Comber, you too Blade. This was a lesson for the newcomers."

Granfer pointed a hoof past Comber, causing the part time assassin to trace the hoof back to a camera. It was blinking red. Was this all plan? When and how did it turn on? Is it motion or sound detection? Was it already active? Comber eyes went back to Granfer's with a unsettling glaze.

"So this was a set up then?"

Granfer walked towards the exit door, ready to leave a certain subordinate to clean up his mess.

"Not intentionally. I did want you to kill him Comber, but using that useless traitor as an example for any potential betrayers. That's a bonus and it at least gives his death a purpose for education. Come now, Blade and Comber. I think it's best we all get back to work and not stand around any longer."

Granfer opened the exit door with a cold breeze shooting inside from the air pocket the door made. Comber nodded his head; making his way towards the door, Blade fallowing him out, then Granfer. The door was shut, with only 2 other colts with keys to open it. Comber walked past Granfer, his cape swaying near his face.

("Trying to tickle my nose Comber?")

Comber was already up the stairs, rushing back to his unit. That torture he just witnessed definitely leave scars mentally; but for Comber he'll brush it under the carpet, after all, he was just as brutal when it comes to his rage and his past. Blade walked aside Granfer. Both colts watching Comber enter his unit through the railing.

"So... Did you think that showed him what happens to traitors?"

"Well that is the reason I suggested this. Haha. What's on your agenda for today?"

"Hmm... Terminating you Blade, you-!"

Blade was behind Granfer with a glimmer of red in his eyes. Granfer instantly turned around, unfazed, but understanding.

"Okay. I get it, you're not the joking type. The normal. I'm a busy colt."

Blade scarfed at Granfer's response.

"Pfft. This is coming from the colt who watched a play?"

Granfer chuckled.

"Hey. Everypony has free time."

Blade was once again at the side of Granfer, both colts eyeing he organization down.

"Alrighty Blade. I think it's best if we got back to work. We don't want to slack off and leave a bad example for our unit now right?"

Blade scoffed at Granfer words. Those workers know damn well what they doing. They done it for so long, it's not even a question of experience nor IQ on the job. They already know what they need to do perfectly and fastly.

"Catch you later sir."

Blade after putting in his goodbyes was gone in a flash, leaving Granfer alone to think.

("At least he used a spell this time, and not just vanished like a vigilante.")

Granfer slowly made his way back to his office, thinking of the next of his duties he'll complete.

As Comber entered the unit, with his back turned to his unit workers, he heard the rush of hooves behind him as he shut the door quietly. He turned around to see Bullet and Commer with hooves on their desk, with guilty smiles.

"Okay... What did you both do now?"

Comber turned to his desk, spotting a leg about to give in. As he inspected closer by walking towards it; he noticed there was a cut mark. Was this on purpose? Something had hit it. Precisely sliced it. But what?

"So, how did this happen?"

Comber body was turned to his workers, a hoof stretched out towards the broken leg. Comber eyes locked with Bullet's. As already blaming him.

"Are you!"

"Yes."

"You did."

Both Comber and Commer replied with a yes.

"How'd he do it Commer?"

Commer cough, before giving his response.

"By throwing a razor Blade."

"Throwing a razor Blade?"

"Hmp, snitch."

"I already know who did it Bullet. Now what I liked to know is how you threw the razor at such a speed and accuracy to slice the table leg?"

"Um..."

"The razor Blade accelerated off of other objects, hitting into your desk leg."

Commer snitch again. Next time the razor Blade will be aimed at his eyes. Bullet stood up from his desk, keeping his guilty smile.

"I'm sorry Comber. I'll pay for it."

Comber chuckled at Bullet response. Commer hoof palmed. Comber's horn illuminated with magic. The magic grabbed the dust off the ground, putting it back into the leg, then fixing it nearly as good as new. Comber cancelled his magic, walking to his desk, sitting down and staring at Bullet.

"Don't worry about it. Don't do that ever again. If Blade or Granfer saw that, you would get a scolding. You potentially could've killed Commer you know?"

Bullet sat down at his desk, turning around at the back of the chair, ready to respond.

"Understood sir."

Bullet replied as he turned around, putting his head on his stained bloody desk. Comber finished the piled up paperwork on his desk. The paperwork took a little but after finishing he did a stretch as he stepped away from his desk. Comber walked around the unit checking and fixing any out of place materials and fixtures. After he finished organizing his unit, he peeked his head over Bullet's snoring head.

"Wake up!"

"Ah! Huh!?"

"Hahaha!"

Commer watched Comber sneak up on Bullet. That's what Bullet deserves. Bullet blinked his eyes like a robot, before slowly itching his head. Bullet face was nearly touching Comber's Comber's face. He was a tiny bit scared and embarrassed.

"I-I-! Nevermind you caught me. Good managing skills Comber."

Comber just glazed at Bullet. Was he trying to sweet him up for lesser punishment? He's not going to be punished anyways so what's the use?

"Okay?"

Comber turned to Commer who was at his desk, his face see through a test tube. The test tube changed color, first from red to some type of green toxicity.

"Now what are you doing with your free time?"

Commer took a glance back at Comber, then back at his test tube, squeezing another drop as he used his magic to write the data down. With a sigh Comber walked back to his desk, opening the drew to it. He pulled out a tiny scalpel, picking the next lock down with it. He grabbed a familiar book out of the drew, placing it on his desk. Dust went flying off; causing Bullet who was drifting about in his mind to cough.

"*Cough!* What the heck?"

Comber opened a book, reading the words in his mind. Some pages had pictures. Commer noticed this, halting his experiment to see what was Comber reading. He looked at the cover which only had a weird symbol, one that belonged to a warrior clan of Kino back in Equestria. Commer Made a smoothing sound as he snuck up behind Comber from his left side.

"So... What you reading?"

Comber gave Commer a glare before sighing. He swears Everytime some pony pick up a book and starts to read; the action is an attraction for Commer as a fly to light. Commer read some of the pages, having a clue what this book was about.

"So this is fundamentals and the history of martial arts in Equestria."

Commer couldn't believe he got it mixed up with that clan. Of course, they were Southeast of Equestria, and died far long ago. What's wrong with him? Comber wouldn't be part of that clan right?

"So it's telling you how each moves impacts parts of the pony body? That a big book. How much do you think it weighs?"

Comber gave a smirk to Commer, reading the final page of a chapter and turning to the next page; placing a unicorn horn as a bookmark there, closing the book and putting it back in the drew, locking it up. He put the scalpel back in it's respective container.

"Yes to your question. If you don't know how your moves impact the body of ponies, then you could mistakes or even kill them."

"True. Wouldn't it matter if that pony, for example: had corrupted RNA from a parent?"

"You mean if they are mutated? I guess it would, especially if it's a overgrown part of their body. But you better get back to your desk and put a cork on that tube."

"Huh! Oh crap!"

Commer quickly made his way back to his desk, doing what Comber suggested. Comber watched as Commer sat down in his chair, pulling it in. Bullet saw the whole ideal, what was this? Book club? He watched as Comber looked down at his desk with his hooves on it, then back at him.

"Well finished the harvest of blood type O- and O+. Any other assignments sir?"

Comber picked up the current assignment sheet in front of him, reviewing it for a mistake. There isn't a mistake here. Comber slowly got up, standing in front of his desk with the chair pushed out behind him.

"Yes, Blood type O and... Well..."

Comber made his way to give the assignment to Bullet; who with not a second thought, took it and reviewed it.

"Is there a reason why they want like 4 anaconda intestines?"

Commer smiled as the reaction he got from the test tube was satisfactory. He decided it was time to help Bullet out after hearing the question Bullet just asked Comber. Bullet dangling hooves touched the ground with nervousness. Where are the bodies as for this? Comber looked over Bullet, seeing his expression is that of a worried filly.

"If you are wondering how long you got, it's not to short or long. Commer would assist you as he's done with his work."

"That's right."

Commer made his way to Bullet's area from the right. Both colts gave Bullet a reassurance smile. Bullet sighed.

"Fine. Thank you Commer and Comber."

When he turned to both colts, Comber was already making his way back to his desk. Commer was just staring at him, with some sort of tool. Is that to aid him with his work. Was that tool going to help him with his work?

*Knock knock!*

Comber got up from his desk, walking towards and opening the door.

"Yes?"

"Delivery for unit 25."

A colt said with a grin, he was brown with hay yellow eyes. His coat was brown with black vest on with red vertical stripes on it. Could've been blood Comber thought. Seemed to be dried and used as some form of art. Disgusting Comber thought. A clipboard was hoofed to Comber.

"Sign here please."

Comber took the clip board and pen with magic, signing his signature after take a close read. What a coincidence he thought. Comber took the clip board from the delivery pony's minted mouth, using his magic to hold it in place as he held the pen in his left hoof as he signed it.

"Here you go. I'll leave the mangler right here with the creates to make it easier."

"Ok...ay?"

Comber stepped out of the unit for a quick second to grab the mangler by the handles. Once he did he staarted pushing it over at an angle before pushing it into the unit, shutting the door as he entered his unit. Comber left the creates on the mangler at the front of the unit door. Bullet could already guess what it was.

"Let me guess, this create is a contrast to what we were talking about?"

Comber opened the lid of the first create after slowly removing it from the other two. The smell reeked like shit and death. Comber proceeded to walk the create over to Bullet who watched, attempting to peek into the create. His nose caught the stench; causing the gray mane colt to gag.

"Why does it smell like that!?"

Comber set the create behind Bullet, who got up and looked at the create. Looked like noodles was inside the bags, wait they were intestines. Bullet couldn't hold his gags back. If it wasn't for him holding his throat he was surely going to vomit. Commer pulled a device out, it automatically sprayed at a fast speed, attempting to help eliminate the order.

"What the actual buck smells Comber!?"

The unit manager was getting ready to speak, but was cut off by Commer.

"There's two logical reasons on the smell. To put it simply when cells die, tissues die, as well as muscle fibers. So if there's only intestines in there? Then your 'shitty' zmell is explained. Intestines hold the waste of our bodies after eating, and eventually release it out the other end from which it came."

Bullet stood up, walking towards a metal cabinet and opening it, quickly grabbing PPE. It strapped on his face nicely.

"Sorry, I needed a mask if I'm working with these crap."

"Gloves?"

Comber and commer said in union. Bullet sighed, rolling his eyes before heading back to the cabinet and strapping gloves onto his forehooves before making his way back to his desk. Bullet sat on the floor right of his desk where Comber scooted the create that was giving the shitty stench. Luckily the smell was being filtered by the mask otherwise he might have vomited all over the floor. Celestia, Comber would have not been happy about that. Bullet leaned over the create, grabbing what seemed to be a body, but this body seemed to have the skeleton, and flesh removed, leaving only tissue and organs. If any normal ponies saw this they were surely faint.

"So they shaped this bag up as a pony body... And decided to skin and deskeleton it. Why?"

Comber was confused why the shippers would do that? Was that an error? Normally they come in full bodies. As a corpse they should come in... Not just flesh and organs. Did some error occur on the way here?

"Did you even unzip the bag Bullet?"

I'm getting on that... Geez."

Barked back Bullet. After opening the bag, he was even more shock.

"What the buck is this shit!?"

Comber looked up at Bullet, then the bag he unzipped. What the...?

"Bullet what did you do!?"

"What do you mean what did I bucking do! I was literally just hoofed this body! How could I do anything!?"

"Bullet. Calm down."

Comber ordered. Bullet took a deep breath before closing his eyes. After he took a deep breath he opened them. He turned to Commer who was sitting at his desk once again after standing up to question him. Bullet slowly opened the bag. The stench was even more presentand wrenching. Bullet took a closer look. As he looked slightly closely, he realized a distinct mark each intestines had. This was going to be a long day. Grabbing the meter next to him, Bullet then grabbed the intestines, starting his work. Comber gently placed his cheek against his desk, looking at the hoof with his watch on it. The boredom here, alongside that stinch is obnoxious. Without hesitation, Comber tapped his watch, looking at the notification list. There was 1 red icon there. Why was it red he thought? Comber lifted his head off his desk, placing a closer look at his device. He went into the schematics of the watch, trying to find out what the color means. He knew he had a job, which is a relief. As the unit manager's eyes traced left to right of the paragraphs he was reading, he found what he was looking for. Red meant two things. About to be overdue or... It was a deadly threat.

("Pfft. I know it's not about to be overdue since I checked it not so long ago. Time to take a look at this threat.")

Comber tapped the notification, pulling it up. It came back to a colt with a scar across an purple eye. His coat was blue with a violet color mane and tail. He was a unicorn. This is how to identify him; which Comber was more curious about his status. Why was he a high threat? Red is just a high threat but as he name suggests it's a dangerous pony; it's no where near the highest color threats. Those would be color combinations.

("Rubble.")

Comber grew a devious smile, turning his watch off. It's been a long time since he seen Rubble. Guess it's time for his life to to have a turn for the worst. Time for some patba. If it's ordered, it's ordered, but it seems it's a double cherry. Comber reviewed the unit. Bullet was still going through the bodies, testing the blood types and reorganizing the bodies. Commer was taking blood from the corpse with a syringe. It seem like a constant train from his perspective.

"Alrighty."

Comber slowly got up from his desk, scooting his desk chair out and standing back on all fours.

"I'll see you both later. I got business to attend to."

Bullet watched as comber slowly made his way to the door, opening it and leaving. Celestia he wished he had that privilege to leave the organization and stretched his hooves with some fresh air. His attention was brought back to his job with a jab of an elbow from Commer.

"Don't get too distracted Bullet. We're not even half finished with the work you are required to do."

("Tsk, technically I am if they didn't decide to bring this shipment of corpse in as extra.")

Bullet turned his head to an already walking away Commer who sat back at his desk, testing the blood he absorbed in a syringe immediately after. It's fascinating on the differences of alive and dead cells look. Some of these corpse had sickle disease. Their blood will be discarded into the flames with their corpse.

Comber was walking towards the front doors of the organization. As he was walking his ears perked at a sound, the sense of bloodlust. He turned around to see a colt with a black coat and violet mane and tail looking at him. Using his eyes, comber traced where he came from, it had to be from the cafeteria. He probably hid behind the stairs. This colt could possibly threatened who would leave so he could escape.

("I'll ignore him.")

Comber boldly made his way towards the giant doors. The sound of hooves present behind him; as if they were fastly making their way towards him

Comber was about to swipe his key, faking it with a ding from his mouth. He didn't know he could make the sound sound so similar. Out of the sudden, hooves rushed their way towards Comber.

("I knew it.")

Comber turned around, jumping to evade a pointed gun at him. With a barrel roll Comber slammed his hooves down on the suspicious colt's back. With a yelp as well as spit flying out of his mouth, he felt his chest slammed against the floor. Suddenly he felt a crushing sensation in his right hoof. The colt yelled in pain as he was lifted, dropping his weapon. He was lifted back his throat.

"I grow tiresome of you cowards thinking you can win all battles by sneak attacking your opponent."

"Buck... You!"

"Let me make this clear as the sky. If you leave or betray this place. Especially on duty. I will be the one to kill you. So be smart and wait."

Gag was shocked. How did Comber already depict his plan? And how was he that fast to jump to attack and evade his gun at the same time? Comber stomped on the gun, causing bits of it components to fly and scatter.

"Understood?"

"Ye-yes. Sorry."

Comber dropped the colt. It was a relief to feel his hooves release it's grip on his throat. Gag rubbed his neck, standing back on all four hooves facing Comber.

"Buck this place."

Gag said before taking his leave back to his unit. He's going to fake an injury for an excuse. Comber with a stirn expression watched Gag take his leave. After he saw him leave view, he turned to the door again, scanning his key. This time it was for real. Inch by inch sunlight made it way through the cracks of the door. Once it was fully opened, comber walked out the big doors, which was already shutting slowly behind him, making a metal scrapping sound. Once the doors shut, he faced the direction of his target. Sunlight shining on Comber.

("Ah that sensation feels good after being cooped up in that place. Time to get to business.")