Comber was running already a far distance in front of the organization. The part time assassin made sure check his surroundings; he doesn’t trust none of those killers. Comber hoped a killer would try to kill him because that’ll be some fun. Comber knew the victims location and judging by the police that invaded the organization, it was Flustered Town’s police department, so Comber destination is Flustered Town, which he was already about to enter. The organization and Flustered Town isn’t that big of gap in distance. Comber saw the home address of Bobby’s on his watch, while running he kept looking at the numbers knowing there’s a pattern, he knew where Bobby was. He rushed through Flustered Town. Many ponies doors that was already opened thrusted open from the wind. Comber smirked as he turned to a home, he took a look at it not because it’s Bobby’s home but because he planned to jump over it. Comber squatted down and jumped up with all his might. Ponies that was on their porches saw that, a colt spit his drank out.

“Was that a unicorn!?”

“Yes, I believe that’s Comber!”

The wife said back to her husband both still in shock. Comber nearly jumped over it, he dodge the spinning metal bird on the top, as he landed down thought, Comber nearly lose his group, sliding down the slope of the gray roof, Comber remembered when his mouth took him to sled, ah those was the days, when he was 5 years old. Comber barreled rolled, seeing the house he was targeting. He used his two rear hooves to jump as he was barrel rolling down the slope. Many rectangles that was gray flew off. Comber headed for the house he was going, he made sure to grab one of those rectangles. Comber was over Bobby’s home, he quickly threw the gray heavy rectangle down. Comber horn illuminated with magic. The material hit the roof, causing a crash threw it. He knew Bobby was inside, enjoying himself is what Comber thought.

“What the heck!”

Booby turned to the falling rectangle, seeing nobody there, he sighed, letting his guard down. Bobby made a huge mistake, which is expected when your at rank 175.

“You let your guard down, huge mistake.”

Comber stabbed Booby in the back with his knife, ripping it out, Bobby who was standing backed away bleeding.

“Com-comber.”

The colt said attempting to walk to his pursuer. He fell down from the blood loss. Comber deactivates his magic.

(”X-ray spells are amazing, especially for assassin.”)

Comber smirked know this battle or job is nearly completed. Booby grabbed Comber’s hoof, trying to pull him down, the part time assassin found humor in this, deciding to bend down for Bobby, acting if he was being pulled down. Comber grabbed Bobby face and lifted him up, standing on two rear hooves with Bobby in his front hooves.

“Well. You’re a coward. Why would you go to the police and better question, how aren’t you in jail.”

Bobby giggled a little, Comber could feel it.

“Because I hated that place. Who really likes it there?”

“Well they have failed to kill us, and you put the final nail in your grave my friend. Comber spun Bobby’s head 180,° killing him. Comber with quick reaction speed punch the ground 5 times, causing the floor made of wood break. The part time assassin then used his hooves to dig a hole under the ground and put the body in it, using his magic to cover the body and to fix the floor after he jumped out of the hole. Comber placed the rug on top of the floor that was pink and circle colors. Comber used his magic again to fix the damaged to the rug. He wasn’t hiding the body because of the police, he wasn’t hiding the body just giving him a grave.

(”Poor fool got fooled by the organization.”)

Comber felt sympathy for Bobby but he shouldn’t have told the police and he knew it. Either way he was a traitor who was going to die. Comber walked to the door opening it and leaving the home. Comber walked to the right, looking all the way in the view, welp, looks like the organization can’t be seen from this distance. Comber started speed walking then running back to the organization, passing many colts and ponies on the way. He remembered the day Bobby came into the organization. He was such a coward, he wanted to leave and beg when he was there, but all is useless at that place. Comber saw the sign of Flustered Town, leaving his town again, it wouldn’t be too long before Comber arrived back at the organization. Comber sped his speed up, arriving at the big metal doors in no time.

(”Welp, I’d it was my choice and wasn’t being times I would just walk back but that’s stealing time and you don’t want to do that with this place.”)

Comber reminded himself, calming down before using his key to open the big metal doors at the front of the organization. Comber walked in, hearing the doors slowly shut before slamming. Comber walked towards the stairs 35 hoof steps away, walking up the stairs. Comber quickly spined around, walking back down and towards the leader’s office. The part time assassin was about to knock, but the door fastly opened.

“I’d knew you be back; so I was about to head to your unit and remind you about Bobby.”

The leader chuckled. Comber smiled with close eyes hoofing the list over to Granfer. Granfer smirked with confidence that bucking snitch and traitor got what was coming to him. The leader walked past Comber, standing behind him.

“You cross his face off but how do I know my dear Comber, if he’s really dead.”

Comber slowly turned to him, giving him a confident expression.

“Well sir. Allow me to prove it to you. Hey watch! Tell us the current status of the pony I just eliminated!”

Granfer was about to laugh, he can’t be serious, a watch that...-! Coomber made it, yeah, it probably would be correct then. The watch brought Bobby’s holographic imagine up in the dirt underground. The watch had more to it then time, Granfer thought. Granfer eyes read to the right of he death of Bobby.

“Why is he underground?”

Comber chuckled.

“That’s because I put him 6 hooves under.”

The leader laughed, walking towards Comber, patting his left side.

“You’re a funny one aren’t you Comber... Well, I recommend you get your group ready for lunch because it’s about that time.”

Comber and Granfer hoof bumped. Comber started walking away from the office and towards the stairs, eventually up them. Granfer shut the door and walked back into his office, sitting in his chair and wondering to himself about Comber’s watch; it was a magnificent device. Coomber was always intelligent, last time he remembers seeing Coomber was when Comber was 15 years old. He was a adorable young colt at the time. It’s insane that that watch or futuristic technology could even tell you the events of the death he read; a stab to the back and into a lung and liver; just how does that watch get this information anyway!?

Comber opened the door to his unit, spotting a clean work environment, Bullet was at his desk, laying his head on it, tapping it with his left hoof. Commer was walking with a familiar colt.

“Well... Seems like all work is done right?”

Comber asked the colts. Bullet ears perked at Comber’s voice, turning to his manager with a bored expression.

“That’s right, how long was it ago since we finished our work Commer?”

“About 15 minutes ago or something like that.”

All eyes was on Comber, especially Nome’s, who Comber wondered what he was doing in his unit; was there a mess he can’t see? Well... That’s explains why everything looks clean; it because he’s here. Comber past Bullet behind his chair and towards Commer and Nome, asking what Nome what he was doing here. Commer chuckled, does Comber synapse fire slow, he should know the reason.

“Allow me to explain this answer.”

(”Oh Celestia, buck you Comber for asking Commer a question.”)

Bullet said mentally. Never ask Commer a question, because he will talk you ear off with theories you don’t want to hear that are not necessary.

“So Comber, he’s your friend, so you should know why he’s here, but that’s not the only reason, tell Bullet over to your left and behind you to stop playing creates and shoots.”

“Oh you snitch.”

Nome laughed at Bullet quick reply to Commer. Comber stared at Nome with a smirk.

" So how did the cleaning go down stairs?”

“Bro, Comber that’s funny to bring back up, because I talked to a yellow female pegasus when cleaning and she said she was my mare friend.”

Comber didn’t know what he meant by that, a new friend, okay... Bullet and Commer laughed.

“Keep a lease on that one, because she’s from here; she’s crazy.”

Commer didn’t know if Bullet was joking or was serious, but he’s right, she would be mentally not sane if she works here unless she does mediation. Comber laughed, receiving the real reason what happened down stairs with him. The technique to sense deception is pretty amazing.

“You slipped and fell down, cleaning yourself up before getting back up, them cleaned up the brains of a colt, later moping. Then you thought you could lied to us with a joke that was going to be revealed to be a lie from you.”

Commer and Bullet didn’t think Comber can think that far and into past events like that. Nome blushed with embarrassment, looking down then back up.

“Just how the buck did you know what I was thinking and what happen Comber!?”

Comber laughed, staring at Nome. Commer and Bullet laughed they thought Nome had a mare friend, it’s a good thing he didn’t especially from this place.

“Because nopony can use deception on me. I know.”

Bullet thought Comber just knew since he knew Nome. Commer thought about what Comber just said, no, that’s more then knowing what your friendship history taught you about each other, there’s more under the bridge. Is it possible Comber can sense deception and receive the truth? The lunch bell ring, Bullet got up from his chair fast.

“Finally something to do.”

Walking over to Comber and Nome, Commer doing the same, but slowly getting up and walked towards Nome and Comber. They all faced the door.

“That’s-!”

“Lunch bell, hope you all hungry?”

Commer answer and asked, intentionally knowing Comber don’t eat actual food. He ignored the phase you all which includes him. The group walked towards the exit of the unit and out it, hearing hundreds of hooves steps, the unit door shut, then all watching the line of ponies run down stairs from the upstairs units and from this floor as well. It Looked like the queen bee called her nest for a feast

“So...”

Bullet wanted one of then to elaborate.

“Yeah lots of ponies are famished.”

Commer replied. Watching more and more workers run down the stairs. One worker attempted to cut in front of the others, getting pushed off the stairs as a result of his impatient action. Pegasus flew down in front of Comber, who watched them fly down to the first floor.

“What is so special today about lunch?”

Comber asked, wanting to know why all workers are rushing down to the first floor like there’s gold or something like that down there.

“Well I believe a announcement today is being held today in the cafeteria. Did you miss it while reading the tasks Comber?”

“That wouldn’t be something you would want to rush to.”

Comber admitted he did over read the task papers, especially the part that involves lunch. Bullet sighed. Commer stared at Bullet with a raised eye brow.

“You would if you’re afraid of punishment of being late bullet.”

“Exactly.”

Comber replied. The flow of ponies slowed down. Two pegasus was flying down, spinning in circles, kissing.

“Hahahaha!”

“Hahahahaha!

“Couldn’t they wait until they got home before starting romance? There’s nothing Romantic about this place.”

Comber didn’t even know what they were doing or his friends was talking about.

“Don’t you find that a little funny Comber?”

“Find what funny?”

“No way you don’t know what romance is!?”

“When a pony loves another pony, right?”

“Don’t ask-!”

“Yes, eventually having a foal to look after and raise.”

“Let’s go.”

Comber said with a little bit of confusion still about the ponies that spun in front of him kissing. Comber walked towards the stairs, his unit fallowing him, with the addition of Nome. They made their way down to the first floor, walking to the cafeteria to the right of them. They walked to the cafeteria, spotting a pony to their right, blue and a mare, pinned against the wall, getting beaten up by a colt twice her size. How could all the other ponies ignore that? They are heartless.

“Comber, I see your expression, don’t-!”

Comber acted if he was walking to the cafeteria, but swiftly turned to the worker beating the mare up, grabbing a hoof. The worker turned to Comber, getting punched in the face. Comber slide under the colts hoof and threw him at the wall, punching him 3 times in the stomach, before delivering a right punch to the jaw, knocking the worker off his wits, he slide back and said no more.

“Comber, leave him be, let’s go.”

Nome said, not wanting his friend to get in trouble. Comber walked back to Nome. The worker colt that was beating up the mare saw Comer walking back to Nome, he looked to his right and saw the mare pegasus gone, he look back to Comber again.Comber. How dare he turn his back on him!? He ran at Comber, Comber and his unit, including Nome heard the hoof steps fastly making their way to them from behind them. When he was close enough, Comber quickly ducked and uppercut him in the stomach before grabbing his face and throwing him into the cafeteria by his neck with a quick turn. Comber and his unit walked into the cafeteria, to their right they saw a colt on the table. The colt looked like he had stars around his head, his tongue out, muttering unintelligible.

“So, why did you do that Comber?”

“He couldn’t see the fight was over? He was bulling her. Then he charged us, primarily me and I did what I deem necessary.”

Nome smiled. This reminded him of the days in high school with Comber.

“In high school, the bullies feared Comber, as be would make them think twice about bullying. He was like a hero in school.”

Bullet laughed. Comber a very high rank here a hero?

“So there’s a good side to you that shows mercy?”

The group was in the line, watching as the line got smaller and smaller for them to be able to turn and make it into the kitchen and grab their trays of food. The cafeteria was full of chatter and was immensely loud with unintelligible words.

“Mercy is pity. Defending a helpless pony from a bully isn’t pity. It’s doing what’s rightm”

“He’s right.”

Commer defended Comber’s reply. Bullet wanted to slap Commer, but resist edge urge to do so.

“What are they serving for lunch today?”

“I could careless.”

Comber replied. Bullet used his share eyes to zoom closer, is that?

“I think they are serving sandwiches, looks like pp&j, chicken, daisy or ham and cheese sandwiches.”

“He’s right.”

Nome replied with joy. He’s happy they aren’t serving the slop they normal do, which is guts of farm animals. He normally brings a lunch like the rest of Comber’s unit does, which just means Bullet since Comber doesn’t eat, but they all knew today was going to be a good serving.

“What would you like?”

“A daisy sandwich.”

Nome replied, hearing Bullet order a ham and cheese while Commer ordered pp&j.

“And-!”

“Nothing?”

The lunch mare turned to a co-worker, asking if a worker can even refuse a lunch to eat. They replied depends, but Comber is an expectation. He doesn’t have to order anything. The lunch mare turned to Comber with a smile.

“Alrighty then, you a great day my good hard working sir.”

Bullet wanted to laugh but kept it bottled up. She’s so formal, at a place like this; she’s new, must be. Comber, his unit and Nome walked out of the exit doors of the kitchen, sitting down at a table with their trays, besides Comber. Nome joined them, at the side of Comber. The table was big, red edges and was a rectangle made out of tiles that was black and white.

“So... Any plans after work?”

Bullet asked, trying to up the volume at the table. Comber kept his normal expression, using magic to feed himself nutrition. Seriously, why does he come to lunch if he doesn’t eat food? Nome smiled, he had a plan after work that involves Comber training and teaching him how to fight.”

“I have a plan.”

Nome happily replied to Bullet’s question. Bullet took a bite of his sandwich, looking up a Nome with a curious face.

“Comber’s going to train me to fight.”

“Oh... Comber taking a liking to a student. Expected since you are his best friend!”

Bullet replied, happy for Nome. Commer wondered if his was true. Comber isn’t the teacher type, that would be him.

“I can teach you the educational part of combat.”

Comber smirked at Commer.

“Educational you say...? What would you know about combat?”

Commer smiled, Bullet Hoof palmed. Why the Tartarus does Comber keep asking Commer questions. It’s like a button, don’t press it.

“Quite a lot actually. My experience in combat is very dim, but my intelligence will be my guide.”

Comber kept a smirk on his face. Intelligence being his guide? That’s what that colt in his chair under the wooden floor boards thought before Comber defeated him. In combat especially, the IQ of the fighters are the traits that matters. Comber crossed his front hooves, closing his eyes and sighing.

“Now yes Commer that would normally be true. You plan, you win. Now when it comes to hoof to hoof, yes IQ would matter, but when it comes in the from of battle IQ, that determines the IQ of the opponent.”

“Are you saying Intelligence don’t matter in battle?”

Comber chuckled.

“No. Not at all Commer, I’m saying if they for example was like you, but had no clue on how to propelled the force with a punch, while the other opponent does, then the person who had a bigger battle IQ would most likely win.

“To me it sounds like they are the same.”

Bullet chimed in, curious.

“They are. IQ contributes to battle IQ. Although they are different by a inch, they’re still IQ. IQ matters of the opponents too. I’m not saying it doesn’t because if I am, then I’m not a martial artist. IQ contributes to Battle IQ, I’m leaving it at that.”

“I assume that’s the first lesson you teach me Comber?”

None asked Comber with curiosity in his tone. Comber wanted to hoof palmed. He had a frown on his face.

“Now why would I make that a first lesson if I’m not your general education teacher? The battle part yes, I’ll teach you but the IQ you’re on your on buddy, I’m no teacher unless it’s martial arts.”

“Right, sorry.”

Nome apologize to Comber, not trying to offend his best friend. Comber saw the curtains behind his friends open very slowly.

“Turn around, seems like the announcement is about to start.”

The group turned around, seeing the rest of the cafeteria doing the same 1 by 1, some of the workers didn’t turn around, having to be reminded by their other co-workers to turn their attention to the stage and the curtains. A microphone was in the middle, to the left of the podium. They saw the leader swing in the air before grabbing his legs with his front hooves and spinning in a ball before landing on the wooden floor boards.

“How the buck did those floorboards not break?”

Commer asked thinking of possible solutions. He’s a big colt so his weight should’ve been enough to break it.

“Well maybe they had more under it or they are very very thick?”

Commer smiled.

“Yeah probably-!”

“They have iron under the floorboards.”

Comber horn glow faded. Did he?

“You have an X-ray spell!?”

“And if I do?”

“How, but, why-!”

“Well Bullet, it-!”

“I’m being dramatic, Commer...”

“Can we all stop the chit chatting!!”

The cafeteria decelerated the volume. All the workers in the cafeteria turning their attention to the leader, next to him was his right hoof killer Blade.

“I’m sure you are all aware of the police invasion. Because killers can’t be trusted, you can’t have mouths!!”

The leader remembered the authorities coming in, some traitor told them the location and their base of operation. This needs to be stopped. The cafeteria yelled in shock, asking what. They ain’t losing their mouths, just what the buck does the leader think he can do to their personal bodies? Ain’t bucking up their mentality enough?

“Hahaha! Just kidding, calm down!”

The cafeteria of workers was happy they get to keep their mouths; if he would, they-!

“Before I explain the reason of the announcement, a few workers have ranked up! Bill, number 250 is now 225! Grunter, number 210 is now 200! Tom! Number 350! Is number 321! Razor Slicer, Rank 5 is now rank 4!”

The leader continued on with the rest of the workers! Boulder Striker was shocked, turning to Razor Slicer, who sat next to him and Shot. His expression was priceless, his mouth open was adorable.

“But-but, how?”

“Well Boulder Striker, I guess you didn’t, make the cut.”

Razor Slicer laughed at Boulder Striker with joy, she finally proved to herself, as a mare, she’s worthy of being higher on the food chain. Boulder Striker wanted to throw a pebble at Razor Slicer. After hearing her giggle a little more, he reached into his bag, tossing a boulder at Razor Slicer, hitting her in the head, she stopped laughing, keeping a wide and open mouth shock expression.

“I never thought you were the bitter type.”

“I am. Besides when somepony keeps laughing and giggling about their glory.”

“Can’t a mare just be happy?”

Two colts behind her mentally said no, smirking after. Comber kept his attention on the leader with a intense expression. How many killers was their in this place, he recruited more didn’t he? That’s just great.

“And last literally, Cindy, rank 390 now 389.”

Comber smirked, only 40 more killer then he previous had last time Comber recalled. He expected more but this can still work if he plans the day to leave correctly. The leader took a deep breath before speaking again. How did he say all of those names and no take a big breath through the middle? He practices these speeches too much.

“Congratulations on the rank up fellow employees!”

“A funny logic is the lower your rank the higher, ironic isn’t it?”

Bullet smirked from Commer’s response.

“It is.”

“Now on to the announcement! As you all are aware of the traitors getting out of control!

The leader turned his face to Comber then back to the cafeteria. Comber knew what he meant by that look. He’s basically saying you know what I mean with the expression he gave.

“I want an end to that. Everytime there’s a traitor there’s a death of our team or once a team member. We shouldn’t kill ourselves, we should raise ourselves to be better!”

“Oh brother, he’s actually giving us a pep talk...”

“Shh. Bullet, you trying to get in trouble?”

“So until we do, I want this!”

The leader said with confidence. A body was lowered by a rope around the neck and rear hooves was roped down. It decayed a lot, with a heavy amount of necrosis seen in the flesh. Comber knew who that was, his father killed that mare not him. The part time assassin didn’t like the brutality used in the kill but he has to and knows it.

“This is a traitor, look at her now!”

As the leader said this the stomach fell out of the body, onto the floor, making a heavy squash sound. The stomach had acid leaking from it. Some killers thought that was disgusting. Nome couldn’t believe Comber did that to her, he’s know for taking care of the traitors. That’s too brutal, even for him.

“Comber, did, did you do that?”

Nome whispered to Comber, who looked at Nome with a serious expression.

“I tell you more about it later, shh...”

“Alright.”

Nome whispered back to Comber. The audience saw Blade walked towards the body, stabbing his dagger in it, watching it burn, as the stomach on the ground did the same, this was similar to-!

“Hey, that technique Blade use.”

Bullet kept a good look at the body watching the air burn too, that wasn’t the air, what they buck is that technique!? Blade ain’t the only colt he saw use it, is he a killer from the organization far back!? No, he was never seen there.

“Let that be an example to those who think quitting is a great idea!”

The leader closely looked at everyone with a smirk, then Comber, giving the part time assassin a sinister smile. Comber shook from that smile, did he know, no, he couldn’t know. Comber had to calm himself down.

“Was the corpse needed for the point of the announcement during lunch?”

A colt sitting at the table closest to the stage asked the leader, who kept his smile.

“It was, and have you thought about leaving?”

The colt gulped, of course he had thoughts about leaving, who have not?

“N-no-! Not at all sir, I’m loyal down to the back bone of my spine!”

The colt put a hoof over his head, saluting the leader, the leader nodded. Blade walked back onto the stage, looking at everypony, already knowing who wants to leave and who doesn’t. Blade smirked.

“Well sir I can say this announcement is going quite well, but it’s time to instill them with fear. Allow me to pull a traitor I know down to their very soul.”

The leader looked at Blade, at first confused, but then realized, he won’t stop Blade from doing so. Blade teleported behind Comber. Comber was about to react, turning around and saw Blade grabbing another colt by the back of the head. He pulled on his mane, the colt yelled in pain, being dragged across the cafeteria, until he was on the stage. Many workers didn’t believe Blade knew that was a traitor. Blade threw him onto the stage. The colt got on his knees and looked at the leader, who wanted to forgive him, but saw blade stabbing his dagger into his back, using magic that slightly turned black to ripped the rib cages and lungs out still together, after lifting the killer by the neck, showing this to the cafeteria. Blade carved a hole through the intestines, looking at the killers through the big hole.

“I know who wants to leave, trust me, you ain’t hiding, you’re as clear as sight, so If I were you, I reconsider, otherwise I’ll find you later, and when I do!”

Blade slammed the colt’s head down, watching it explode with teeth and the tongue flying at the workers. Blade slowly moved his head up with a serious expression.

“I will kill you, and unlike this colt, it won’t be fast.”

Some of the workers shuttered, he doesn’t know how did he know, he murdered a loyal worker. Comber sense no deception from Blade, he smirked, so he guess he would have to fight Blade later on then. Comber’s a little accustomed on how Blade likes to fight, and last time Comber remember, he’s more physically stronger than Blade. Nome was about to finish his sandwich, but Comber grabbed the hoof that was holding it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you Nome.”

“W-why-!”

Nome dropped the sandwich, the colt’s eye flew into it, and was looking directly at him, the eye moisture was dried, this is disgusting.

“Yeah.”

Comber replied back understanding what Nome feels, he knows his father may not mind eating that stuff but that’s nasty. He just a monster. Comber let go of Nome’s hoof with a default expression.

“So let that be an example what will happen to all the traitors out there! Excellent performance Blade!”

Blade walked to the right side of he leader, his expression returning back to default.

“This concludes the announcement, so you all better behave yourselves! I see you all Later!”

The curtains slowly closed, before the lights that was dim brighten back to it fullest. The chattering started again from table to table.

“So do you think Blade knows about your plan Comber?”

“Bullet asked Comber with concern and worry. Blade might come for him and Commer as well if he knows about Comber’s plan. Sometimes their unit manager says dumb things.”

“He does, I won’t lie to you, but if he really cares is the question. Either way, I’ll handle him if he does try to do anything rash.”

Comber spoke back, understanding the fear Commer and Bullet must be feeling. Nome thought Comber was nuts.

“So was Blade lying about that colt being the traitor Comber?”

Comber kept the grin on his face.

“No, that colt was a traitor I would’ve delt with if wasn’t for Blade doing so.”

“I must say, I pay attention to all details, and his magic changing from orange to black is a big one.

Bullet shot his mouth of lemonade onto the floor.

“Yeah I remember seeing that, but payed more attention to the killing happening. That’s not a coincidence, I-!

A colt body was flying, held by black magic.

“You don’t think I don’t know your plan, newbie?”

The body started burning, then the muscle, then the organs and bones, before nothing but the air burned. A shadow figured lowered at hoof.

“You all may leave now.”

Bullet, are you okay? You looked like you saw a demon. Bullet eyes was still in the flashback, his Irish shaking. He snapped back into reality. Remembering he’s not there anymore.

“Yeah sorry, just remembering. I guess it’s a spell.”

Comber closed his eyes and smirked.

“It is, I’m fixed up one similar, however it’s not finished yet.”

“So you learned how to make magic formulas?”

Comber smirked, he knows about some formulas, but weather or not his other form of magic can be carried over and fit in the formula.

“I do Commer, well, not as much I you would with just spells, I work on spells normally for combat.”
Commer smiled at Comber before taking a bite of his food again. He made sure to inspect first before taking a bite. He can’t believe his appetite would come back after that horrible murder on stage and what happened to Nome’s sandwhich. Bullet and Nome stared at each other, Bullet with a bored expression ready to ask Nome a question.

Pick up reading here Austin!!!

“So planning to have fun after work?”

Nome finished chewing and gulping his food down his throat, ready to reply to Bullet with a smile.

“Yup. I’m tired of being looked at as a push over, that’s why I’m training under Comber”

Bullet smirked.

“Carry a gun, ponies won’t push you over then if you get my drift.”

Comber shook his head with a no, before replying.

“If they are afraid then yes, but if they are a martial artist, and if they are close to you when you pull the gun, they could dishoof you of the weapon and use it.”

“Not if you shoot them first.”

Comber shook his head back and forth.

“You’re basically saying the opponent with the bigger muscles win, and you would be wrong if the other person as more fighting abilities and skills. You’ll lose.”

Bullet hated to admit it but Comber’s right, they could use magic to get the upper hoof and if not that, their speed to evade, although trying to run from his sharp shooting would be immensely hard. Bullet smirked. Nome payed attention to Comber with wide eyes. Is this a lesson he’s teaching right now? Or is Comber just proving a point to Bullet?

“As much as a hate to admit it Comber, you’re right. I remember seeing you do as you said the opponent could do to a pony holding a gun, and attempting to use it against you.”

Comber was happy to hear Bullet agree with him, however Bullet not that much wrong with his statement.

“Now Bullet you are right for let’s say you shoot the opponent, disabling them. Then yes even if they were a fighter it would be hard for them to recover from the wound quickly as well for then to move around especially if that fighter can’t deal with pain, which would be ironic. Safe to say guns are a powerful weapon if in the right hoofs; however don’t show it to your opponent if you’re in battle, the matter of fact don’t show your weapon to your opponent yet until you either have to by force or you find an opening to land a well thought decisive attack with it, defeating your opponent.”

Bullet smiled. He actually learned something from Comber that’s not a on job task.

“I see, so I should keep my gun not known to the opponent in battle and when they at least expect it, bang. I thought you were teaching Nome after work not me, hahaha.”

Comber chuckled. Bullet was a friend of his so why not?

“It’s not after work yet anyways, so I didn’t teach you after work Bullet.”

Comber had a humorous smile. Commer clapped.

“He’s right Bullet, it’s not after work Bullet.”

Bullet scoffed, Finishing the crumbs of his meal. Nome finished eating too.

“When’s the bell ringing?”

Commer was counting in his head.

“In about 5-4-3-2-1-!”

The lunch bell ring, startling some of the workers who wasn’t expecting it.

“Welp guess it’s time to leave.”

“Buck this place!”

“I want to play basketball with your small head!”

“Buck yeah, more gutting!”

The workers said running past the left and right side of Comber’s table. Comber had a wtb expression, his mouth open a little. What is wrong with these ponies.

“I’m sorry but did I just hear somepony want to-!”

Bullet started laughing. Tears in his eyes.

“With somepony’s head?”

Commer kept a normal expression, closing his eyes before replying.

“Yes, and it was apparently a tiny head. Don’t know if he was being metaphoric with that or the pony was stupid? You can’t play basketball ball with a pony’s head, a basket balls are made of leather and air as well as other materials that makes it different from a pony’s skull. A pony’s skull is made of bone, and filled with brains, which indefinitely will splatter on you if you did play basketball with it.”

Comber’s group and Nome got up from the table, standing tall. Nome and Bullet held their tray, Nome grabbed the rest of the table trays, holding them in a hoof, looking at Comber.

“Well I got to stay here, I be seeing you later Comber.”

“I assume you have to clean this mess up?”

“Yup, you know it...”

“Welp, I’ll leave you to that. Let’s go Bullet and Commer.”

Bullet wits was sharp, turning to Comber, fallowing him, Commer fallowing Bullet. Nome watched them leave the cafeteria. Nome started cleaning, he noticed more workers leaving, a group, luckily they weren’t going to try to force him to give some bits over, they seemed to talk about how much they hate this place. Nome wonder if he could get into that group, jokingly of course. Nome would carry on finish cleaning up the mess his supposed co-workers made. Comber’s unit was the cleanest of the tables; Comber’s unit was already at the front door of their unit, opening it with his key, them stepping in one at a time, Bullet shut the door, letting it slam with a metal bang.

“Well, we’re in the home stretch now.”

“Indeed we are.”

Bullet and Commer heard that voice, as well as Comber, that voice belongs to Blade. Comber turned to his right and saw Blade walked from the shadows in front of him into the light.

“So Comber did you notice I teleported behind you while in the cafeteria? How convenient for you to sit down back to back with another traitor? I know your plan Comber.”

“And so, go tell the leader it then Blade.”

“No. I figure I’ll-!”

Pick up reading here Austin!

Blade teleported behind Comber, Comber grabbed his knife, both colts swinging their weapons, stopping at each other necks. They both pulled their weapons back, staring at each other.

“I knew you didn’t intend to kill me, but just in case at the last moment, I pulled my weapon out, Blade. So why are you hear then Blade?”

Blade walked towards Comber, patting him on the right side of his neck, putting his dagger away.

“To warn you, and I know this unit is not under watchful eyes. So please Comber, don’t, If you do you would die, yes you’ll put up a great battle but in the end, the results will not be in your favor.”

Blade took his hoof off Comber, before walking towards the door, pasting Bullet and Commer who thought he might attempted to kill them next. His reaction speed is insane, they didn’t even think Comber would react that fast. Blade looked back at Comber, with a grin.

“Think about it friend.”

Blade opened the unit door and left. Comber walked to his desk and sat down, Commer and Bullet walked to their station. Commer and Bullet sat down in front of their desk, still recollecting the events that transpired. How did Blade know Comber’s plan to leave the organization? Was what he said he knew?

“Celestia, Blade is one vigilant person.”

“Yeah, If there’s no cameras, then how does he know?”

Comber sighed, he has an idea.

“Hypothetical what if Blade just teleported in on us after his tasks was completely to check up on how we were doing for the leader or just curiosity; maybe to see how fast his unit compared to us is or wanting to check up on his friend?”

Commer finished putting the lid on a tote full of intestines.

“Well... I say Comber’s right.”

“You both know I heard they were working on magic Camera for police.”

Comber chuckled. Him and Commer talking at the same time.

“And you know that would drain your stamina right?”

Bullet smirked remembering what a god can do with magic.

“Now what if...”

Bullet ripped a heart out of a filly, putting it in a small tote. Comber looked up at the wrong time, he’s ignoring that. Sadly somepony in this unit would have to do it otherwise they’ll all pay the price.

“Blade’s a god?”

Bullet finished putting the rest of the guts from the filly into the totes. Commer and Comber looked at each other from across their desk. Comber still putting the task papers into a pile, into a small open paper container, Comber smirked at Bullet.

“You think Blade’s a god?”

Comber and Commer said together, before laughing a small amount. Bullet was annoyed they think he was joking, he pulled a rib apart and looked at Commer, point the broken rib at him in anger.

“I’m serious guys!”

Bullet said with annoyance and anger. He throwing the rib into the garbage can with great accuracy, watching it bounce off and hitting the ceiling, then landing on a side into the trashcan, all of that was intentional, since if it went into the trashcan vertically down, it would stab a hole through the trashbag.

“Alrighty Bullet, you believe what you want to and we believe what we want to.”

Commer said, speaking for Comber who nodded Commer, finishing his last task paper.

“Comber stamped and stabled the papers, continuing this for awhile, after he was done, he walked towards the mailbox for his unit that was on the left side of the entrance door. Comber put the papers into the mailbox, walking towards Bullet, curious to see how much work he’s done. The part time assassin peeked over his shoulder, seeing him napping. Comber tapped Bullet on the shoulder, starling him awake, he looked at Comber with startled expression. Comber smirked, was he napping on the job?

“Did you get all of your work done buddy?”

Bullet chuckled.

“Of course Comber, you have any other assignments for me or should I play creates and shoots?”

Comber chuckled, before his expression turn kinda serious.

“I’m glad you finish your work, and no, you may not play creates and shoots; otherwise I be shooting you into a create.”

Bullet got up, looking at Comber directly with a serious expression.

“Then find me sometime to do damnit!”

“Hey Bullet, come over here, I have something for you to do!”

Commer said, holding a test tube, Comber wondered where did he even get that, did he bring it, must’ve since the organization scientist are only certified to hold onto those. Bullet walked towards Commer’s desk, walking behind it and over Commer right side.

“Well...?”

“Hold onto this please.”

Commer aske with a smile. Bullet did that, looking closer at the liquid, that’s blood, but what is he testing?

“Here, put this on the top of it.”

Commer hoofed a funnel to Bullet, he did what was asked. That’s a perfect fit, after he was directed to squirt it onto the piece of white paper, he did, only squirting a ml of blood onto the sheet. Commer pulled out a microscope. Comber saw this all happen. They’re not in school so why are they doing a lab experiment? Commer was always the nerd so that explains it. Comber walked over to them. Watching from over the desk.

“Alright, now...”

Commer closed an eye while putting a drop of green liquid on it. Bullet knew what that was, that’s venom, snake venom. What did he just find a snake in his back yard? Commer saw the blood cells seem to turn green before breaking apart, before bursting. He wrote down the experiment, after, he took another blood tube, making Bullet hold it and squirt it down on another piece of paper, after, putting a drop of Venom on the blood, watching it do the same again.

“I must say, Blood type O+ and O- performed the same against this snake venom.”

Comber smirked.

“Snake Venom, aren’t we supposed to be working?”

Commer smiled at Comber.

“I’m finished my tasks Comber.”

Comber knew they weren’t lying. Welp guess it’s about time finally time to take the two large wooden supply creates down stairs.

“Welp guess I’ll take the two wooden creates of production downstairs to the storage room. I see you both very soon.”

Comber told his co-workers, walking to the cooler in the unit, opening it and grabbing one of the creates, picking it up and putting it on his back, shutting the cooler door.

“Commer make sure Bullet behaves.”

Comber smirked telling Commer this. Bullet didn’t like to be treated like a filly, but whatever, sticks and stones can break your bones but words will never hurt you. Comber started walking towards the unit door, opening it and then leaving with the create on his back, he walked down the stairs, a little worried.

(”Hopefully some worker try to push me down these blasted stairs like they attempted to do before.”)

Comber kept walking, reaching the bottom of the stairs and walking into the storage room, the create still on his back, Comber used his magic to open his unit production door, walking to the left all the way to the end with the create, sitting the create down gentle, it was to the left of the positive O blood guts create; the create he brought down was negative O blood. Comber walked out of the storage room, shutting the door, notice other managers are doing the same. Comber saw the same worker he saw earlier, why is that unit’s manager letting his employees take the unit’s production down? They’re not supposed to. He approached Comber who turned to his right and out of the storage room.

(”I’m not chatting again with him.”)

Comber told himself, know he’ll get annoyed if he chats again. Some part of him wanted to tell the Granfer about this but shrugged it off; none of his business so as long as he fallows the rules until the time comes to break them. Comber walked back upstairs, hearing more chatting in the cafeteria. Comber thought you to himself, didn’t they already eat? Maybe it’s the 6th and 7th floor that were separate from the announcement. Comber was able to confirm this after hearing Granfer speaking again into the microphone. Comber opened his unit door. As he walked into his unit, he saw a colt tied up, what seems to be like he was capture by the devious vendors.

“What the buck is this?”

“Yeah, we forgot to mention there’s 1 more task, and we can’t do it, the description is for you to punch a hole through his chest.”

Comber face was that of a puzzled pony. Granfer sometimes can be annoying. Comber walked slowly towards the colt who’s mouth was muffled, his resistance was shown in the straps binding him, and the loud muffles he made, when he was able to see Comber, his eyes bulge. He was trying to say, no not him but the voice was unintelligible. Comber stopped in front of the brown colt. Comber turned his viewed up, seeing a horn cut off. This disturbed Comber, they couldn’t have at least let him die as his own species, he understood why they did it though; if he knew how to teleport then yeah keeping his horn would be a probably a problem, or he could use magic as an offensive method. Maybe even a skill to cancel magic? The vendor workers are morons.

“Don’t know who you once were, but know it’s time to rest easy.”

Comber scooted to his right hoof back, getting into his stance, a hoof pulled back, he focus all his energy into his right hoof, ready to punch with all his might. He thrusted his hoof forward, turning to his left as he punched forward. Commer and Bullet almost couldn’t believe can do that. Comber with a calm expression pulled back, ripping an organ out. It was the heart that still beat in Comber’s hooves.

“So the heart can still beat”

Bullet asked, Commer smirked.

“That’s because the SA node sends the impulse down the AV node and Purkinje fibres that spread out across the cardiac musculature. In short terms the heart as it’s own electrical system, therefore unlike the other organs, can survive as long as it still as enough oxygen.”

Bullet was confused, what the heck are Purkinje fibers? Maybe the fibers of the heart? This is a lot of information to take in at once when you don’t know what all of those things are. He’s not asking anymore questions, as he understands the heart has it’s own way of beating and that’s all he needs to know. Comber walked over to the icebox on the left table, opening the foam lid, putting the heart in with the ice then shutting it. The colt’s head was down, he’s dead, welp, Bullet knows what to do. Comber checked the note paper again, reading it’s components. So the other organs can’t be sold? But why? Maybe they received to much damaged? Well the leader’s request is first. Welp Comber knew what to do or in this case, say.

“Get rid of the body Bullet.”

Comber calmly told Bullet, shaking the blood off his hooves and face. Now he’s going to need to wash his cape once again. He’s surprised none got in his mane. Bullet walked towards the body, relaxing the straps and pulling the corpse down, intestines fell onto the floor and nearly into Bullet’s mouth.

“This is disgusting.”

Comber was glad he didn’t have to dispose of the body, but he felt like he was forgetting something.

(”Oh yeah those bucking units wants to kill me after work. Well since I have permission to kill them. I will”)

Comber was busy thinking, Commer watch Bullet leave the room, into the trash room, hearing shredding, crunching and splattering.

(”I still can’t believe we throw victims who aren’t valuable away as trash to be deposed of.”)

Commer seen the ice box still out on Bullet’s desk. Is Comber-!?

“Um... Comber, you left the ice box out.”

Comber turned around, receiving Commer warning. Comber walked towards the mini ice box picking it up; walking towards the freezer and putting it on the metal rack to the left side. Then shutting the door to the freezer behind him. He saw Bullet to his left dripping with blood.

“Well.... Are you happy?”

“Glady.”

Comber chuckled. Bullet saw Commer’s eyes, he wanted him to fallow the clean protocol. Bullet looked around for the shower and drain, finding it, turning it on and using it. Great now there’s a bloody pool. Comber walked towards the unit’s paper towels; grabbing 12 of them and cleaning up the blood pool Bullet made. Comber turned to Commer after throwing the bloody paper towels away

“Well Commer anything else?”

Commer smirked. Remember reading the task papers. He has a photographic and repetitive memory.

“Nope, Mine and Bullet’s task are done.”

“Then I’m taking the final create down stairs, I’ll be back.”

Comber said, walking towards the exit door. Bullet walked out of he shower with a dripping main and tail. He had a frown.

“Well happy Commer, I know that look you were giving me.”

Commer laughed. He was glad Bullet got the hint this time. Bullet saw Comber walked out of the unit, he turned his eyes to the left of him, seeing the big wooden create gone.

“Comber always takes the creates down.”

Commer smirked.

“He does as he’s the only pony to our unit who is trust and have this unit’s storage room key.”

Bullet didn’t like the way Commer said that; was he implying he’s bad at keeping things secure and that he loses things?

Comber felt the containers inside move back and forth, the slime feeling you could feel would disturb other ponies but Comber not at all. Comber finished walking down the steps. He heard commotion behind him to the right; he turned his head behind his shoulder, looking at all the workers running at him. At first he thought they were all going to ambush him because of the bloodlust, but saw most of them run upstairs and the other run past him and into their units. Comber felt an elbow to his left side, seeing a pony running past him and happy looking back at him; well if that was an attack that barely felt like a slap.

(”A bunch of hideholes.”)

Comber walked with the create, heading towards the storage room, walking in and then to the left. Comber used his magic to grab the key, unlocking his unit’s production room. The part time assassin walked into the room, seeing lights turn on. Comber walked to the left side, putting the create down, walking out of the production room, putting a hoof on the handle, ready to close it. A hoof grabbed Comber’s, Comber wasn’t stupid, he still shut the production room door. He turned around to see a punch thrown at him, Comber blocked the punch, grabbing the other hoof with a knife trying to stab him. What the buck is going on? Comber twisted the hoof, having it in a hoof lock, before flipping the colt face down onto the ground.

“Hey just what the buck is your problem?”

“Hoof over the keys short stuff.”

Comber turned around to see a big colt standing there, he was black with a scar on his left eye that was green. Comber smirked.

“How about...-!”

Comber punched the big colt across his face, sending him flying at unit’s 40 production room.

“Why you bucking!”

The colt with a blue mane punched Comber in the face, Comber grabbed the punched and punched the colt in the face, then using the shaft of his hoof to attack the colt, hitting him multiple times in the face. Comber felt his hooves get grabbed from the bottom, it had to be the first colt.

“Beat him to pulp!”

“With pleasure!”

Comber heard the big colt running back yelling. Comber quickly used a back hoof to kick the first colt on the face, then the colt in front of him was punched in the face. This is clearly a unit that wants to be lazy, or they want to finally see Comber get in trouble? Comber smirked, grabbing the colt by the vertebrae of his neck and throwing him at the colt on the ground, he heard grunts, turning back to his front and being tackled by the big colt.

“Not so tuff now are you shirt stuff!?”

The big colt punched Comber in the face, snatched the key, and ripped off Comber’s cape.

(”That’s it!”)

Comber was angry. He slowly got up, with the colt’s hooves around his neck, quickly removing them, punching him across the face from both sides, then grabbing his face and kneeing him in it, still keeping his hooves on the big colt head. Comber used his magic on the knife that was dropped, Comber saw blue magic on the handle. He quickly cancled his magic.

“Celestial cancel.”

Comber used his magic again, grabbing the knife and stabbing the colt that was getting back up in the rear hoof, ripping the knife from the hoof, knowing he cut the tendon with the knife, Comber left the knife there on the ground, walking towards the leader which was the big colt and picking him up by the neck, making him face him.

“Never attempt to rob me ever again-!”

Comber eye turned to the bottom of his check. He just spit on him!? Comber’s face turned to an agitated one. He walked the colt over to the metal wall, the right of his unit’s production; with no hesitation, slamming the big colt against it, punching him multiple times in the face, knocking some teeth out. He occasionally punched him in the chest and stomach, fallowing a punch to the liver, then stomach again, causing the colt to gasp out for air. Comber wasn’t letting up though. Breaking the colt’s nose before he was done. Comber had a devious expression. He grabbed the colt by the neck again and jumped 10 hooves in the air throwing him down.

“The bigger they are the harder they fall!”

Comber yelled, landing back on his front hooves squatting down then standing back up on all four hooves. The part time assassin walked to his cape, tying it back on his neck after picking it up, he turned to the other colt who was still standing, his expression was fright. Comber slowly walked towards him, teleporting to the left side of the colt who’s behind was against the door of Comber’s unit production room. Comber patted the frightening colt on the left side of his neck.

“You’re butt is touching my door of my unit’s production room.”

The colt quickly moved off of the door facing Comber who had a blank expression.

“I’m sorry sir.”

Comber felt a little bad for the colt, looking down, seeing the other two colts unconscious.

“Well, I going to assume they influenced you. I feel bad you are in such a bad unit so please, never agree and try to rob me again.”

The petrified colt eye widen how did Comber know?

“Wait how do you know that!?”

Comber who was walking away turned with a smirk on his face.

“Your unit co-workers are unconscious, so when’s a better one to act who you’re truly are when they are not able to know just to save your own hide.”

“No, that’s-!”

The colt shut up realizing Comber’s isn’t wrong at all, he was attempting to save his hide by apologizing. Comber still felt bad, so he gave the colt a smile.

“Tell them you tried your best, and make it look like you did, alright, buddy?”

The colt still afraid of Comber looked at him with a happy face.

“Yes, thank you for your mercy sir?”

Comber walked to the right, walking for awhile until he exited the production room in general, he then turned his attention to the stairs and started walking towards them.

(”These workers are pathetic.”)

Comber felt anger brew in him; how dare the other workers look down on him because of his size. They seem to think they can take his rank by beating him. That’s not going to happen at all. That’s not how you achieve a high rank morons. You do by your experience and skill. Comber walked up the stairs, walking towards his unit and opening the entrance door. He saw Bullet napping and Commer face in his desk with paper under it, paper sheets more like it, and testing more blood with other types of substances, most likely poison. Comber shut the door waking up Bullet who frantically woke up.

“Huh, what, I wasn’t napping.”

Comber wanted to laugh but Commer already was.

“I’m pretty sure snoring counts as sleeping, you should blow your nose Bullet.”

Commer told Bullet who really did need to blow his nose. Bullet grabbed a tissue from a box that had razor blade art on it and a pony screaming to the right, blowing his nose, feeling the relief of an unstuffy nose.

“Anyway Comber what took so long?”

Comber walked to his desk, sitting down with a normal expression.

“A unit try to take my keys to our unit’s production and rob us.”

Commer thought about why they would attempt to rob somepony else’s work. It’s not like they are completing anything.

“I don’t even know why Comber.”

Bullet sighed with disbelief. Commer smirked. He knew why.

“Well if envy is anything then it would be that unit. They probably wanted to rob you because of your rank, bring you down and make you look bad in front of the leader with our unit production, make our rank go down-!”

Bullet chuckled.

“You mean up?”

Commer had a tiny amount of annoyance on his face.

“Depends how you look at it Bullet. Now what I was saying. They wanted to basically sabotage our unit.”

Comber stamped four papers before replying.

“Or they just hate me, but yeah I see you are more accurate.”

Commer smiled, he always like complements from Comber, especially since him and himself almost think alike besides he more on the battle side while he’s on the scientific side. Commer kept at his experiments. Comber wondered what he was doing but already guess. He’s writing down venoms and what they do to your cells, both on the outside and internally. Well at least he’s learning something unlike Bullet who sleeping, unless he’s in a school class in the dream. Comber giggled at the thought of dreaming being in class. That’s probably more boring unless it’s martial arts, then it’s more physical and fun, gym could be fun too, but martial arts is to improve your skill in combat, as well as get exercise, gym is more based on exercise.

“So what are you doing after work Commer?”

Bullet turned his head on his desk, he was bored and half awake.

“Probably go home and make sure my house looks spotless, then study more forensics.”

Bullet was now fully awake and with as smile. He lifted his head from the table, still keeping his glare on Commer.

“Well what you learn so far my friend in forensics?”

Commer laughed with a smirk.

“I know that there’s a lot of criminals to arrest. For starters we have a manager who’s on the police radar.”

Comber stamped the last paper, feeling satisfied his work was now complete. He heard Commer, he wanted to laugh but smirked instead. The part time assassin put the papers he stamped with approval into a plastic small rack meant only for papers of this importance. Comber turned his attention to the two co-workers.

“If you two are thinking about bringing me to justice, my friends, especially Bullet should bring yourselves to justice otherwise wouldn’t that not be hypocrisy?”

Bullet hoof palm, stop asking questions.

“Why yes Comber you are right, but we wouldn’t be able to save ponies lives if we did. Additional I believe Celestia would pardon us of our crimes as she knows we have no choice, we are all force to work here and you know that. Your soul can’t be stained with a deadly sin if your force to do it; there’s no full consent.”

Bullet for a moment thought Commer was a priest. He’s speaking religion, what?”

“I didn’t know you were a priest Commer?”

Commer giggled.

“I’m not my friend and hopefully future partner.”

Bullet mentally said Tartarus no. He’s not working with Commer, no, nope.

“You have a good point there Commer. However to point out it seems Bullet likes doing his dirty job.”

“Buck no Comber and you speak I’m a monster then? What the buck did you do to that mare that was a traitor we saw in the cafeteria!?”

Comber who now remembering the events that his father did, clinched a hoof, putting the hoof on his desk with a agitated expression, one eye closed.

“That wasn’t me Bullet.”

Comber said with intensity in his tone. Bullet didn’t lose his composure. Who was it then he wondered? Comber’s probably lying and it’s no doubt in a place like this.

“Are you trying to fool me Comber because I’ve seen your bad side and I must say you almost as ruthless as your father is.”

Comber expression turned from serious to anger; he doesn’t like being blame for something he knows he didn’t do, especially something his father did. He’ll take no credit.

“Bullet I swear to Celestia that I did not do that, my father decided to step in.”

Bullet and Commer was shocked. Wait Comber’s father is still around and about? But why did he kill a traitor Comber was supposed to? Did Comber fail to defeat the traitor so his father step in?

“Your father is still about!? Wait why did he show up to a traitor you were supposed to kill Comber?”

Comber tapped the desk, a little anxious. Why was he a little anxious he thought? Was it the slander he was getting or was it the fear? Why is there fear? None of these emotions make sense. Comber took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, reopening them and staring at Bullet then Commer.

“I don’t know why he was there he just was. Truth be told he killed the mare because I wasn’t going to kill her.”

Commer was shocked, Bullet was as well but decided to try to explain a joking reason why he would spare the mare.

“Looks like you found a mare friend Comber and your father did not approved.”

Bullet laughed loudly, stopping with tears in his eyes. The once laughing colt cleared his eyes of tears, he saw Comber and Commer staring at him with expressions asking if he’s done. Bullet grew a grin.

“Oh come on tell me you didn’t think about it Commer too.”

Commer shook his head with a no. Comber didn’t know what he was talking about, well he knew what he meant but didn’t understand the feelings and romance normal ponies would.

“Bullet she was not a friend but a victim of this evil establishment. I work alone and you know that Bullet. I simply wanted to spare her for how upfront she was and scared to die. All she ever did was aid and grow plants in her house, probably more than that but what I could tell, that was indefinitely her talent.”

Bullet couldn’t believe Comber even had mercy in him. He thought being rank 2 of a place that is nothing but ruthless, brutality and evil you would have no shred of mercy in you but apparently Comber does. Wait he remembers him saying he was going to let them escape with him does that show a form of mercy? Just what type of colt is Comber?

“Well I thought you were always a cold heart killer Comber that only obeys until today. Guess a lot changed Comber?”

Bullet said with a sarcastic tone. Commer smiled as Comber smirked.

“A lot changes everyday my friend and big changes are still in the air.”

Comber replied with a normal tone to bullet.

“That’s right and as long there’s change there’s science.”

Commer chimed in with Comber. Bullet got annoyed from Commer but let it go. He turned his attention back to his desk, putting the paper on it in the clear yellow folder to his right before looking back at his co-workers.

“Additional to proof Comber change was him throwing the colt who was beating on a helpless mare into the cafeteria instead as before brutality beating them and breaking their limbs.”

Bullet wanted to slap Commer. Is he really Comber’s true friend? That’s like the hero and the monster together. Does he really think they believe he didn’t do that to that poor mare shown in the cafeteria?

“Fine Commer I seen your point. How long have you two been friends?”

“We’re n-!”

Comber was about to speak before being cut off by Commer.

“Since we’ve been in high school. I was in his chemistry class. He wasn’t really good at chemistry.”

Comber felt a tiny bit of annoyance. Chemistry class was a pain. Too many elements and don’t get me started on the subatomic particles. That’s all pointless to his side of work as of now. Bullet chuckled.

“Neither was I and to be blunt. Most of the class teaches you useless information. Why in Celestia do we need to learn the subatomic particles?”

Bullet quickly put a hoof over his mouth. Holy Celestia he just asked Commer a question. Commer smiled, fixing his glass which gave a silver glare.

“Well my friend I tell you it simply. Atoms are made of subatomic particles and we are all made of atoms. To be short the matter of the atom, the blocks that piece the atoms together is the subatomic particles. The structure of the atom makes up the blocks or thing or item the atoms makes up. In short, the subatomic particles are very important and can determine if the atom is a Ion or not.”

Comber smirked. Important he says, he remembers hearing that phase being used by his chemistry teacher a ton.

“So is it possible to break down the atoms in the structures themselves?”

Bullet was shocked to hear yet again another question be asked for Commer to answer. Commer smirked with confidence.

“Well according to the law of conservation of energy. No. However I’m almost certain a magic spell could just erase them if brewed and steered, although such a spell would be extremely hard to contain has well to be made, since going against the laws of conservation of energy.”

Bullet didn’t think atoms cold be destroy, I mean he just said they can’t then said they could, and even if you could, splitting an atom causes an explosion doesn’t it? What is he truly saying, can you destroy atoms or not? Comber was thinking of a spell that could do just what Commer said. It’s going to take a lot of trail and errors but if he could get it then he could literally erase a pony from existence, killing them no matter what. That’ll be something to practice when he gets home. What’s important right now is they all need to check their work.

“Make sure you both check your work, review it.”

Comber said with a professional tone. Bullet and Commer counted their papers, Bullet opened his totes with the guts in it, pulling one and counting them all.

(”Bullet you’re a fool if you think you can accurately count when they are all together like that?”)

Commer thought to himself, he watch as Bullet put the lid back on the plastic tote. Bullet smirked, picking the tote up slowly, putting it on his back and walking to the cooler, putting it into a create for that specific type of blood, after walking out of the cooler a little cold from the sudden change in environment.

“My work is A okay. What about yours Commer?”

Commer added a drop into the cylinder filled of liquid slowly, then turned his attention to Bullet.

“My work is already finished, and I organized it unlike a certain co-worker.”

Bullet chuckled.

“You mean manager, right? Comber?”

Comber turned his attention to where he’s name was called. He kept his grim expression.

“Um... No Bullet, I’m almost certain he’s talking about you.”

Bullet turned to Commer who was whistling. That means Comber was right.

“Why must you both always find something I do incorrect then correct it?”

Commer chuckled. Comber checked his papers, satisfied with the work done, smiling, then turning his head back up to Bullet.

“That’s because you do things incorrectly or in a unorganized way.”

Comber and Commer said together. They looked at each other asking themselves did they literally just say the same sentence. Wow they can’t be wrong if you’re using physiology. Bullet felt a tiny amount of agitation brewing, he took a sigh before replying.

“Ha! You both are bullies and you know it.”

Comber heard hooves approaching the outside of the door. Comber slowly got up, watching the door open, did Bullet... No he left the door unlocked. A certain recognizable colt walked in with a cart that was black with a red bag, the bag size was 50×100.

“Well Nome, what brings you here? I didn’t call for you for a mess.”

Nome felt insulted by his best friend but let it go, after all the only reason he should be in units is to clean up a mess or rarely helping them with work.

“To be honest I’m just stopping by, checking up on my friend Comber. Since apparently you know if I’m lying Comber, I told you the truth. Do you happen to have any small messes for me to clean up?”

Comber turned his head, reviewing his unit’s environment, then looking back at Nome with a smile.

“I actually do, could you scrub the wall down Nome?”

Nome put a hoof over his forehead, saluting Comber before grabbing his sponge and power cleaner spray. He started at the walls by the windows, first in between them and then on the sides, viewing them down to make sure not to mess a single spec of dirt or dust. The there was quite a lot of dirt and dust on the sponge, Nome walked to the cart he walked in, pushing it by the back side closer to the windows, putting the sponge in the mop bucket to the left and cleaning it by squeezing it. He then started again on the walls, being watched by Comber and the unit’s co-workers. He turned his head back to the walls, wiping them clean. Bullet smirked.

“He’s truly a best friend Comber if he comes here on his own terms to check on you when he’s finished his work.”

Bullet told Comber who smirked. Bullet was right, Nome smiled into the window, seeing his reflection. He had a great smile. He wiped the window ledges. After Nome was done wiping that side of the room he went back to his cart and grab a cleaner for glass, grabbing the blue liquid spray bottle and walking towards the windows, where he sprayed them 11 times. After wiping them with a yellow sponge. He watched as the windows went from foggy to clear. He felt satisfied for some reason. Is it him helping his friend or his work? Maybe both? Nome walked towards the cart again, pushing it towards the door that he entered from.

“Well, if you have any messes Comber that are in your house, you can always call Nome to do it.”

Comber slowly looked at bullet with a concern face. Does he looked like the messy type?

“Bullet, no, that’s taking advantage of a friendship, but not only that, that’s using him, not treating him as he’s a friend. And time I don’t make messes and not clean them.”

Commer was about to chime in but was cut off from Bullet. Comber sat down in his chair, spinning fastly 3 times.

“Hey, that’s not what I meant! You can ask him if he can clean your wall or house if you payed him. Which wouldn’t training him be paying him?”

Comber scoffed at Bullet before walking towards him, bending over a tiny bit, grabbing the totes with his teeth before walking away into the cooler and putting it in the wooden type for blood A negative. He then walked out of the cooler for a shine from the door knob giving him a little shine in the eyes. He walked through it and back to Bullet with his normal expression.

“No Bullet. I’m not training him for some type of payment-!”

“You’re doing it as you’re his friend.”

Commer chimed in.

“Bullet you really don’t know Comber at all. He’s not doing it for me because just I’m his best friend, it’s because I’m done with not knowing how to fight and defend myself against the bullies in this place.”

Nome said with a closed eye smile. Bullet chucked. Nome has bullies?

“You means co-workers?”

“Bullies.”

“Well ain’t that the damn truth.”

Bullet and Nome laughed. Nome finished wiping the the wall, now all he has to do was the one with the cooler.

“By the way Comber, I wiped some of the creates I noticed that had blood on them.”

Commer put a cork on the tubes, before putting back in his back with his microscope. He then put his jaw on his hooves on his desk that was clear, clean and empty.

“Thank you for that Nome.”

“Yeah thanks to Bullet that’s not uncommon for blood to be on the exterior of the creates.”

“Shut up Commer.”

Bullet replied. He was just curing his boredom, what else should he do, test venom on blood types like Commer? Nome finished cleaning the last wall, as well as the exterior of the cooler and handle. He was surprised; far back to the right of the cooler there was a freezer, he knows what a freezer is for but why do they have a freezer? Ain’t only you are allowed to store organs in coolers?

“Well if you’re that bored Bullet? You should try mediation.”

Commer started clapping his hooves with a smile on his face.

“My thoughts exactly Nome. Mediation would help with your spirit as well as mood and focus.”

“Shut up Commer! Nopony asked you.”

Commer saw Comber get up, using his head to look around. Comber was reviewing Nome’s work quality. The part time assassin smiled.

“Well you did a great job Nome. Thank you for polishing my unit.”

Nome smiled at Comber.

“It’s no problem Comber. Are you ready to go home.”

“I’m always ready to go home Nome. This place smells like hide. And no it’s not because you lack work effort it’s because of the work we do here.”

“Well ain’t that the truth. A body decomposing will smell disgusting because of multiple variables.”

Commer said to Nome and Comber. Comber knew this, that’s why he normally throws them in the dumpster. Nome walked to his cart, grabbing the air freshener off it and spraying it, walking around the entire unit. He knew he’s safe to spray the air freshener because all the guts and production was put away and done. Comber nose caught the smell, ah, the smell of roses are a great essence. This reminded Comber of his greenhouse he has back at his mansion. Bullet didn’t mind, although Nome could’ve sprayed something more potent like cotton or better yet, mint.

“Remember Nome, not to use too much of the air freshener, the more, the faster it spreads through the room, even one press will make it ways around the room. However that depends on how potent the smell is. Then you would need more sprays to equal that one smell.”

Nome chuckled.

“Well seems like you went nose blind to the smell. It was bad so therefore I did what you literally just said and sprayed a lot around the room for extra potency.”

(”I swear to Celestia if Nome becomes a Commer Jr. I’m going to cut his tongue off.”)

Bullet told himself with anger brewing in him. The smarty pants needs to stop. Those type of ponies explain things in a filly like manner as they seem to think the normal colts can’t understand them if they were told in a more sophisticated manner are very annoying. Comber walked towards the middle of the two tables where Commer and Bullet was. Nome walked back to his cart, putting the air freshener back on the top of it, the spot he grabbed it from. He turned around and faced Comber.

“Just a reminder to us workers that the day ends in about-!”

“In 1000-999-998-997-996...”

Comber turned to Commer who was still counting down. He had a really bro face expression.

“Sometimes Commer I want to slap you. Stop being so darn precise!”

Commer laughed, still counting down mentally. Nome opened the unit door, ready to make his exit.

“Well I catch you later Comber. I got to organize and put my cart back neatly otherwise-!”

“The managers won’t like it, you go on head Nome. See you in about-!”

“900-899-888-!”

Comber picked up a small piece of splinter and threw it at Commer.

“Stop it...”

Comber said Commer stopped, smirking before started to meditate. Nome pushed his cart out, making sure not to bump into the door. After he pushed it out, he slowly turned around and saw Comber with a grin, then a smirk. Nome shut the door. Comber’s facial expression return to normal. He could see Nome’s cart being pushed away, towards the left side of his unit’s door, then to the elevator, that beeped as usually.

“Well hope you’re ready to go home Commer!”

Bullet asked, feeling relief is about to come. Commer opened an eye, staring at Bullet with a smirk before closing his eye, continuing to mediate.

“This place is torture, glad today’s almost over.”

Comber walked around the unit managing anything out of place and order like creates, supplies, PPE, as well as chemicals. Why do they have chemicals? Oh well better keep them just in case they are needed later.

“Wow Bullet that’s hypocritical of you to say since you are the executioner.”

Bullet swear to Celestia if Commer keeps talking and being a smart hide he’s going to be the next victim.

“Well everything is in ship shape. Prepare to go home.”

“I’m simply tapping my hooves on the ground and waiting Comber.”

Comber looked over at Commer with a really expression. The part time assassin saw Commer on his back laying his head on his hoof, on the bag that was black and look to be a little rough. Bullet got up, walking over to Comber, who turned to bullet with a yes expression.

“So why did you join the organization?”

Comber smirked with a confused expression. He’s now just asking this.

“You now ask me after how long we as a unit worked together? Why now all of a sudden?”

“I would like to know too Bullet, since we have 399-398-397.”

“Stop! It!”

Bullet and Comber said together giving a firm stare at Commer who smiled with closed eyes.

“Alright, alright I’ll stop.”

(”Why does he count down the time when he knows the bell is the only cue to leaving this wicked place? So why not just wait for it?”)

Comber thought to himself, turning his attention back towards Bullet. He was somewhat wanting to tell them the truth. Really nopony here ever asks why a pony joins because it’s normally by force or the bits. Kinda both if you think very hard about it. Comber smirked at Bullet, why does Bullet work here?

“Why are you working here Bullet?”

Bullet shook for a moment but remembered an important piece of information. Not matter what, if he value his life, he can’t tell nopony.

“I would tell you but I simply can’t.”

Comber smirked, at first he thought Bullet was lying, but he truthfully wasn’t, although he could tell Comber, but fear he might die, but not from justice, from a entity. Comber didn’t understand what the entity was all he could see from the deception was purple eyes of a pony but nothing else, no body or nothing. That’s bizarre, his deception normally always works, is their a specific reason why it’s not now? Whatever.

“I see, you fear death from an unknown entity. Do you happen to know who that entity is?”

Bullet face went pale, the gray mane colt gulped, responding with a no.

“I see, well you asked me how I joined. Well Bullet, I didn’t on my own terms, when I was 15 my father enrolled me here. You might asked why? Since you are no different as you work here also, I can tell you. It was to make me tuff up. All it really done was anger me. All the workers here are not a challenge to me excluding the top 5 workers. They are all nothing but annoying bullies.”

Bullet listened to Comber, he agreed with Comber about the workers here, they are mostly bullies. Why his father enrolled him here, just why!? Couldn’t he teach Comber himself? Maybe he wanted to see how Comber performs with other colts and mares, or a more precise measurement, killers. Comber’s father is a monster, Bullet knows Coomber, and he knows that his rage must never be tested.

“So wait your father enrolled you here?”

Commer asked, causing Comber to turn to him. Comber’s expression was confusion.

“Yes. I just sa-!”

“He must be a really messed up father.”

Commer chimed in with a bored tone.

“Didn’t I tell you and Bullet that I wasn’t the one who broke that mare in two? That wasn’t me that was really my father.”

“Yes, yes you did tell us that, but I would’ve assume your father wasn’t as messed up as to enroll you into this filthy evil place.”

Bullet walked over to the right of Comber, staring at Commer with an intense look.

“He is, and trust me, he makes Comber look like a kitten.”

Comber turned to the right, slapping Bullet upside the head.

“Ow, wh-!”

“Shut-up! I don’t meow.”

Bullet took 4 hoof steps back to the northeast of the room.

“Well are you still cou-!”

“10-9-8-7-6-5-4.”

(”Oh Celestia give me a break.”)

The bell rung throughout the entire organization. It’s that time of the day, freedom. Commer got up from his desk, grabbing his bag, walking aside Comber on the left, Bullet walked to Comber’s right side.

“You both know-!”

“Yes not to leave the unit until the stampede outside of the unit stops.”

“Precisely Bullet.”

Commer responded. Ah this feeling again, it’s like when the final bell at school rings. Fillies talking non stop as they ran down the hallways, ah those was the days. The sound of hooves halted. Bullet opened the door, seeing two pegasus fall down on top of each other in front of the unit doorway, before rolling off the ledge, flying hugging each other, it was a blue and white pegasus, the white pegasus had a pink mane and blue had a dark blue coat and red and black swirls in the mane. Wait a Celestia moment, those was the same pegasus who flew down kissing earlier. What the buck are they doing now? Taking a hoof step farther?

“Hahaha!”

Commer laughed seeing the whole incident play out. Bullet bit his lip, he’s not laughing. A loud bang and moaning was heart from the first floor. Bullet laughed, that what they get, also it sounds wrong from the actions they just seen them doing. The leader walked out of his office, watching workers leave through the front doors, the sun shimmering over all of them. He looked down in front of him seeing a white pegasus and a blue pegasus on top of each other.

(”What the buck!?”)

“What in Death’s name are you two doing! Get out of here before I have you both killed!”

The pegasuses eyes shoot opened as they saw the leader’s furious eyes. What? They can’t kiss? What a moment, they looked down at each other, wait this looks like they are having-!

“Sorry!”

“It’s not what it looks like!”

They two pegasus quickly stood up and ran to the exit doors, afraid they were going to get in trouble or even worst, receive death. The leader looked up the stairs watching Bullet, Commer and Comber walk down. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, the leader waited for them in front of the last stair.

“How’s it going sir?”

Bullet asked, the leader smirked. The three colts finally down to the first floor.

“It’s going good. Besides witnessing a couple of love birds.”

“Yeah they did that flying in circles earlier, it was hilarious.”

“The word (hilarious) isn’t the word I’ll use Bullet. It’s simply forbidden in this place.”

“I understand sir.”

“I assuming there’s a reason why you waited for us specifically?”

Comber asked with a dull tone. Commer and Bullet worried Blade snitched on them, but they were far wrong. The leader smiled.

“I waited here to remind Comber of trouble that could be heading his way. You two are free to go.”

Bullet and Commer was relieved Blade didn’t snitch on them. They started walking towards the open doors, eventually out it. The leader refocus his attention back on Comber with a smirk.

“So Comber, you better not die on me tonight. I have faith in you. Show those workers who’s boss. Not them, but you.”

Comber deviously smirked at the leader. He extended a hoof. Granfer was a little confused, but a wicked smile came across his face, he understood Comber completely.

“I intend to and ain’t you the boss, not me? Hahaha!”

Granfer chuckled. The leader grabbed and shook Comber’s hoof. After he used his magic blast to search the organization. He sighed, he knew Blade would still be around, sometimes he swear that colt is more sneaker than the highest of assassins.

“Have a great day sir, see you tomorrow.”

“Well, you are very confident!”

“I’m not afraid of no good killer bullies.”

“Glad to hear, now you shall have a good day, and remember if you fail, you’ll pay with your life.”

Granfer gave Comber a serious glare. Comber didn’t shake or nothing, he just kept his normal expression, before turning around and walking towards the front doors of the organization. Granfer watched as Comber left, closing the doors behind him.

“I didn’t tell him to close the-! Oh well.”

“So Comber still have problems with co-workers?”

Granfer turned to the voice, seeing Blade, almost bumping into his face. Granfer was startled but remained calmed.

“I swear Blade you’re more sneaky then an assassin.”

“You mean the highest of assassin’s?”

“So you heard that Blade, well yes, yes you are. You have great hearing.”

“I’ve been told. You have no idea.”

“So why are you still here?”

Blade chuckled.

“I’m just listening on yours and Comber’s conversation. If I’m to judge. Comber’s going to make quick work of those units, none of them are lower than ranks 150-!”

“Nope, you mean higher right?”

“Holy Celestia, sir we both know lower means higher.”

Granfer smirked at Blade.

“Well that’s an antonym.”

Blade grunted, moving his face closer towards the leader with a serious expression.

“Oh I know, just messing with you Blade.”

Blade pulled his face back from the leaders, his expression changing back to normal. Blade chucked with a smile before responding.

“Y’know not to mess with (me,) I’m not a joking colt like the other low ranks.”

“Yeah no kidding. Would it festered your soul if you did?”

Blade grin was the answer Granfer needed.

“You can leave now Blade. I hope the end of your day goes smoothly and well.”

Blade smirked.

“I intend on it being.”

“Saw you talking to the leader Granfer? What happen? Was your secret plan discovered?”

Comber closed his eyes in annoyance, then reopened them with a calm expression.

“No, and it’s not much of a secret if you know and so does my unit.”

Nome laughed. Comber did have a point.

“The only pony the secret is being kept from is the leader and the rest of the killers in the filthy place, and of course you know why.”

“Yes, completely.”

“So how was work today?”

Nome remember the messes he cleaned, someone took a dump in the urinal, the first one when you come into the bathroom. Besides that, the usual.

“Besides somepony pooping into the urinal, the first one in the bathroom, then I guess pretty much the same, otherwise I wouldn’t have had the time to visit your unit.”

Comber smirked, he was glad Nome came to his unit today and cleaned it, Commer was especially happy, now he could do more experiments; Comber would’ve helped Commer clean anyway, so it would’ve been fast; too bad magic spells for cleaning are prohibited.

“Yes and thanks a ton for that Nome, very much appreciated. You still coming over for lessons?”

“I wouldn’t have made it a plan Comber and mentioned it to your unit workers if I wouldn’t stick to my word.”

Comber and Nome entered Flustered Town, this place smell is always nostalgic for the both of them when coming back from work. Comber and Nome arrived from the north of Flustered Town. They continued to walk until they saw the black house to their right. That was like a land mark for them, but both knew where Comber’s house is, this landmark is a good indicator to where it is.

“Why did that pony paint his house black?”

Nome asked, curious. He assumed the owner likes the color black. Comber kept his normal expression before responding.

“I guess they just like the color black.”

“You mean the owner?”

Comber sighed.

“Yes Nome.”

The two kept walking, eventually turning to the right, then walking straight again. The pathway of this town is a bumpy one. When will they finally decide to smooth it out?

“So let’s say you go along with your plan and you leave the organization, what will you do after Comber?”

Comber kept walking, thinking on Nome’s words, he’s right, what will he do next, become an assassin like his dad? No, he doesn’t want to be a killer anymore, but would his dad be proud of that and accept that? Would he like it if Comber’s a hero instead? These thoughts passed through Comber’s mind, almost forgetting the question Nome asked him.

“I guess what I want, which isn’t to be under a iron hoof. Do my own thing sounds more like it.”

Nome smiled. He agreed with Comber but didn’t agree. If he leaves the organization, well... He won’t, he’ll die, but if he did, he couldn’t blame him, in fact, blame anypony for wanting to leave that horrible place; and he knows, he cleans it. Nome pay attention to his surroundings, seeing many ponies watching them walk down the streets. They mainly focused on Comber. Seems like his reputation is still well known. Many ponies went inside, fear in their eyes, closing their doors behind them. Nome looked back at Comber with a concern face. Comber looked like he was sad. That’s nearly impossible because many ponies who get to go home from that place is thrilled, they don’t have to keep working in that Tartarus environment.

“You okay Comber?”

Comber expression switched back to normal.

“I’m fine, I got 3 units to end tonight.”

“So what I’ve heard from the leader when I cleaned his office was right, 3 units on the same floor as your unit wants to kill you. But why?”

“Envy Nome, envy.”

“That’s just sad.”

“That place is sad Nome, you can smell it in the air.”

Comber faced forward, causing Nome to do the same. They both saw a specific mansion.

“We’ve arrived Nome. I hope you’re ready for your training.”

Nome smirked at Comber.

“I’m sure am. I’m not afraid.”

“You’ll be surprised how many ponies are when they face me.”

Comber responded to Nome with devious in his tone. Comber grabbed the doorknob to his mansion front door, opening it. The part time assassin held it open for his best friend to walk inside, which Nome did. Comber shut the door slowly behind them, turning to his living room after he locked the door.

“Lights!”

Comber commanded. White lights flickered on, with the ones in the kitchen turning gray. Nome was curious about that. What air freshener does Comber use because it smells great.

“Out of curiosity why is the lights in the kitchen gray Comber when the rest of the house is white.

Comber chuckled. Understanding Nome’s point.

“Yes I see your point, but it’s a quickly reminder that it’s about to be dark, the lights in the kitchen represents the time of day.”

“I see, so they are day lights?”

“I just said Nome.”

“Right, sorry.”

“Fallow me.”

Comber walked from the living room, into the kitchen then into the greenhouse. Nome fallowed him, curious why they went into the greenhouse, this isn’t where they’ll be training right? Comber opened a glass door, walking out of the greenhouse, Nome was still viewing the greenhouse as he exited out the door. He was surprised that Comber was this much of a gardener now, is that his joy? Well that’s weird but whatever. Nome walked out of the greenhouse, amaze by the smell of the backyard and greenhouse. The greenhouse smelled better but how does his backyard smell good? Does he water the grass or something? Nome turned to his left and right, seeing buttercups as well as tulips. Now he knows how the garden smells good, what fertilizer does he use on his flowers and plants?

“Between your home, greenhouse and backyard, which one do you think smell better Comber?”

“Which one did you like Nome?”

Comber asked with curiosity.

“The greenhouse.”

“Expected. My favorite is my home of course, it’s where you are most of the day and where you sleep. You don’t normally sleep in a greenhouse.”

Nome laughed, agreeing with Comber. Nome saw many pony dummies, the conditions they were in, one face smashed in, one seemed if it had one, had its heart ripped out and the third one was decapitated. These sights frightened Nome. Comber’s that brutal at Combat? Hopefully he ain’t when he’s teaching him. Does he practice combat everyday before work or just in general?

“Do you practice fighting every day Comber?”

“Yes, I sure do. Prepare yourself for your training Nome. It won’t be a cake walk like cleaning.”

Comber said with a devious expression. Comber walked 25 hooves steps away in front of Nome. Nome felt a little insulted but knew Comber wasn’t wrong. Fighting smartly is nothing like cleaning, but that place, when you’re cleaning it, it’s no cake walk. Nome looked at Comber with a confused and anxious face.

“You’re training starts now Nome.”

Comber deviously smirked at Nome. A shade from the clouds covering the top of his face.

Author's Note

I'm thinking of taking martial arts myself later on. How about any of you?