The History Of Comber!

Comber's eyes opened, sunlight creaking in from the blinds, nearly blinding Comber who wits was getting back to him. He slowly got up, looking out the window. The sun is still rising, so this means it's almost time for work again. Work is fun, you know that? Sarcasm.

("Welp, might as well grab my cape, water my plants and then practice a little more fighting moves, then head to work.")

Comber walked towards his cape, grabbing it from the coat rack; putting it on him, tying the front at his neck. He smirked. This is how he's easily identified. Comber walked into the kitchen, the coat hanger was still shaking from Comber grabbing his cape off it. finally the coat hanger stopped in place. Comber walked through the door towards his Zen garden. Ah the smell of healthy flowers will bring a smile to even the depression. Comber grabbed the water can to his right, the same green one as last time. He used his magic to levitate the watering can into the air, floating it towards all his plants and flowers. Each by each was watered to the correct specifications. Comber had to refill the water can three times, but after, putting it back on the silver rale. He made his way towards the exit door to the backyard. Comber shutting the door behind him, after, walking towards his dummies, setting them up as usual with his magic. He got in his stance, then practiced more kicks as well as punches. Comber performed a 180° kick, spinning 360° on the ground on his left rear hoof, then back on all fours. Comber dashed at the dummy that was using a hoof to dare Comber to attack; Comber did, performing the same kick he recently practice. The head flew off like a baseball. Fake blood spurted out of the neck cavity. Comber back flipped away from it, using his magic to grab the decapitated head, putting it back on the dummy. The dummy that had magic around it disappeared. Remaining stiff, like it was dead. Comber practice the same kicks he practice yesterday, performing them all on each dummy. After Comber was done. He wiped his forehead, before opening the door and walking back into the zen garden. Comber shut the door behind him, locking it. He then made his way down the hallway, looking at all the decor around him. The flowers matching up, the flowers blooming and the smell coming from them, the area completely clean of all trash. Comber walked through the door, he was back in his kitchen, he closed the door behind him, turning to his right, walking towards the front door, as he walked towards it he looked all around the room, making sure it was as clean as possible. It was. Now Comber's not a freak when it comes to cleaning but he's definitely not like the rest of the colts in this town or at his job. Comber opened the front door, walking into the breezy weather. He shut the door behind him, facing forward, looking at the humid path.

("Last night was gloomy.")

Comber told himself, believing the weather from last night carried over to the morning. Comber started walking down the gloomy path, looking at his surroundings. All seems normal to him. Comber stopped at the sign he always does in the morning. The sign said Aggressive path. Comber started walking down the path.

("Where's-!?")

"Good morning Comber!"

Comber smirked.

"Good morning Nome."

"Ready for work?"

"As I ever be."

Comber and Nome started walking down Aggressive path.

"So do you think you can become a higher position than unit manager?"

Comber chuckled.

"Yes, and I was offered before, but turned them down. I'm not managing a bunch of demons."

"Haha, I don't blame you Comber."

Nome and Comber quickly turned to the left, heading off the path, to the southwest of Flustered Town. After a long walked, they exited Flustered Town. They continue to walk, their destination, the organization.

"So what are you're goals today?"

"Many Blood type B harvesting. Yours?"

"You know my position Comber, you don't have to-!"

Comber quickly putting a hoof on Nome's head, pushing him down. Nome was shocked and confused, but heard a tree be penetrated behind him with what sounds like a arrow. A colt walked from behind a shaded tree, attempting to sneak up on Comber who wasn't paying attention, he was faking it. The colt grabbed a arrow, attempting to stab Comber in the back of his back with it. Comber quickly turned towards the colt, grabbing the hoof with the arrow, twisting it, making the colt drop the arrow. Comber kicked the arrow away. The colt spit in Comber's face, punching him after. Comber was provoked by the colt already and now he spits in his face in battle? The colt was lifted into the air by Comber. Comber slammed the colt down with fast speed. The colt hit the hard ground, jaw first. The colt yelled in pain. The part time assassin walked backwards, leaving Nome confused.

"Hey Nome I want to see you fight this coward of a fighter."

Nome was shocked. His first fight? Wait this is a lesson from Comber before work? Wasn't the lesson after work? No this can't be staged. That colt spit in Comber's face. There's no way Comber would let him do that. Who would want to have some colt spit in your face, even if it is an act? Nome looked at Comber with hesitation, then back at the colt who was getting back up, grunting as he did.

"What, are-are you-!"

Comber walked towards Nome, facing him with a mentor look.

"You don't fear your opponent Nome. Remember that lesson? Practice what you practice on him so we can get to work."

"Ye-yes sir!"

The colt was back on our four hooves, ready to charge at Comber. Nome stepped in front of Comber with a serious expression. He was ready to fight. No more of being a coward. Nome took a look at the colt, wait that was a bully in his elementary school. Nome smirked and chuckled.

"Alrighty Comber. I want to teach this colt a piece of your teachings. Don't you remember him?"

"Besides what seems to be blur blue eye on the right then I don't."

"He bullied me in elementary and now he's going to pay."

Comber was surprised. Nome had a bully in elementary school. It's no surprised he has one at the organization because everypony there is a heartless monster, who don't even deserve to be called a pony.

"Well I'll let you have this grudge, but remember Nome. Martial Artists shouldn't hold any grudges. It can cause a mental block in battle."

Nome shook his head to Comber with a yes. Nome walked towards the colt, turning his head towards the colt who at first was confused but now he gets it. Nome begged Comber to let him fight him? Nome always being like a filly. Rely on others for his attributes. Oh well...

("I'll make sure you remember why I bully and beat you Nome! You idiotic colt.")

Nome ran at the colt, the colt ran at him. They both threw a punch at each other, Nome went for a block. The block was successful. The colt headbutted Nome, causing him to stagger backwards. Nome regained his wits, shaking his head and ducking under the colt. He went for a gut punch but the speed of his attack was too slow. The colt dodged it. Kneeing Nome in the face, knocking him to the ground. Nome dodged a stomp, grabbing a hold of the left front hoof of the colt.

"This was for my baby tooth you knocked out Colin!"

Nome pulled on the hoof, pulling the colt to the ground.

("Oh no you don't!")

Colin got back up. Nome was about to attempt to stomp on Colin mouth. Colin laughed, before landing a direct punch to the left side of Nome's cheek. Nome vision went blurry.

("What the buck did he just hit me with? An Advil?")

Colin saw his opportunity, he grabbed Nome's face, kneed him in it, then pushed him down by his back. Comber watched, getting more angry at himself for letting Nome fight his his elementary school bully. It's justice if he won but this isn't justice; he's losing.

"You think you can beat me Nome. You're a coward. I hope you don't like your ribs!"

Colin stomped on Nome's chest, shattering the ribs. He repeatedly stomped on Nome. Nome yelled in pain.

"Now for your face!"

Colin stomped on Nome's face, making blood spurt out of the mouth. Colin walked away, grabbing the arrow Comber kicked away earlier. He made his way back towards Nome who was struggling to get back up. Colin kicked him in the stomach, pushing his head back down, and in terms, his entire body. Colin flipped Nome who was in anguish and grunting pain over on his chest.

"Well I hope you don't need your life anymore. I'll make this blow my finishing blow."

Colin put a hoof on Nome's chest, feeling for a heart beat, moving his hoof around he feeling Nome's heart beating fast. The heart beat was becoming faint. He pulled his hoof with the arrow in it, pointing down.

"This is goodbye, Nome. You were worthless anyways. Let's see your body gush and spurt out together! Die!

Colin stabbed the arrow down towards Nome's heart, a devious expression on his face. His eyes narrowed and full of hatred. Nome saw the arrow coming, closing his eyes, bracing for the impact. The arrow halted. Nome was confused, why hasn't he been stabbed yet? Is this a ruse to make him think he ain't going to be stabbed just so he can be stabbed unprepared? Nome's left eye open, then his right. He saw a black hoof gripping Colin's hoof with the arrow in it. Colin turned his head to his left, seeing the colt who stopped his finished blow.

"Enough. This stops now Colin."

Colin chuckled nervously. Who does Comber think he is? He's definitely not a hero. Friendship is weakness. Is that why Comber saved Nome? Pathetic.

"Get your weak hoof off of mine!"

Colin tried to break free but couldn't, Comber's grip was too strong. Colin attempted to grab the arrow with his right hoof, Comber waited, acting if he doesn't know Colin's plan, so his hoof will open at the right moment. Comber grabbed the arrow, snapping it in half before throwing it behind himself. Colin punched Comber in the neck, Comber felt that one.

"Ugh! How weak is my hoof now Colin!?"

Comber lifted Colin into the air, slamming him down on his stomach, he repeatedly swung him down until...

"Please, stop, I surrender."

Nome laughed.

"Hahaha! How does it feel to be beaten against your will Colin!?"

"Shut the buck up Nome!"

"Thanks for saving... Me Comber. I owe you one."

Comber still kept Nome's question to mind.

"How does it feel, I suggest you answer him."

Comber gave Colin a cold stare in his eyes that had blood down them. Colin's head was fractured, his bones sprained and on the verge of being fractured. A damaged gut, which explains the reason for the blood to leak from his mouth. Colin stared into Comber's eyes, his heart dropped.

"It doesn't feel good, it's-it's horrible! I'll never bully you again Nome!"

"You promise!?"

"Yes on my life!"

Comber let Colin's hoof go. Colin was grateful, but pride broken. He just played as a fool, and by who, a colt that looks like a teenager!? That arrow was giving to him by Dad, oh his dad is going to kill him? Colin slowly got back up, walking behind Comber. Comber sensed the bloodlust, but then it disappeared, why? He was hoping for another attack; because this time he's knocking Colin out.

"I want to say to you both I'm sorry. I just feel like I have no choice?"

Nome and Comber was shocked. What did he really just say?

"You had no choice? What in Celesita's name are you talking about!?"

Colin was aside Comber on the left looking at Nome.

"I was a bully to you, seriously. I let my life that was in the shades, drive me to do the same to others. My father didn't help either, in fact he made my life even worse by making me join the organization."

Comber eyes shot open, this sounds almost like what happen to him. But he never took it out on other ponies to make himself feel better.

"But that doesn't give you the right to take it out on other ponies."

Comber replied with a compassionate tone.

"Yeah like me."

Nome remembers all the times when Colin would bully him, it wasn't fun, most he could ignore, until it got physical.

"I'm sorry I tried to kill you twice Nome."

Nome felt bad for Colin. However, at the same time he did just try to take his life without a second thought and who even knows if he's telling the truth. Comber used his magic to heal Nome, lifting him back on all four hooves

"You just tried to kill me in cold blood Colin, that's hard to forgive. The beating was hard to forgive alone."

"I know Nome, I'm sorry. I hope one day you can forgive me."

"if you're going to be a fighter, then get used to beatings Nome."

Comber told Nome. Who listened, forgiving colin. Colin was genuinely sorry for his actions, Comber could tell. There's no deception to say otherwise.

"Comber is this a ruse? Is he actually telling the truth?"

Comber closed his eyes, shaking his head up and down. Nome couldn't believe it. All Colin ever needed was a pony to teach him a lesson and feel like he's not alone. Everypony who works at the organization will always feel the pressure of it; and the way the way relief that pressure is by taking it out towards a co-worker or another pony they know they are more superior to, they can bully and harm with no question. Sickos is what they are.

"Well thanks Colin. That meant a lot. I guess because your life was always in the gutter you found entertainment in me somehow. I'm sorry your life was like that."

Nome felt bad for Colin, granted he tried to kill him but he's been through worse at the organization.

"Are you sorry for beating me and nearly killing me?"

"Yes. I realized Comber is a very great friend towards you. I can't tell you that all the colts I ever and I mean ever knew would never save another colt, unless it's a personal gain. Comber did which is why I looked at him very shocked when he grabbed my hoof. The friendship you two have is beyond my concept. I really need friends."

Comber scoffed.

"Then go friend hunting. I'm sure somepony out there will befriend you. Don't try the organization."

"Hahahaha! Comber, you know as well as I do nearly everypony in this region, especially in Flustered Town will not befriend me. Would a shark befriend a seal? I presume not."

"Look, I'll befriend you."

Nome declared. Colin was in shock, he wasn't expecting them to befriend him and if they were it wouldn't have been Nome out of the two of them. I mean he did spit in Comber's face.

"I'm sorry for spiting in your face Comber. I was-!"

Comber turned back at the brown colt with a red mane and tail. The mane and tail had blue outlines. His eyes was orange.

"You better be. I can't tell you in the past how many ponies, mainly colts who I brutally murdered because they decided to spit their saliva in my face. Consider yourself lucky kid."

Colin looked down then back at Comber. Comber was well know back then. So he's really lucky Comber didn't go into rage mode. Colin was about to respond to Comber but was cut off by him and Nome walking past him.

"Come on Colin, you don't want to be late, because."

"I know Nome, I know."

Colin ran towards Comber and Nome, appearing on the right side of Nome.

"So what unit are you in Comber? I've know Nome's the janitor. So I know what unit he's in."

"Unit 25 Colin. Don't go around bulling anypony else."

"I don't intend to Comber. Let's be honest, none of us look forward to this job."

"I agree Colin however if we don't go to work."

"We'll be tortured and killed."

"Exactly Nome."

The three colts agreed the organization colts is horrible. It's like a school but one where no friendship is bound and ponies want to feel better making others feel down or beating them to a pulp. The three colts were in front of the organization. None of them wanted to go in, but they know they have to.

"So I'm not the only one that comes here a little earlier before the start of work am I?"

"No, you're not Colin, I've never seen you before when we arrived."

"Because you were always behind us."

"How in Celesita's name do you know that?"

Comber chuckled.

"The same reason I knew you were behind the tree and the moment I knew you tried to kill Nome with an arrow wasn't a bluff both times."

Colin was shocked, is Comber able to read minds? Sense emotions? Colin was sure Comber won't tell him. Comber opened the big doors to the organization, Nome and Colin looked at each other, giving nods before walking into the place they dreaded so much. Comber let the doors slam behind them.

"Alright, this is where we depart, see you soon Nome."

"See you soon Comber."

"Make sure to stay out of trouble Colin."

"I-I plan to."

The three colts made their separate ways, Comber walked upstairs, Nome walked straight forward, through the cafeteria, heading towards his janitor closet. Colin fallowed Comber upstairs.

"Your unit is on the upper floors?"

"Indeed it is."

"You know Colin, not many colts or ponies that I've known were willing to apologize to others for their consent wrong doings. You did. You got heart boy, don't forget that."

"Wait how'd-!"

Comber patted Colin on the shoulder. Colin continued walking upstairs. Feeling uneasy about Comber patting him on the shoulder. Comber walked across the second floor to his unit. When he arrived at the front door, he looked around, closed his eyes, attempting to sense any bloodlust. There wasn't any. Comber turned the doorknob, opening the unit door, walking into the unit. The door slam shut behind him. Comber walked to his left, using a hoof to punch in with his hoof print. Comber then turned to the rest of the unit with a little bit of shock.

"Alright, so what time did you both come in, because why is their already 3 creates done?"

Comber gave them a happy smirk. Bullet and Commer turned to Comber with satisfied expressions. Commer would like to answer that. Bullet doesn't understand why ponies ask questions to Commer. He's going to give them an accurate answer. Too accurate if you ask him.

"Simple we always focus on our work before talking or messing around. Don't want to get in trouble now do we?"

Comber smirked, Commer is right. Comber walked towards his desk, sitting down at it, facing the door he once walked through. Comber looked at Bullet then Commer.

"Did he play creates and shoots again?"

Bullet gulped as Commer laughed.

"What gave it away?"

"There's a little bit of blood stains still seen on the creates, as it leaked down it and dried up."

"Very good observation as always Comber."

Commer replied. Bullet scoffed. He knows exactly why too.

"Because all managers needs to keep a vigilant eye out for what they are managing. Wasn't you once an employee?"

"Exactly. And yes I was, technically still am. So what did you both do exactly?"

Bullet was about to talk, taking in a breath. Commer cut him off.

"We did the blood type A+ and -A. And some extra work for tomorrow."

"Alright. Good job."

Comber praised them, before grabbing papers from under his desk. He put them to his right, taking one that was stable to 3 others. He took a pen with magic, filling it out. He checked mostly everything off, like: was the harvest done correctly and on time? Did your employees perform the work with your or without your help? Did they need any guidance on the assignments? Was the correct blood types, as well as DNA harvest correctly and safely? Was they neatly put in the create correctly and with care? Well Bullet didn't do that, but as long as they are able to work and isn't damaged then it's alright, but if something's wrong with them he can't be blame as he wasn't here to begin with at the time they started production today. Comber finished filling the papers out; after going onto the next one, which is the papers for the negative A blood type.!

"Bullet this is for your safety. Please don't be too rough or throw the harvest items into the creates. The last thing I need is for them to punish you."

Bullet was scared of the organization. Who wouldn't be, even Comber must fear the organization? If he doesn't that means he doesn't fear death. Bullet regained his composer, smiling at Comber.

"I understand sir. Thank you for your compassion."

Comber turned his attention back to his paper work, finishing it like he did with the last one. After he was finished, he filled the one out for their extra work. After Comber finished that one, he put them in a pile for collection, he got up from his chair.

"Alright I got to take these creates down stairs. I'll be back soon."

Comber walked towards the create on the top, carrying it on his back, and out of the room. The door slam behind him. The part time assassin walked down stairs and towards the storage room. There's many, so the one that holds he's unit's production is where he always go. There have to be at least 150 units here. Comber thought to himself. Comber opened the door, walking in, opening the next door to his unit's production.

("I'm glad I don't have to walk all the way into the storage room.")

Comber put the create on the right back side in his unit production room, then walked out.

("This place always smells like hide.")

Comber thought to himself, making his way out of the storage room and back up stairs to his unit. As he was walking up the stairs, he looked around. His eyes moving back and forth. There's a flyer trying-! Comber got hit in the left side of his jaw by a red and blue coat pegasus. The pegasus flew back at Comber who stopped on the stairs. He acted if he was still looking for her so when she tried to do attack again, Comber grabbed her by the wings, pulling her face to his.

"What the heck are you doing?"

"Oh you're going to hurt me? Please make it rough."

Comber could tell this mare is sick. Make it rough? What is she talking about and why is she trying to look cute? Ridiculous. Comber swung the mare up, then down directly at the first floor from nearly the second floor. She screamed before she hit the ground.

"I can't stop. Ahaaaa!"

She flapped her wings, decreasing the force of the fall. She hit the ground, feeling bruised, and sores everywhere.

"I think, I'll... Lay here for, a little while."

The mare closed her eyes. Comber took a stare down, before shaking his head, walking back up and towards his unit.

("Moron.")

Comber opened the door to his unit, walking towards the other creates quickly.

"What happened out here Comber? It sounded like a mare was being tortured."

Bullet asked, Commer smirked.

"That's simple, he probably was attack but her and delt with her accordingly."

"And that's correct. That moron thought it would be funny to attack me as I walked up the stairs flying past me and punching me the first time."

"Wait you, didn't kill her right?"

Bullet asked. How dare he ask that when he has to torture and kill the victims here? Whatever.

"No because I'm not a dense idiot. She just in pain on the ground."

Comber told Bullet as he grabbed the negative A create. He was ready to take it out of the unit and down stairs, having it already on his back in no time. He's the type to get his work done swiftly.

"Hahaha, you could say she... 'fell" on pain, haha!"

Commer gave Bullet an eyebrow.

"That was a bad joke Bullet."

"Hahahaha! Sorry, I'm not good at jokes. Who do I look like a comedian? No I'm a killer."

"And you're proud of that Bullet?"

Commer gave Bullet a starling expression. It was regret and anxiety. Bullet face changed from serious to regret, looking at the desk, then back at Commer with a regretful serious face.

"It's not like I have any other choice but to do my job like the both of you are. You refused-!"

Comber walked towards the door. How can Comber just do that. They get he's crazy strong but that still must put a strain on his back/spine, muscles and body in general. Use the tools they advise because they are to make the job easier. Ain't it against the policy of the organization to not use the tools they prescribed you for certain jobs anyway?

"Hey Comber is it-!"

The door slammed shut behind Comber. Once again nothing new besides the smell and that's because of Nome. He always makes sure this floor is done first. Favoritism because of Comber. Comber reached the bottom of the steps, walking past a certain pegasus who had a red and blue coat. She reached out to his hooves but failed at grabbing them. Comber completely ignored her. Comber opened the storage room, then his unit's production once again, setting this create on the opposite side of the last one. Comber walked out of the unit production room, looking around him. There's many workers out here or should he say should be managers. Bunch of lazy managers. Comber walked out of the storage room; walking towards the stairs, he noticed the pegasus on the ground still. He wasn't going to let her die because she can't perform her duties. Even though she did try to knock him off the stairs. There's something mentally wrong with her. Comber picked the mare up, who noticed this. She blushed looking at his face. The part time assassin walked towards nurse office with her, she kept her blushes at him. She didn't know where they were going until they reached the door of the nurse office. She was afraid, embarrassed and felt a weird feeling. Does Comber love her?

Comber tossed her onto the ground in the nurse's office.

"I noticed this pegasus who was on the ground in pain. So I brought her here. She probably bumped into something... Hahaha."

The pegasus felt embarrassed, ashamed. He's really lying. She knows how to fly and she won't take another flying test to prove it.

"N-no."

The pegasus lost consciousness. Comber left the office, not want to waste any more of his time on this pegasus. The nurse quickly got up from her chair, putting the pegasus on the bed, putting a cold rag on her head. She then ran to her fridge, grabbing more ice packs, putting them on her body, back, and both pair of wings. She had so much bruises . Did she get beat up or in a fight?

Comber arrived at his unit's door, opening it, quickly walking in. The door slammed, alarming Bullet and Commer. He's back a little late then expected, what happened now?

"So you're a little late Comber, what-?"

"Commer, you know not to question managers and I was a 'little' late because I took that pegasus to the medic center."

Bullet and Commer was shocked. Why did he do that? Especially after she tried basically knocking him of the stairs; although the height of the floor wasn't that high. Still she hit him and when sonepony hits you, why would you help them after?

"Why?"

Bullet and Commer said together, shocked sonepony as high as Comber in the organization would help out a useless mare instead of leave a beat down a beat down. Comber expression changed to compassion.

"That's because I don't need her being killed because of her injuries cause by me."

"Then why not heal her? Why take her to the medic?"

Bullet asked in shocked. Commer knew why, ready to spill the answer.

"It's simple Bullet. She's a pegasus and if she was healed then they would be suspicious. If she's injured on the job or flying and 'accidentally' almost hitting somepony, then they be gentle with her. Comber took to the nurse's office because he knew that. In the end of it. She has an excuse of why she was late coming back to her unit and for her part of the job being a little backed up."

Comber was shocked Commer could tell all his motives and it's not like he can sense deception either. Can he read minds or all of these just knowledge he knows about the organization.

"I impressed Commer. You never fail to give an accurate anwser. Because you are absolutely right. If I would suggest a job it would be a detective. You'll never cease to solve your cases."

Commer liked being right as well as being praised by Comber. Who wouldn't liked being praised by their manager? Comber walked towards his desk, sitting down in his chair.

"Well anyway that's one less create down. One more to go. I'll take it down after a little bit of reviewing my paper work while sitting down."

Commer opened his bag, pulling out his test tubes again. Bullet shook his head.

"I'm going to laugh when Granfer comes in and sees you doing that."

Commer was curious, why would he laugh? He ain't doing anything wrong?

"I'm not doing anything against the policy. Once your work done you can pretty much do your own thing unless instructed otherwise. Granfer likes to see work done which mine is. As long as it doesnxt hurt the property"

Bullet hates Commer for being right. How does he-! You know what just assume he knows everything and especially about this filthy place.

"Correct Commer."

Comber replied, returning his attention to his paper work. He finished reviewing them, placing them back in the finished rack. No mistakes which is good; workers who make mistakes with duties will normally pay a heavy price but since Comber is so accurate and his loyalty, he doesn't have to worry about 1 or maybe even 2 mistakes.

"Alrighty."

Comber said, getting up from his chair, looking down at his desk then at Commer and Bullet.

"I'm going to take the final create down. Make sure the unit is clean. Bullet clean the creates."

"Understood sir."

Commer and Bullet confirmed with a professional tone. Comber walked towards the create, picking it up. The lid of the create fell off. Comber was a little irritated Bullet didn't shut the create all the way but as long as no damage is done, then nothing is to complain about right? Comber used his magic to pick up the lid, slamming it on the create. He used his magic to feel for a correct fitting and when he felt it. He pushed down on it, hearing the lid make a cracking click sound.

"Bullet. Make sure next time to close the lid more securely. I know this was a mistake as the other two creates was shut correctly. This could've been a lot worse than expected."

"Yes. I'm sorry sir."

Commer snickered.

"As long as you don't try to over fill this time."

"Oh, be quite Commer!"

"Hey, I can't help it you can't tell the area of create, how much volume it can hold and carry.",

"And there he goes once again. Spouting physics and Geometry. If he's so smart then-!"

The unit door slammed. Comber left the unit with the create. Bullet turned his head back to Commer.

"I bet you don't know the width and length of the create!"

Commer stared at Bullet with opened eyes, which blinked a couple of times with disbelief. So he made a bet.

"How many bits?"

"100."

Comber made it to the storage room, opening it with his keys which was always in his bag under his cape. Comber then opened the door to his unit's production. After walking in, setting the create down, he walked back out of the room, closing the door behind him, locking it; then turning the knob to see if it's shut fully. Comber walked towards the exit door of the storage room; opening it, then exiting. The door slammed when he turned his head to see if anypony was behind him.

("What-!")

Comber turned his head to his front, his knife pulled out, blocking a stab from a dagger.

"Blade."

"Comber."

Blade threw his dagger up, then opened his bag. Comber thought what he was doing was stupid; that's going to put a hole directly through your your bag. The dagger landed in the bag straight down. Comber was prepared for the sudden drop of items but nothing drop; no hole was made. What did he put the interior of the bag metal? It sounded like it. Comber put his knife back in his back, looking back at Blade, still flustered about what just happened.

"Why did you just try to kill me Blade!?"

Blade kept his normal expression, which was gloomy. He gave Comber a quick smirk.

"I didn't. I knew you were block the dagger. This is a warning of what I can do if you fallow through with your plan."

"Hahaha! I blocked it didn't I? Try to kill me again and see what happens."

Blade chuckled nervously.

"When the time comes. We will find out. I don't find words to be threatening."

"Truer words Blade, truer words."

Comber and Blade stared into each other eyes. Comber's expression was anger. Blade expression was cocky with a smile. Blade has all reasons to be cocky. He has so many years of experience and work under his hooves.

"Do me and your father a favor, don't throw your life away Comber. You don't stand a chance against the entire organization. I know you know that."

"Tsk, obviously Blade."

"I catch you later my friend."

("I've never considered you as a friend.")

Comber watched as Blade walked away from him. He was heading towards cafeteria, then into Granfer's office. Is he snitching!? Comber quickly made his way back up the stairs, towards his unit. What is this feeling? Is it excitement or anxiety? Comber opened the door, walking in. The door slammed shut. Comber saw Bullet laying his head on his desk, looking like he's trying to nap, but the truth is... He's bored out of his mind. What the heck is Commer doing? What is that smell?

"What-?"

"I'm experimenting with types of gases that'll knock a pony out."

Comber walked towards his desk, trying to ignore what Commer is doing. So he's creating a sleep gas then? Wouldn't it be nice to put most of the entire organization to sleep before killing them? That's cowardly. Comber will not scope to that level; besides if his father ever finds out he's going to be piss. That's not the Welkins way. Comber looked at Bullet, then at Commer.

"Hey Commer, be careful not to Le that break. Also-!"

Commer put something over the test tube that gases was quickly expanding. He quickly grabbed the cork, putting it on.

"I'm aware of the dangers Comber."

Comber looked back at his desk, reliving the events with Blade that transpired. Blade's right. If he fought the entire organization. He's not. He's only fighting a certain amount. Most of the workers here don't know how to properly fight. Only a few do, but even they lack martial arts compared to Comber. Comber shook his head, the flashback ending.

"So when's this damn bell ringing?"

Bullet asked, getting very inpatient. Comber and Commer looked out the window from their desks, then towards Bullet.

"Very soon Bullet."

"Approximately 20 minutes and 5-4-3 seconds, although even less now."

Comber closed his eyes. Imagining what's going to happen on the day he decides to leave this filthy place. The day he'll leave is when most of the workers are off; this includes the high in rank ones too. 35 workers if even that because, Colin, Razor Slicer, Nome, Bullet and Commer will be there. So 30, 31 workers if Razor Slicer doesn't join forces to leave. if she doesn't then she deserves to die. Comber opened his eyes, scouting the room. He looked out the window, spotting 2 late workers coming in.

"Well... They are surely dead."

"What, are workers late again Comber?"

"From what it looks like, yes."

"Now what if they're about to start?"

Commer asked in curiosity.

"No. They're not just starting."

Bullet zoomed in on the two workers. He was able to see some red liquid on them. Bullet knows what blood looks like and that's 100% blood.

"Commer, Comber's right. I see blood in their coats, meaning they'll already work here."

Commer put on a gas mask, then closed the tube with a cork. He took his pen off his ear, tapping it on the desk, pointing it at Bullet.

"Now let's say they were hired to kill traitors. Perhaps to scout? Maybe bring supplies? We don't know.

Comber looked at Commer. He does know there's only a certain few workers that can leave the building once they started working right? Himself, Blade, Shot, Boulder Striker and Razor Slicer. Possibly supplies but then where's their pallet jack? They can't use magic to carry it. One is a unicorn and the other one is a earth pony, one red and white coat, the other with a dark blue coat, which belongs to Tim, the other one is Tom. They seem to be good friends because they were laughing happily at each other. First time you see friendship like that.

"They're dead."

Comber said, hearing and watching the big door scrape open. Seems like they thought they could be quite.

"It's almost lunch time Tom. You think they're blind eye?"

Tom took a deep breath, moving his red and blue mane out of his face. The big doors slammed shut. The two colts felt like they were going to have a heart attack. The two started walking forward, towards the stairs.

"Do..."

Tim gulped.

"You hear that?"

Tim asked Tom in whispers. Tom shook his head up and down. It sounded like there's hoof steps behind them. The two colts turned around, instantly see a orange mame, tail, and coat unicorn fallowing them. His right hoof in his cape.

("Hide crap!")

("Buck!")

The two colts knew who that was. They are so dead.

"So what's the old likes of you both of being late?"

"B-b-Blade... We can't explain."

"Yeah."

"We're not traitors!"

"Our loyalty is to the organization."

Both colts was on the ground, on their knees. Blade felt a little embarrassed for them. Originally he was going to kill them, a stab through their pumping heart with his dagger would've been the way.

"You know what, fallow me. Tim, and Tom."

Blade walked past them, towards the left of the cafeteria. Tim and Tom was scared. They know exactly where Blade wants to take them. It's to Granfer. Tim and Tom reluctantly fallowed Blade. Blade smirked as they started fallowing him. If Coomber saw how these two colts behave, he would've instantly killed them. No time ever to be pathetic; they're lucky he's not Coomber, he's old Friend.

"We're here."

Blade knocked on the door 5 times lightly.

"Who is it?"

"Blade sir."

"Come on in"

Blade walked in, gesturing a hoof towards Tim and Tom to fallow, which they did, standing outside the door worried as they never been before. Granfer was already able to see why they are here. They were either late or behind in work.

"Hmph. Tell Granfer your sins."

"Ye-yes!"

"Sir we deeply apologize for being late."

Granfer dropped his pen, looking back at two colts with a disbelief. They are kinda new, but why did they come in late?

"Why are you both late, especially by this much?"

Blade eyes were still on the two colts. Tom muttered his answer.

"Huh, can't hear you?"

"Because we fought another colt-!"

Blade appeared behind them, mainly behind Tom. Blade was annoyed by their lie.

"I know why sir, but these two need to tell you the truth, before they can't."

Tom and Tim shook with fear, seeing the serious eyes of Blade. Shivers went down their spines. Are, are they going to die?

"Sir, it's because we were in a line to an amazing restaurant. We're sorry."

Blade remained silent. Granfer got up, walking towards the two colts.

"Food, really, food?"

"Ye-yes sir!"

Both said together. Granfer clearly didn't believe them. They are foolish

"If that's the case, hey Blade, what makes ponies like food a lot like them?"

Tim and Tom gulped, they knew their punishment is at hoof.

"Well, sir I would say the taste mainly, if you don't like the taste, then of course you were reject it."

"Alrighty, Blade, remove their tongues, break their nose. Sew it afterwards."

"As you wish sir."

The two colts got on their knees, begging for their tongues.

"Please, please, how can we talk to our co-workers if our tongues are gone!"

"We're sorry!"

Blade used his magic, holding them up. The pair knew if they tried to fight this, then they will not live another day.

"Oh, good point Tom. Blade, cheese grate their tongues."

Blade levitate the colts to him, creating a orange field around them. Tom decided for them to run, using his magic, the magic didn't work. What, why? Blade noticed Tom using his magic, probably gonna try to escape. They can't, fools. Only authorized magic is allowed to teleported away. Blade grabbed Tom's horn. Tom heart raced.

"Here."

Blade created a black ring in his right hoof, putting it on the horn.

"Nope, no magic for you."

Blade created a magic grater. He held one of their mouths open, grabbing Tom's tongue. Tom muffled loudly. This wasn't fair! Blade started grating the tongue, bits by bits the tongue muscle fell. Blood pour out of his mouth. Granfer was in his chair, legs up on his clear desk. Blade always puts on interesting shows.

"There's one. Now for the next."

Blade walked towards Tim. The grater bloody, with tongue muscle on it still. Tim shook his head back and forth, tears forming in his eyes.

"Please, please. I'm sorry, it was all his fault!"

Blade eyes narrowed, shading around them.

"And that right there is what I can't stand. You workers would throw a helpless worker under the wagon if the means saves you. Guess what Tim... It won't, so embrace for the pain. Hope you are strong enough to withstand this pain. "

Blade grew a devious smirk, using his magic to open Tim's mouth, he started on the tongue, blood pouring out of the mouth. Tim couldn't help by coughed some on Blade. Blade punched him in the nose, continuing the torture.

"There you go."

Blade's magic binds released. The colts fell to the ground, in serve pain; one they never ever felt in their life; accidentally biting your tongue is one thing but to have it grated like cheese; the pain is unbearable; especially the way the body part looks. Tim was furious. He wanted to kill Blade so badly. Tim got up, slowly rising, grunting and making muffles of pain.

"It's done sir."

Granfer clapped at Blade, before taking notice of Tim running behind Blade at him. Granfer pointed a hoof behind Blade.

"Tim! No!!"

Tim threw a punch at Blade. Blade took the punch, pushing him back.

"Not, so... Tough-are-you, bitch colt!"

Blade face narrowed with rage. He has never been disrespected like this. Blade turned to Granfer, using a hoof to indicate a slice across the neck. Granfer shook his head slowly up and down. Blade turned around, spotting Tim once again charging him. Tim is truly foolish.

"I'll... Beat you, do-wn."

The blood and damaged tongue made it hard to speak. Blade smirked. Tim threw another punch. The punched missed. Blade grabbed Tim by the head, lifting him up, then throwing him onto the ground. Blade started smashing a hoof down onto Tim's skull, over and over. Tim started to cry as his head bleed, occasionally he would swallow is own blood. Tom couldn't watch his friend be killed; without warning rushing to Tim on the ground, using a hoof to stop Blade.

"St-op! Please! Ow!"

Blade stared at the two colts. What beautiful friendship. This reminded Blade something but what-!

"If you want your friend to live then leave, both of you, now."

Tim was dragged out by Tom. The door slammed, they didn't want to talk, but it was clear, they feared Blade. Granfer got up.

"Well... You spared him when you wanted to kill Tim? Why?"

Blade gave the leader a cold smirk.

"Because sir. I know they won't treat this place like a regular job again. They know what's at stake. We now have more extremely loyal workers."

Granfer smiled. Blade's definitely right.

"You're always improving this place Blade! I'm impressed! You can continue-!"

Blade was gone. Really, everytime he closes his eyes when he talks Blade has to be gone? Guess he want to me fall behind on work. What a excellent worker. Now his office needs to be clean because of Blade disappearing.

("Damnit Blade.")

"Did the bell ring yet?"

"No."

Commer and Comber said together, getting a little annoyed at Bullet. Bullet waited a couple of moments, before asking again.

"Did the bell ring-!"

Commer shaked a small bell on his desk. Bullet was alarmed by it but when he saw the source, he was annoyed but humoured.

"Bullet, you can go now."

"Yeah the bell rung."

Comber and Commer replied.

Bullet wanted to slap Commer. He can't leave his unit unless he's has a reason to; a reason that will surely excuse him. Bullet shook his head at the both of them. Commer put the small bell back on his desk, returning to his experiments. This time it was with magic. It looked like a gun on his desk, he was messing with it. Comber noticed this. What is he working on?

"Hey Commer, what are yo-!"

A loud bang was heard, it was the front door of Comber's unit. Comber got up, walk towards it; as he walked past Bullet, he gave him a light slap on the back of the head.

"Ow! What was that for!"

Bullet looked at Comber when he asked his question. He wanted to do the same thing back to Comber, but resisted the urge to do so. He ain't trying to escalate a situation that doesn't have to be.

"Well to answer your-!"

"No, I know what it was for, so please, Commer, don't."

Comber opened the door. He smirked at the visitor, it was Nome.

"What're you doing here?"

"Just coming in to clean."

Nome told Comber, pushing his cart past him, into the unit. Comber shut the door. Nome looked around for any messes. He saw the creates, seeing what needed to be spray and wipes. None walked towards creates after grabbing his disinfectant spray bottle. He sprayed and wiped all the creates. Comber sat back down, two hooves kicked up on his desk, leaning back in his chair.

"How's work going for you Nome?"

Commer asked. Nome was focused on cleaning, but still was able to hear and think. There's no massacre downstairs so that's good to him.

"Well since there's no police to clean up..."

Nome gave Comber a glare. Comber smirked.

"It's been fine."

Comber didn't like how he was completely to blame for that. He's brutal but not that brutal endless enraged which he wasn't.

"You act like I'm the only one he caused that entire mess. No, that was the rest of the organization."

Nome finish cleaning the creates, throwing his rag into the trashcan. Comber watched Nome walk towards the window with a blue spray bottle and another cloth. The windows didn't look like they needed to be clean. Hey if it keeps him in Comber's unit longer he doesn't mind. Nome started wiping the windows, remembering what he saw downstairs.

"Did you all see two late colts come in?"

Comber attention was on Nome. The rest of the unit looked at Nome. Yeah, they all had a talk about that. Does he knows what happen?

"I'm assuming I'm going to have to hunt down more traitors right? Is that what you're going to say?"

"Not at all Comber, they're alive, but punished."

Commer was shocked, that's the first time colts didn't lose their lives because of being late. This is a curious topic.

"Punished? In what way were they punished?"

"I don't know the entire story what happen but I know Blade took them to Granfer's office. They left a blood trail when they left, their tongues sticking out, it looked like they sliced them, or somepony did."

"But why just their tongues?"

Comber asked, already thinking of reasons. Nome finished cleaning the windows, walking back to his cart, putting the cloth into a small blue bucket, the blue color of the liquid dilated. He was about to tell them his assumption, but was already cut off by Commer.

"Well from what we gathered. They're late. Since Blade took them to the office, we know who's the perpetrators. Granfer would most likely not do that to them. Managers are normal not fighters, or the executive branch, normally dictators, especially Granfer; unless they have to be a fighter. Blade did it to them, probably on orders of Granfer but not to say it wasn't his idea. That colt has been suspicious since yesterday."

"Then why their tongues?"

"Maybe because they lied to them on why they were late."

Commer moved his glasses up, a white glare coming off them.

"That's a good presumption. I think the big reason is, they told them why they were late, because of their tongues, either by talking or eating, maybe even both. Their punishment was their tongues being sliced, since they are kinda new. This gets a message through then, letting them know not to be late or next time the punishment will be more serve."

"That absolutely makes sense. Can't they heal it though?"

"I did take them to the nurse. They needed the bleeding to stop."

Nome replied.

"Be honest, you did it because you didn't want more of a mess to clean, especially up the stairs."

Bullet asked Nome with confidence and sarcasm. Nome giggled.

"That too. I also felt bad for them."

Nome replied. His sympathy for them was great. How did they react though?

"What was their reaction?"

Nome thought to himself for second, then answered.

"They were upset, angry and thankful. This place is truly horrible. They thanked me still. When they left they told me the reason."

Commer put his two front hooves on his desk, leaning forward, his glasses having a white glare in them.

"Please do tell Nome."

"O-okay."

Everypony's attention was on Nome who stood their with a sympathetic expression.

"It was because they were late because they stopped and ate."

"The actual reason Nome?"

Bullet asked. Comber closed his eyes in acceptance. He knows Nome isn't fibbing. They really grated another living being's tongue, two in fact, because they were late. That's heartless, even for this place; it's not completely unexpected from this place; there's heartless killers here who take no sympathy or regrets for the ones they kill, even fillies.

"He's telling the truth Bullet."

Commer grew a smirk. So his prediction was correct, it was because of their tongues they were late. He loves being right.

"Welp, kinda figured. Didn't I tell you all?"

("Oh great, now you boosted Commer's ego even more Nome. Why does everypony bring that side out in him? Seriously!")

Bullet thought to himself, returning his head to the window, looking out it. Celestia it's beautiful outside. Why can't he or his unit get some fresh air. It's been a very long time since they been outside today. Bullet eyes closed as he looked into the sun rays; the feeling of the heat, the feeling of the outside breezy through the cracks of the window, even if it's so little. The moving trees, the breeze. It's a nice position right now to sleep. Bullet knows he ain't tired or can go to sleep even if he was, only if he's trying to die? Commer put all of his experiments away. He knows the bell is going to ring any-! Ring!!!!! Bullet got up with excitement.

"Finally, I was bored out of my bucking mind!"

Nome decided to leave his cart in Comber's unit. A safe place it would definitely be. Nome grabbed all the cleaning supplies, putting it back on his cart the way he organized. He saw Bullet and Comber by the door, Comber opening it. Bullet wanted to walk in front of Comber but that would just be rude and after what Comber delt with today, he doubts walking in front of him would be a pleasant idea. Commer made his way to the door, Nome fallowing behind Commer and out the door. Comber held the door open for all of them, closing it and locking it. The heard of ponies running downstairs is ridiculous. They're waiting right here until that clears.

"See this is why we should always wait in the unit."

Comber didn't want none of his unit employees to get hurt by this stampede of workers. Bullet wishes he didn't rush them.

"So how long does-!"

"Approximately 5 minutes. Not on the dot but roughly around it."

"Thank you... Commer."

Bullet said a little annoyed. That question was for Comber to answer, not a smart hide. Comber saw a colt run past a mare earth pony, he pushed her off the ledge. She grabbed onto the rails. Comber walked towards her, Nome was surprised when he helped the mare back up. Commer and Bullet was shocked somepony of his status would save anypony, why did he do that?

"T-thanks."

The mare said, brushing her mane to the left. She ran to the right of Comber, who watched her run down stairs. Commer, Bullet, and Nome approached Comber.

"Why did you save her Comber? Why Wouldn't you have let her fall?"

Comber turned to them, facing his unit members and Nome.

"No. Letting her fall wouldn't have been right. Additional to that, you can tell she's new."

"Yeah. I should let you both know. Comber doesn't like seeing the helpless be picked on; especially because of their status. All ponies lives are nearly equal. When it comes to the organization. Comber has a different outlook on the workers here."

Nome told Bullet and Commer, who still watched as the workers from the very top we're still running downstairs.

"Well you can't blame him. After what most workers try to do to Comber because of his rank and size."

"What do you mean about his 'size' Bullet?"

"What are you indicating Nome?"

"Comber looks like a grown colt to me. At least in his teens."

"What's so wrong with being smaller than the average?"

Commer chimed in.

"The way I see it is... He's smaller so when he in combat he's harder to hit. Studies show teens are very energetic."

Comber agreed with Commer. Even when it comes to combat, he stills has his IQ. Comber is only slightly smaller than the average pony

"A great deduction Commer. However being small could mean from a big heavy attack you take more damaged."

"That's correct Comber. Remember I said about teens being energetic. Technically you fall under that category."

"Do-!"

The heard of ponies stopped. Bullet saw the opportunity to make it downstairs.

"Bullet!"

Commer yelled. Bullet stopped at the bottom of the stairs, getting off the last stair, looking up. He saw Comber and the rest make their way down the stairs. Commer walked past Bullet, giving him a slap on the back of the head.

"Don't do that again."

Commer told Bullet. Bullet wasn't taking that slap without arguing.

"Oh I'm sorry, you three were chatting and I wasn't. I saw an opportunity and took it. So excuse me."

"First of all, all three of us wasn't chatting. It was just me and Comber at the time. Second you're just impatient which will get you killed."

Bullet didn't like being lectured by Commer. Commer's right but, nevermind.

"Okay... You're right. Sorry."

"Are you two done? Let's go."

Comber walked towards the cafeteria, Nome at his side. He hoped Commer and Bullet would fallow his command. They did. Commer and Bullet arrived on Comber's left side and Nome to his right side. They all made their way to the cafeteria. Comber stopped, the rest of the group fallowing. There's a long line still. The group chat knew to act on Comber's signal. Everytime Comber inched up, so did they.

"So is it optional to come to lunch or...?"

Comber was ready to answer but was stopped by Commer.

"According to section 12, which is funny, as you look at that time to represents lunchtime; you can't skip lunch. It's basically like washing your hooves to them."

Bullet laughed.

"Washing your hooves? What do you think we're working at? A restaurant Commer? This is beyond the definition of unhygienic."

Nome felt a little insulted. Is Bullet saying he doesn't do a good job? Nome felt the chrome of the wall, smiling. There's no dust. Bullet's probably talking about his own job. Commer was curious if Bullet washes his hooves before doing another assignment.

"Bullet, do you wash your hooves before working on another assignment?"

Bullet looked at Commer. The staring was intense.

"Are you my manager Commer?"

"I kinda want to know too Bullet."

Comber replied. Bullet kept silent for a couple of seconds before he replied.

"N-no. But hey don't over react. I use gloves and change them when I work on another assignment."

Comber was staring at Bullet with disbelief. If he changes gloves then that's okay but what isn't okay if you don't wash it when you're complete and before lunch. Comber looked at Bullet's hooves.

"Well, I'm glad you decided to wash your hooves before coming to lunch today. If they ever ask you if you did, tell them you do for Celestia sake Bullet."

"Y-yes sir!"

The group was in the cafeteria. All their eyes scouted the room. Is it Nome or does this feel more chilly then usual?

"Well... If it isn't Comber. Bullet, Nome and Commer."

"Abdeath."

Comber muttered with annoyance. Abdeath gave Comber a devious smirk.

"So... Comber. How many battles have you won?"

"I'm supposed to keep track of them? Does me being alive not give a hint?"

Abdeath snickered.

"Heal spells are so uncommon these days but I bet without it you couldn't have made it this far, could you?"

Comber smirked.

"I bet I could've. You're a hypocrite. I remember back in high school and middle school you used them back then during our fights."

Abdeath closed his eyes. Comber was right. Celestia he hates when Comber's right.

"That's so true Comber... But-!

The group moved forward in the line. Well, that was disrespectful to Abdeath. Abdeath fallowed behind them.

"So Comber, be honest with yourself. If it wasn't for the help of your friends, the fight we had in high school where we destroy many lockers, as well as damaged the floors and the rest of the school. You would've lost, right?"

Comber didn't face Abdeath. He kept his face forward, growing a smile as he remembers his high school life.

"Do you know how many years that was ago Abdeath?"

"Too many to count."

"Perhaps you would. Perhaps you wouldn't. If you want you can time travel to the past and find out?"

Abdeath laughed.

"Hahaha! No Comber. That spell is not allowed to be performed and second, not like I know how yet; but hey, maybe when your father finishes that spell then maybe?"

The group was in the kitchen now. Abdeath still behind them.

"I want to make one thing clear. The pony, the killer who will beat and end your life Comber, is me."

This colt is obsessed with Comber isn't he? Nopony going to kill Nome's best friend.

"Not if I stop you again."

Abdeath leaned in Nome's face.

"Not if I make sure you can't stop me again."

Comber put a hoof in both of their faces. Nome looking flustered, while Abdeath with a shocked smile and expression. Abdeath grabbed Comber hoof, moving it away from his face.

"Friendship Comber. It's not magic. I'm sure your father told you that?"

"He did. You can have your opinions Abdeath but you can't force them on other ponies."

Abdeath patted Comber on the shoulder.

"Truer words. Only fillies would try to do that. It's fillyish."

Comber skipped getting a tray, walking out of the exit open door of the kitchen. He sat down at his unit table. The lunch personal looked at each other with disbelief shocked faces. Did that colt just-!

"He's permitted to do that. Don't worry about that, servants."

The lunch personal felt a little insulted by Abdeath but calmed down, asking what he wanted.

"Oh you see I bring my own lunch. Your lunches ain't sophisticated"

Abdeath held up his own bag before walking out the exit door Comber did. Two workers just refused to get lunch. Surely he can't do that too. You know what they say, mind your business if it's none of your business. Bullet turn was next, the lunch personal looked at him with a foresighted expression. Is he going to skip to?

"I'll take the regular for today."

The lunch personal took a sigh of relief. They don't want to get in trouble because of these colts, that's their worries. If they want to eat or not isn't their problem. For this place, it's a must. Commer order the same thing as Bullet, taking his tray and leaving with Bullet. Nome order just a daisy sandwich. It's the only thing on the menu that ain't disgusting. Nome left, walking towards Comber's unit table. He sat down next to Bullet.

"So...!"

Commer brought a device out, putting his food in the door of the device, watching it change it into something else. Bullet dropped a bite of food back on his tray. Comber was surprised by the device, it's better not eating and using his magic spell for the perfect nutritional needs. Abdeath sat at the empty table behind Comber, turning his chair, facing him. He grabbed his knife, ready to stab Comber in the back of his head. Comber turned his head around to Abdeath. Abdeath smiled, putting the knife away.

"Well. You learned that technique too. That confirms it. You'll able to sense bloodlust."

Comber laughed.

"Or I just have eyes in the back of my head? Haha."

"Oh come on Comber, we both know that's a lie. Maybe later on, because they would be beaten into the back of your head but not on the back directly. Hahaha."

Comber turned his head and chair towards Abdeath. A serious expression on his face.

"Do you hate me Abdeath or something?"

Abdeath smirked.

"Hate you? Oh come on now. I don't hate you but that doesn't mean I like you. You are my rival. You're not supposed to like your rival when it comes to combat. I will not lose to you again. I will kill you for victory."

"Well... We see. I don't think you want to kill me then? If I'm your rival?"

"I will Comber. You'll see. I'm working on areas I failed in before in our previous battles. This time I will beat you."

Comber was glad his 'rival' was improving. A great battle will wait ahead.

"You know something Comber? I bet we could easily beat Blade if we teamed up."

Comber was shocked to hear Abdeath say that. Is he planning on leaving the organization too? He can't be blamed though, this place sucks. Comber chuckled.

"Defeat Blade. I confident I'm able to do that by myself if I wanted too. He's a friend of mine, so..."

"Don't you know friends will get you no where Comber. Their jokes. Their lives. Their dependency. It all slows you down."

Comber accepted Abdeath was right but he's also wrong. Friends don't need to depend on you. Does Bullet and Commer do? No. Nome-! He's not completely wrong.

"I see your point Abdeath."

Comber looked at Nome, who took the final bite of his sandwich. He gave Comber a (what) expression, blinking his eyes a couple of times.

"And it's sharp isn't it."

Abdeath responded confidently.

"Not as much as you think, I also can say friends can be self reliance."

"Your point ain't wrong either but in this place, I take the trophy."

"I 100% believe you Abdeath."

Abdeath smirked at Comber, before casting a spell, it was a nutrition spell. Comber did the same.

"So I assume you keep you mane and tail short because it can cause unfortunate advantages for your opponent?"

"Yes, that is true Abdeath. I knew that why you keep yours too short."

"Indeed, it's not cool to be bald though. A easy shot if you ask me. Also I don't want to be ugly. Imagine yourself with no mane Comber, and no tail Comber."

Comber did, yeah no, that's not something he wouldn't like; but that doesn't mean he's ugly because of it. Bullet and Commer finished their lunches. What does not having a tail make you bald? Blade and tailess sounds better.

"So what did that taste like Commer?"

Bullet asked his co-worker; he was genuinely curious. Commer closed his eyes and smiled at Bullet.

"Whatever I'm feeling my friend. It practically transforms the food but keeps the look of it. To then it might heat it up depending on the food and temperature, but it's also doing a lot more than just that. Like giving me more nutrition. You probably are thinking a spell could do it but I tell you. I discovered that way and machine as it beat that spell 5 times."

Bullet was kinda of jealous of Commer's invention. That's the first time he's jealous of Commer's intelligence.

"I'm actually might be jealous this time Commer. What did you change your food too though? Like the taste?"

Commer pushed his glasses up. A white glare beaming from them. Commer kept his smile.

"Well you could make something like this too if you studied and worked hard enough. I changed it to a deluxe daisy sandwich flavor with the nutrition of a salad."

"Studying isn't my strong suit."

"I guess the organization's meals are?"

Bullet gave Commer an agitated expression before finishing his food. Nome looked around, curious if everypony's finished eating.

"So. Since everypony's finished eating... What are the plans after work?"

"Relax."

"And that's what I've expected you to say Bullet."

"Shut it Commer. I also read books on how to be a deputy."

Commer was glad Bullet wasn't stupid enough to yell what he's trying to be. He doesn't want Bullet to be teared apart like the deputies who raided this place. That's horrific.

"So Comber. Have you heard of Cinom?"

"Yes. Let me guess... You're taking lessons from him?"

"Indeed I am. He's a fool. He thinks I would only do good with what I've learn but he's making a mistake."

Comber didn't like somepony lying to Cinom but then again. He's has to lie to him too. Oh well. Sorry is all he can say.

"So you've learned as much as I have?"

"Yes and no. I haven't learned that mindless technique. I believe it's called-!"

"Autonomous Celestial."

"What a dumb technique. What you can't fight using your own wits and knowledge."

Comber gave Abdeath a smirk.

"I agree with you. I halted learning it. I don't think we could achieve it because of our crimes. I took more then just his lessons though."

"Tsk. And that makes the technique even more pathetic and stupid. And same here, I learned from more masters then just him."

Comber turned his head to a loud bang, it was a colt being slammed on a lunch table. Another colt jumped onto the table, pushing and splattering food everywhere. The colt started beating down on the colt below him. The table started to roll towards the wall, causing a loud bang. What the buck is going on exactly?"

"You shouldn't have stole my mare friend!"

The colt started bleeding from his nose. The colt on top of him who wore a blue coat used two hooves to lift him by his mane.

"Ugly punk."

The blue coat pony threw him against the wall. The colt tried to fight back but was elbow as a result.

"You're pathetic, hope you enjoyed a bloody black eye!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The words echoed off the wall, many more ponies joined in. The blue colt threw the colt who was purple at the lunch tablet behind him. The table broke. The purple colt grunted in pain. The blue colt started walking towards the purple colt, ready to beat him even more.

"I hope you don't like-!"

An orange hoof grabbed the blue colt's shoulder.

"Stop. If you continue, you'll kill him and you know the rules against that. You also shouldn't fight at the cafeteria. You'll paycheck will be used for the damages you caused."

The blue colt turned to see no other then Blade. He felt like he craped himself. Blade! What's he's doing here!? Blade gave the colt a short glare. The glare sent shivers down the blue colt's spin. The blue colt kept his eyes still on him. Shook from the fear. The colt gave a bow to Blade.

"I understand sir. I'm sorry..."

Blade smiled at the colt, patting a hoof on his head.

"You know, I once was in your shoes. I understand how you feel but don't let that affect you judgement. You can't kill him no matter how much you are urge to by revenge and anger. How did he steal your mare friend?"

"Sir, Blade. I don't want to talk about it. It's going to enrage me again. I'll say he just made a move on her and it went from there."

"I see. You sit back at your table. I'm going to Granfer."

Blade teleported to Granfer's office. The blue colt looked at purple colt, he wasn't finished with him but he's not going against Blade's orders. Doing that will surely lead to termination and death. How is that orange colt so menacing? The blue colt walked back to his table, sitting down at it, watching as the purple colt gets back up. A white mare pegasus walked over to the blue colt, staring at him.

"Bobby."

A mare said with a tone as gentle as a kitten. The blue colt tuned to the mare. That's his mare friend. He should say ex mare friend now.

"What is it? Are you hear-?"

The white mare sat down next to Bobby, kissing him on the check.

"You fought him because of me? I'm flattered. He's not much of a colt anyway. I'm glade you did that, because speaking he made a move on me without my consent, I just wanted to see how you would react and that proves your love for me."

The white pegasus grabbed Bobby's right hoof that was on the table, looking him in the eyes with blushes. Comber's unit and Abdeath watched with the rest of the cafeteria, Comber was confused.

"What an I watching?"

Comber asked, bot understanding romance.

"I know but don't like it."

Abdeath replied. Nome felt bad not having a mare friend. Bobby shouldn't have a mare friend either. It's strictly against the organization's policy. Is he trying to get himself terminated? Nome hopes Bobby didn't tell Blade, a worker above all the rest and managers that, he did, because it echoed, dumb.

"Hahaha! Right!?"

"You're a funny one Blade."

"What plays fails have you seen sir?"

Granfer took a moment to remember, ah, he got one.

"So get this. This play was about a mare separated from her colt friend. A knight in armor was suppose to rescue her. But guess what? While riding on a rope on a fake horse; the rope snapped, causing him to fall into the fake horse which bucked him through the wall to my left. Judging from the play director reaction, that wasn't supposed happen. They had to refund everypony while that pony was taking to the hospital. Well that was their plan until the colt in armor was maraculous healed."

"You meaned you healed him? With out them noticing?"

"Correct. I have too much bits and like I needed the refund. I was just bored and decided to see the play."

Blade leaned back in the chair, his rear hooves crossed over each other stretched out.

"I can get that. Happens to me too. I just decide to meditate."

"That's really good. Meditation is very much misunderstood. I bet Comber does it."

"I can say with no doubt he does. His emotions in check like that is beyond normal."

Granfer smiled at Blade.

"Indeed it is. Now is their a reason you came to my office?"

"Yes sir. There been a fight in the cafeteria."

"Wahoo. Not another one. How much is the bill this time?"

"The colt who did it is paying for it and as the bill goes don't know of the top of my head but based on the damages to the table and wall, I'll say roughly around 1,200 bits."

"What's the employee's name?"

"The name of the employee was Bobby. The other employee was a purple colt named Blake. Bobby was the Aggressor. Jake was the victim."

Granfer opened a file on his computer. It was a good thing Coomber patient these electronics. Writing it down and risk it being lost and tampered with. The computer would just adjust it from the employee's paycheck. This would be based on the amount made. Granfer already as a reason explained. Not like there's anypony higher than him, but as a reminder.

"There we go."

Granfer turned the computer off looking at Blade with a cheerful expression.

"Thanks for the information Blade. Saves time and trouble going through the cameras."

Granfer turned his attention back to Blade but to his surprise, Blade was gone. Seriously that colt gotta stop disappearing before ending a conversation.

"Comber, you can't say that fight ain't entertainment for lunch?"

"A fight?"

Comber asked. Abdeath snickered, ready to respond.

"Nome, that's no fight... That's a beat down. That purple colt who I believe was Blake is a coward. Couldn't fight back properly and you see Nome-!"

"That'll get you killed in this place."

Comber finished Abdeath sentence. Abdeath was annoyed Comber interrupted him, but he's right. It will get you killed; and with no honor either. Bullet leaned back and forth in his chair, making squeaking sounds. Comber ignored it, but Commer and Abdeath didn't.

"Hard to enjoy the rest of lunch when you have a squeaky chair to your right Bullet."

"Yeah I agree."

Abdeath said, annoyed. Bullet saw Abdeath face, stopping the leaning. Abdeath nodded at him.

"Thank you."

"Hey."

A brown colt with 3 hirozontally black stripes approached Abdeath. He sounded belligerent. Abdeath could tell this colt was going to cause a scene. He's trouble in general.

"Yeah you, with the blue mane and tail."

Abdeath turned his attention to the colt, wasn't his name... Jobba.

"Listen Jobba."

"My name not Jobba you rodent."

Comber put his right hoof on the table, leaning his right cheek on it. This is sure going to be something. Comber's table eyes was on Abdeath's table.

"Rodent? Second I could care less what's your name is."

"Oh yeah..."

The colt said, leaning in Abdeath's face. Abdeath moved his head back. He's getting increasingly annoyed by this colt.

"My name is Jameson. I'm going to kick your hide after work today on the 13th path of Flustered Town."

Abdeath remained silent, before slowly getting up from his seat. It's clear Jameson intentions are not good.

"There's no fight, Jameson. Because you are not... Worth any of my time."

Jameson expression was shock and agitation. How dare this ugly colt try to brush him off like that. He's thinking to high of himself.

"Now you-!"

Abdeath turned his back to Jameson. He closed his eyes. He's done listening to this idiotic colt. Abdeath opened his eyes. The malevolence coming from Jameson is smelly.

"Please preach to my back, it could need a good scrubbing of dirty sins."

Jameson's mouth was open, his right eye twitching. How dare he! That's it!

("Why you self believe piece of shit!")

Jameson ran at Abdeath; ready to punch him in the back of his head. Abdeath looked at Comber with a devious smirk. With quick reaction speed he turned around, spinning around the hoof Jameson attempted to attack him with. Abdeath grabbed the hoof, twisting it °360, causing the joint to pop out of the hoof. Jameson yelled in pain.

"You-wh-what! Hey"

Abdeath used both of his front hooves to throw Jameson behind him, before giving Jameson a powerful buck. Jameson bit his tongue, spit with blood flying out of his mouth. Jameson hit a table, flipping over it, with milk, juice, water and food of a variety falling on him.

"I see, a pretty, yellow pegasus, whoo."

Jameson's wits was thrown off. That attack clearly scrambled his brain. Abdeath sat back in his seat, looking in the direction Jameson went in.

"Enjoy the nurse's office you stupid bucker."

Jameson started to feel punches, the table he crashed into wasn't happy at all, in fact they were furious. They gave Jameson a beat down, one he will not escape with no bruises and concussion. Comber opened his eyes, smirking.

"Well you never cease to amaze me Abdeath. A good job at handling that moron."

Comber complimented Abdeath, who was shocked but also flattered Comber would compliment him.

"Why did that colt have beef with you?"

Commer asked Abdeath, who had a confused expression.

"I have no bucking clue. Maybe my mane style. That or my rank similar to Comber. Most of the workers are very envious when it comes to that. It's pathetic, get there yourselves."

"I completely agree with you Abdeath."

Comber replied. Commer was still thinking why Jameson attacked Abdeath. His last sentence was a pretty yellow pegasus huh.

"Did you perhaps steal his mare friend Abdeath?"

Abdeath laughed. Looking at Commer, wiping a tear from his eye.

"I don't concern myself with such nonsense. I don't have or want a mare friend. They will only weaken and slow you down."

Commer didn't like mares being down graded. They are just as valuable as colts. Comber felt the same way.

"I have you know making friends isn't a weakness."

"And this is coming from Commer?"

"Abdeath. Does an triangle have acute angles?"

"What the buck does that have anything?"

"I feel like I learned that in math."

Bullet recalled. Remembering the Pythagorean formula. He never cared to pay attention in geometry since he will never use it.

"Now think of the units Abdeath."

Abdeath crossed his hooves, leaning back in his seat. He was listening to Commer.

"They are like triangles, if each angle, worker ain't working together as friends would, then the angles aren't acute. Meaning they don't connect, meaning no triangle meaning no production."

"How did you make an example out of math?"

Bullet asked, causing Commer to push his glasses up. A glare appearing off them.

"Because math has plenty of examples."

"Agree to disagree Commer."

Abdeath said, with a smile that agitated Commer. He's right. He can't be forced to agree with him. He must admit he's right though; knowing Abdeath he won't.

"Fine."

Commer replied, not liking how the conversation ended. Abdeath closed his mouth after yawning.

"I tell you all, this place, it destroys your stamina."

"I'm sorry Abdeath but it doesn't if you manage it."

"You see Bullet that's where you're wrong. When you have two roles it will. I'm also fret for the workers here. Because one of these days, they're going to die. I won't fallow that rule about not killing your co-workers. They're going to learn the tuff way. I'm sure Comber can agree?"

Comber opened his eyes; his eyes looking behind him at Abdeath. Abdeath isn't wrong, but rules are rules. Comber wondered if Abdeath would join him against the organization. Here's a rule, never trust Abdeath; he may seem trust worth but don't get deceived by his attitude.

"I can agree. Don't get yourself killed Abdeath by doing so."

"Get myself kill you say? If anything I think they would just get me a slap on the back. I'm a valuable employee; as well as loyal."

"Comber sensed the deception in the last part of his sentence but he won't argue with Abdeath. Not his style to argue back with a lier.

"Holy Celestia. When is this bell ringing?"

"I swear Bullet if you start asking that question over and over again I'm going to tape your mouth closed."

Comber watched Bullet and Commer. He agreed with Commer. Bullet will get his mouth shut if he keeps repeatedly asking that question.

"Fine, fine."

"To be honest I would just recommend breaking his jaw and removing his tongue."

Abdeath said with a sadistic look, he was facing Comber's table. See, that's why Comber doesn't like this place, ponies get pissed off over the simplest of things like repeatedly asked questions. It's okay to get annoyed but to actually want to hurt somepony that badly? It's just over the top and not necessary.

"When did this place start to rub off on you like this Abdeath. You wasn't always this way."

Nome was concerned about Abdeath; did the ponies of this horrible place do this to him?

"No... I wasn't, but realizing to myself I need to be a lot more brutal. That's the best way to be feared and get your point across."

"That's a heinous way to look at power Abdeath."

"And don't you look at knowledge is power Commer? What rubbish..."

"Now you're just sounding stupid. In case you haven't noticed, knowledge is why you were able to say that since."

"N-! Fair point Commer, well played."

"So who here believes demons?"

"What do you mean by demons Nome?"

"I mean actual demons. Down to the core."

Abdeath deviously smiled.

"I sure do."

"You're no demon Abdeath."

"Are you dense Comber? I meant I could name a couple of demons if you don't believe me."

"It's not that I don't it's that-!"

"Abdeath, are you dense? Don't say any of those demons names. One of the demons migy appear and respond to it's name being said."

"Oh I'm aware, however, this time you're not all correct, how do you think I learned how to say their names? Hmm...?"

"I said some Abdeath, not all."

"And I never said you were wrong either."

A pony with a silver nametag was going around, hoofing out flyers. Comber's group and Abdeath noticed. What's that about?

"Here you go, and you, oh... And you."

Abdeath turned back to his table, seeing two pegasus fly into his table on each other.

"Ayo, what the buck are you both doing on my table!"

Comber's table turned to see what's the noise was about, Comber didn't laugh, but Bullet and Commer did. The rest of the cafeteria turned to Abdeath, lots of them laughing.

"Here you go Abdeath."

The blue colt standing behind Abdeath with a silver nametag gave Abdeath a flyer. He skimmed through it. So a wanted picture?' Who-!

"Are they kissing now!?"

Abdeath notice in shock they would dare do that in his place. The cafeteria laughed louder. Abdeath got up, flipping the round table over, knocking the pegasus on their backs.

"Get! My table isn't a room!"

The pegasus flew away, back to their table.

"I swear to Celestia it's always the pegasus being the romantic types."

"I actually wanted to study the species of ponies and came to the conclusion that pegasus are like love birds."

"Alrighty Commer? What's the science behind that? Or is it completely theorized?"

"Actually theorized. But I do want to point out pegasus do get wing boners. Because blood rush-!"

"No, no, we are at lunch and don't talk about anything that would relate to giving life, as you know who we are forced to worship."

"Understandable. But... I wasn't talking about romance I was talking about the science behind pegasus' wings during romance."

Abdeath made sure his table was steady back on the floor, before scooting back in, sitting in his chair.

"Why are pegasus love birds?"

"Haha! I get it!"

Nome replied to Abdeath's question. Abdeath looked at Nome, with anger as well as acceptance. The question was meant to be taken serious but even he can see that the question wasn't too serious and did sound like a joke.

"Well Abdeath most species, especially ponies, and ect; have hormones. Which is what gives them those romantic feelings."

Abdeath starting to get annoyed by Commer. What is he? A computer? Whatever, he's definitely right. The question is could be elaborate more?

"Hey, Commer, thanks for he logic explanation."

"I mean it was taught in what? 8th grade?"

Abdeath took in a deep breath, ignoring the insult he just received. Is Commer saying he's not as intelligent as a 8th grader? Just let it go he thought.

"When is the bell-!"

Bullet's question was cut short by the bell, which rung loud and strong. The wall echoed it's sounds of the wall. Workers all got up, taking their trays which once had food on it, throwing it away. Comber's table did the same.

"So when are you mastering all martial arts?"

Comber heard the question Abdeath asked behind him. That'll be soon he thought. Real soon.

"Soon, you?"

"The same Comber. The same. And when I do, better watch your back."

"You won't sneak up on me."

"Ah, but see Comber, that's where you wrong. Most ponies, especially warriors drop their guards, especially it resting or sleeping."

Comber chuckled, turning his head at the front doors of the cafeteria. Workers ran past Comber on both of his sides. Abdeath stopped walking, looking at Comber with an cocky smile. Comber took a small breath before giving Abdeath a smirk.

"So what're you're saying is you're afraid, so you'll attack me when my guard's down. Not like you could anyway, but I'm sure with all what I've learned you rather beat me in a hoof to hoof combat, not by such cowardly strategy."

Abdeath opened his eyes, looking at Comber with a happy expression. Comber knows him well.

"Indeed Comber, you know me so well. I don't know am I supposed be touched or scared?"

Comber walked out of the cafeteria, walking to the right side, standing aside his unit group and Nome.

(I supposed touched since you don't scare me Comber. Never have. Never will.")

Abdeath thought to himself, growing confident and excitement. That fight will come soon, wether Comber likes it or not.

"How much does Abdeath keep trying to antagonize you?"

"You know him Nome too. Until he and I fight, he wants a rematch, which I don't understand why? After you lose two battles I think at this point you should just give up and accept that you lost."

Commer thought about Comber's statement, what if your family, or friends or at stake?

"So what happens if we are on the line then?"

Comber took a glare at his group, looking at Nome with a serious expression, his heart beating a tiny bit faster. Comber moved forward from the door, looking upstairs. Good no more of those cows to keep running and flying up them.

"The question can wait, let's get back to the unit unless you rather be in trouble?"

"Yeah. No."

Bullet got of the door to the right, fallowing by Commer and Nome. Nome was shocked Comber evades the question. Was he that worried of punishment? Or is it that he knows that they won't like a friendship ruining answer? Wait? Does he even consider his unit friends? Nome knows Comber treats him as a friend. He admitted to him, he was a best friend back to Nome back when he was in elementary school. He actually wonder how old he was back then. How old is he now? Can't be older than 35.

"Let's go Nome!"

Nome thoughts ceased, he looked at Comber who seemed irritated. Nome replied with a yes, running to the rest of the group before appearing on the left side of Comber.

"Sorry Comber."

"I just don't want to see you be punished. You remember telling us about those colts who's names I could careless to remember."

"Yes, sorry."

The group continue up the stairs untill they were on the second floor, where they stopped for Comber to open the door to his unit. Up on the 5th floor was Blade. He was looking down on them.

"Tsk. Friendship. I remember that feeling. Enjoy it while it lasts Com-!"

Blade said with regret as he heard hoof steps running behind him. The colt was white with red eyes, he was trying to push. Blade off the railing. Blade dodge, grabbing the colt's back of the head, then slamming his face down onto the metal railing. The colt sturdy moved around, shaking from the pain.

"You killed my sister... you bastard!"

The colt try to punch Blade, Blade dodge the attack.

"Your sister was a traitor and you know what happens to traitors number 167, or should I say, Dr. Pulp."

Dr. Pulp try to punch Blade again, missing the attack, Blade jumped onto the railing. Pulp's heart raced, this was his chance, he can kill him and avenge his sister. Pulp try to jump kick Blade, Blade stood tall, his eyes turned purple for a second, evading the attack with immense reaction speed. Pulp yelled, knowing he's going to die. Blade teleported with a cocky smirk. His eyes turning orange again. Dr. Pulp was at the 2nd floor, falling still, what a dumb attack Blade thought. Pulp yelled loud and strong for help, a noose was thrown at him, around his neck. The noose was hanged onto a metal bar, he was going to be hanged. Pulp's heart raced as Blade approached the railing on the second floor. Is he going to cut it, who threw that rope anyway. Blade jumped from the railing, landing on black magic, wait black magic, Dr. Pulp knew this was suspicious, he's all orange and remember him using orange magic, just what the buck? Blade smirked. Creating a bat from his magic. The bat after being finalized by magic, was wooden with the words, die on it. Blade held it in his right hoof.

"I'm, I'm sorry. I was... Just angry. You don't have to do this Blade. Just let me go."

Blade patted the bat on his other hoof. Let him go? That's a joke? The fear in his voice was lovely to hear, but since he's a Dr. Let's see how much he knows.

"You can bleed to death, no blood drop needed on the outside of the body."

"I-I know Blade. Int-internal bleeding."

"Good. Now what is a ruptured liver, stomach called in medical terms?"

"I bet, I bet you don't know."

Blade leaned into Dr. Pulp's face.

"A bet you've lost."

"You're, you're just a-a-a heartless killer."

"Save me the word heartless for a pink mare from another dimension."

"A what! You're insane!!! You can't go to other dimensions."

"Never said I did but doesn't mean you can't learn. Now then."

Blade started beating the bat against Pulp's torso. He yelled in pain, Blade continued the beat down, eventually getting tired off the screaming. Blade swung the bat at Pulp's face, knocking some teeth out, he repeated this 3 times until his nose was broken and all he could mutter was gargles of blood.

"I didn't forget my own question. The medical term for a ruptured stomach is called gastrointestinal perforation. The medical term for a ruptured liver is called: Hepatic Infarction. These things you will have. Before dying."

Pulp's heart raced, he's going to die. His eyes showed extreme anxiety before relaxing and closing. At least he gets to be with his family. A smile crookedly formed on pulp's face, confusing Blade. Is he smiling in the face of Death.

"Why are you smiling when you're about to die?"

Pulp coughed up blood. He watched as his blood fell to the first floor. His shaking head turned up towards Blade with a confident smirk, his left eye closed. All Blade could make out of his words was gargles of blood. Blade sighed, now he can't have any questions answered, oh well. Blade swung the bat back, before bringing it down on the colt's head. The loud muffles was a sign that he's under a great pain. Good, because there's more to Come. Blade swung the bat between the legs, into the groin area. Pulp face turned green as he vomited. Blade hit him in the ribs a couple of times, after a mighty blow to the sternum, he pulled the bat away, watching it burn up out of his hooves. Blade grabbed the noose around Pulp's neck, making it tight. He pulled Pulp's face towards his, centering his face to his.

"Pray for your sins to be forgiven, because you've got 20 seconds."

Pulp's hooves was released, so he could pray. Pulp with tears in his eyes started to beg Blade, hooves in a begging expression. Pulp was shaking his head to the left and right after Blade let go but still holding the rope so be doesn't suffocate just yet. Blade looked into his eyes before lifting the rope up a little more.

"Since you're a doctor and have more importance of a job than most ponies in here. I might show you mercy, however, you will have 2 restless nights here in the organization. Otherwise..."

Pulp watched at Blade yanked on the rope.

"Am I crystal clear, Pulp?"

Pulp shook his head up and down very fast. Blade gave him a smirk before grabbing the robe, using his magic after to walk onto the second floor. Pulp was dragged across the entire second floor, eventually bypassing Comber's unit. Nome was coming out at the wrong time. Just what in the buck happened to Dr. Pulp? Nome finished pushing his cart out of unit 25. Waving his farewells to Comber's unit. He turned around to see Blade bypassing him. Nome was noticed by Blade. He knew because Blade's eyes turned to the corner of his eyes.

"What happen to him Blade?"

Blade stopped, turning to Nome with a serious expression; one you see when a colt is completely on the job.

"The bucker lucky he ain't dead. Anyway Nome, could you clean up the blood he's leaking, after you're done, I have a job for you to do."

"A job? And yes sir, I'll clean the blood up here."

"Thank you, but the blood is going all the way upstairs, so hurry and take your mop and fallow me all the way upstairs to his office."

"Yes sir."

Nome suspected Blade of causing the injuries to Pulp. No other colt would cause near fatal injuries to co-workers. How could Blade be such a monster. Best not to get on his bad side and listen. He outranks Comber so yeah, probably best to listen to him. Nome did exactly what Blade asked, grabbing the mop, then fallowing Blade upstairs. Luckily there's a section of the stairs that allows the cart to be pulled up. This place may seem all cruelty but in the end they are a business that's trying to make bits and he successful.

"I wish a lot more workers would be like you Nome. Keeps them from being hurt or maybe even killed?

Blade gave a glare to Dr Pulp who's unconscious. weak bastard. Nome smiled at Blade praise. Nome was curious if this job was fun for blade. Does he like it here?

"Um Question, sir Blade."

"Yes Nome? And please don't call me sir. You're too formal."

"Yes Blade."

"Your question?"

"Is this place relativity fun to you?"

Blade chuckled. Letting Pulps skull bump against the cold metal stairs.

"Why do you ask that? Is work suppose to be fun? Don't answer that Nome."

"Yes Blade."

Nome and Blade arrived at the office, Dr Pulp's office to be exact. Blade opened the door, you can smell the humid, purified air in here. Blade threw Pulp into the room on his medic bed, closing the door with stern expression. When Blade looked back at Nome, he had a smile.

"Work here at times can be deserving to those. Most of the time it's not, but that's okay, they're not innocent, not at all. Do you believe yourself to be innocent Nome?"

Blade intelligent eyes piercing into Nome's soul. Nome thought about it. He has an answer.

"I wish I could say I'm innocent but I knew Comber and I work here. More innocent then you, yes and the rest of the killers, yes. I'm not innocent still.

Blade walked towards Nome, patting him on the shoulders with a smile on his face.

"Exactly Nome. Now the second thing I need you to do is clean all the grates in all units on the 5th floor. I can't stand these low ranks cleaning it wrong and then Granfer gets mad at me. I don't control ponies. I kill and gut them."

"Got you. I'll get on that right away!"

Nome walked back to the steps him and Blade came up, grabbing the janitor's cart, walking towards the room to the left of Pulp's office. Nome knew most of the workers will insult him, but hey that's why his cart has cameras. The lense of those camera will keep a vigilant hawk eye upon you nly if he turns them on. After Nome went into door 125 room, and the door shut; Blade smirked.

("What a obedient worker. We need to get rid of all workers and get some like Nome.")

Blade started walking back downstairs, the darkness of the main stairs echoed all around Blade. Really is dark ain't it Blade thought. If he has anypony else who attempts to push him off the balcony or stairs. He won't show mercy again.

"Finished!"

Bullet yelled with thrill, Comber already finished filling the papers out and have them already for turn in. Commer was testing atom experiments. The cold mist from the test tubes always fog his glasses. Bullet saw Commer turn his head up towards him.

"Oh, your done with the type B's harvesting.

"I've been done..."

Bullet didn't like Commer mocking him. He's saying he's slow ain't he? Bastard.

"Oh shut up Commer. You package yours that fast and accurately?"

"Indeed I did and seems like I'm not the only one finished."

Bullet traced Commer's hoof to Comber, who was staring at them both. He gave them a smirk before his expression turned back to a grin.

"Well doesn't he just manage our work?"

"Yes I do Bullet so get back to doing it."

"Fine... You win this one Commer."

"Okay."

Comber put the papers in the stack in the container for completed assignments. All managers must sign off on their unit employees work. After Comber was done with that he got up, walking around the unit, inspecting the tables, desk tops, creates, doors, machines in the body disposal room, the gutting chamber, the grates, walls and the rest of supplies and equipment in his unit. He wasn't shocked the scalpel was dull, the sharpness of it was wearing thin. The handle felt not so sturdy, and to top it off of had corrosion on it. Comber turned the tool around to Bullet.

"Bullet, make sure to clean the equipment after every use. Also hack saw, you use a hack saw for the sturdem, and rib cage."

"Really Comber you don't think I know this?"

Commer eyes burned with intelligence in the pupils as he stared at Bullet who knew what he was going to say. Why do these two always take each other backs?

"Well I hope you listen to our manager Bullet and his deductions are accurate. Why is the blade dull? Why does the handle feel like it could fall off? And there's corrosion, you know that means you haven't cleaned that tool for awhile. Does Comber have to keep an vigilant eye on your equipment? And when you clean make sure it's with the proper solution otherwise it could backfire on the tool."

"Doesn't all chemicals do the same thing?"

"No."

"No."

Comber and Commer said together serious.

"Ugh. Bullet no, some chemicals are purposely design for certain tools, certain chemicals have certain properties. Like one is toxic to us ponies while other chemicals aren't. In terms of my studies with them after mixing them I watch the atoms and how they react as well what properties change. Like oil, did you know water won't put that type of fire out, I mean cooking oil, because the tension inside the oil is too thick and would just absorb the water for extra fuel."

"Okay. Okay. I get it. I won't use the wrong chemicals while cleaning the equipment and will take better care of my tools."

"Thank you Commer. Glad to hear it Bullet."

Comber replied, already sitting down on his laptop putting in a request for another scalpel. One with a black handle and immediately. He had to let them know why, even though he could just buy it outside of work and bring it in, but that wouldn't teach Bullet a lesson and additional to that if they found out you brought in a tool not specifically from the organization you could get in massive trouble for that and if something went wrong you'll wish you just reported it.

"There. A new one will be coming home in tomorrow. Don't mess this one up otherwise you will probably get in trouble by the organization. Not too serious but enough to make you think twice about how to treat their equipment. Probably 4 days of extra assignments for you to make that money back."

"Well what I've heard they also make you pay out of your bag too."

"Greedy tyrants."

Comber walked towards the red been, placing the used and dull down scalpel in the bin, there's not much in there besides a clever, and a tree saw as well as a little bit of others stuff like gloves. Comber let the lid slam as he walked back to his desk, using hoof sanitizer on his hooves.

"And remember to always wear gloves Bullet, I don't see much of them in there. Disposal them in that bin and not the trash please. Nome would rant about it a tiny bit of you don't."

"Tsk, fine whatever. I finally fished the gutting, work on the next part Comber."

"Good."

Comber was contempt on how his unit performance is going. This unit never got in trouble once unlike the other units and he wants to keep the reputation going as long as they are still here. Having a bad reputation in this place makes you a target for other units. And we'll you already heard what they tried to do to Comber. Nopony wants that.

"While I was gutting I wash making sure to test the organs for their blood type and put them into their specified totes."

"Well ain't that slower Bullet?"

"I mean yeah but with all the time left after this I suppose it kills some of the time doesn't it?"

"So does performing and practicing math. Like the formula for the amount of strain a roof can handle and I already performed the status of this roof since the material is metal with steel underneath it. Smart design to because if they put the steel on top of would've made the roof eventually cave in."

"Why do you need to know this Commer?"

"Simple friends... Knowledge is power."

"Can't disagree with that one Commer."

"Right."

"So... What's that you working on...?"

"Oh you mean these tubes? You notice there's 3 of them but one has a solid version of acid while the other two has a liquid and gas form. The gas version of the acid is secured as tightly as possible. So don't worry."

"Wait, doesn't acid melt, so two questions, one how isn't it melting through that glass and second and how is it a solid."

Commer moved his glasses up has he looked down at the test tubes, then back up at Commer.

"Because of the brownstead lowery definition. Meaning a base in any substance that accepts a proton. Acid is one of those."

Comber wanted to know how he freezed the acid. Was it magic he used or another thing?

"Commer. How did you freeze the acid?"

"Hahaha!"

Bullet couldn't help but laugh. It's ridiculous to hear the words acid and freeze together.

"Simple. Freezer and some sprinkles of magic and you're in business."

"I see. Is it harmless in that state?"

"If you thinking of using it to make a bump on your head go away then no, it will melt eventually and Celestia you know what that means. You better off breaking it over somepony's head in combat, although liquid acid will still be more potent."

"I'm finishing!"

Bullet yelled, taking the bodies to the shredder room. You can hear the bones crunch and skull pops. The sound of brains hitting the wall and squashed together is nasty. Bullet repeated this process until the bodies was gone. Then taking the totes of organs and putting them in the creates in the freezer, each in their own blood type. He walked out of the freezer, bloody.

"So is the storage unit for our department cold or do they pick it up immediately?"

"Good question Bullet, it either of the two but organs are normally supposed to be keep around the 32-39 degrees."

"Correct and it's kinda cold in there so yes, it's around that temperature Commer."

Comber kicked his hooves up on his desk, it was empty and his hooves was wiped before kicking them up on the desk; Comber leaned back in his desk chair, the chair fallowing Comber's action. He had a satisfied expression, he was relaxed, bored but relaxed. Bullet walked towards the unit's shower, getting in it, turning it on, stepping out as he adjusted the temperature. At first he felt the burn, letting a groan of pain out. How hot do they make their water like near a 100 degrees? They need to be more careful with their workers but of course they won't. Be smart and not get into the shower too fast or at all. Getting into the shower anyway viewed by your peers are for the delicate weak. Only if they knew the science behind germs and infections they would get rid of by getting in the shower, damn fools. Bullet used his left fore hoof to feel the shower water. It was just right as always when he turns it like that. Bullet used his magic to close the curtains as he walked into the shower.

"Took care of Dr. Pulp."

Blade exclaimed as he walked into Granfer's office. Granfer was bored, take care or Dr. Pulp... Who was that again and why?

"Who's he again."

Blade sighed.

"A Dr. who's sister I killed. Tried to knock me off the 5th floor railing. I made sure he felt my wrath. I really wanted to kill him but he's useful to our employees. So I gave him one more chance as he was begging for his pathetic life. I don't remember his sister apparently I killed. Must've been a mare I deemed inconsequential."

Granfer pondered for a couple of seconds before remembering who Pulp was, ah that doctor eh? The one he thought was emo.

"Now I remember that doctor. How did you leave him?"

"Broken, crippled, but not fatally injured. He should wake up with a hard concussion after today. Told him he's going to work here after he attempted to kill me. Probably going to need to heal that stomach of his. Ahahaha!"

"Wait did I say he needed to stay?"

"Did you have too...? Certainly you see the crime fits the punishment of working here no?"

"Well.. I'm just glad he's just going to be working more."

"Wow sir."

Granfer spun his chair around, looking at Blade as he kicked his rear hooves up on his desk.

"I'm saying you did good getting him back for trying to kill you already. But that situation seems handled now. I been noticing the stocks rising?"

"Good news."

"Yes indeed."

Bullet walked out of the shower, looking around for Comber. His attention with his dripping gray mane focused on Commer as he closed the shower curtains which was red, and black on the bottom.

"Where did Comber go?"

Commer stopped pouring a yellow liquid test tube into a green one. What the heck was, nevermind Bullet thought.

"Comber took the work you did and the last create downstairs to the production room."

"I see. Wow he's fast went it comes to that. I remember when I used to do that in my old unit."

"Old unit?"

"Nevermind on that subject."

Bullet said, walking towards his desk and sitting down in the chair. Laying his left check on the deal, looking out the sunny window.

"Have you ever wondered when your time is over and you are just needed no more. I'm sorry but I have this feeling they're going to find ponies better than us for this unit then have us executed."

Commer looked up at Bullet throughout his test tube with yellow liquid in it floating around in front of his face.

"Why and when did this depressing tragic thought enter your head Bullet?"

Bullet remembers more than just this organization, this organization was just a stepping stone from the ones back then. This job gets boring and when you are not needed anymore then what's the point of working and not just letting them go? They're monsters who only look out for themselves. Bullet looked down at the ground spotting stained blood, he started to get reminded of himself and his soul.

"I don't know, well I do but perfer to keep it to myself so I don't scare you. My skills are a curse."

"Your... Skills...?"

"Yes."

Commer laughed, thinking of what skills could that be? Damaging equipment? Okay it's time to get serious as Bullet's expression was just dimming.

"Okay, I won't joke with you anymore. What is your skill Bullet?"

Bullet got up, grabbing a scalpel of his desk.

"Observe, I want to hit this piece of broken tote."

Bullet threw the tote piece at the door, throwing the scalpel at it next after, the scalpel hit the tote piece in mid air, pinning it at the bottom of the door. Commer was impressed he was able to do that.

"That's cool Bullet but I'm pretty sure a lot of other colts can do the same."

Bullet walked towards the door, picking the tote piece up and scalpel from the tote piece. Bullet held the clear tote piece in front of his face, looking at Commer.

"Can any colt normally do this?"

Bullet put the tote piece above the door; the piece was locked in place by the cracks of the door. Bullet turned to Commer, telling him to watch. Commer didn't understand Bullet; watch? He's facing the wrong way though. A better trajectory would be to turn around. Bullet threw the scalpel at Comber's desk, watching it bouncing of from the bottom of the tool, then again from the ceiling, then stabbing into the tote piece above the door. Commer nearly dropped his test tube; he made sure to put it back after nearly dropping it. How the actually buck did he managed to hit that from behind like that? Of course it's lucky but the odds of doing that is so unlikely that-!

"Took the create down stairs...-!"

"Move Comber!"

Comber moved his head to the left, only getting grazed by the scalpel on his left check. He looked at commer and bullet with a serious expression.

"One, thank you Commer. Second, why is their a scalpel through a broke clear tote piece?"

"Ask Bullet that."

Bullet was nervous, with sweat coming down his face with guilt as his teeth was smiling wide.

"Okay Bullet..."

Comber wiped the blood off his face, looking at Bullet. He felt his face, luckily his skin is very durable otherwise that would have cut like butter.

"Why was their a scalpel up on the door? I assume through the cracks from the way and angle it fell. Because harming your manager is a way to get written up, up to termination."

Bullet didn't want to get written up, no. He'll explain.

"No, no. Don't do that. I'll explain."

"Then start talking. It's not every day I walk through a door and almost gets stabbed. Just the last two days and now today."

Bullet thought of the words he's going to say. When he finished thinking, he lifted his head up from the ground, facing Comber's face, staring into his eyes which was serious.

"I was showing Commer what my cursed was?"

Comber at first was confused, wait Bullet's cursed? How and by who?

"I'm sorry, but what? Your curse involve having scalpels stuck on the top of the door for ponies to have fall and stab them?"

"No, no."

"Actually Comber I think Bullet curse is insane accuracy, the way he hit the piece of plastic was absurd."

Comber smirked at Commer.

"Well I suppose the makes sense, if that's the case then this place should allow you to have a gun."

"Hahaha... Maybe but not today."

"Anyways, time to wrap of the work around here. You finished-?"

"I have, the ponies for tomorrow has already been tortured and gutted."

"Good. Put the remains in a separate totes to be tested biologically by Commer tomorrow."

Comber let the door from the unit close, causing a loud bang; after Comber made his way to his desk, viewing the totes Bullet finished.

"You know back in the days I used to be in your position Bullet. I didn't do the same thing you do today, as I forbidden my self to kill or torture a filly, and since I'm good friends with Granfer he didn't have a problem with it."

"And you think I like doing that bucking crap? They didn't give me the same treatment at all. They say torture but I say rest in peace with speed."

Bullet exclaimed. Commer started putting his test tubes away, looking at his book of notes from today.

"So in terms acid can have all forms, solid, liquid, gas. They are proton donators and bases are proton acceptors. I know the amount of protons and electrons they normally have by memory."

Comber was confused by the part they are donators and bases are acceptors. What base? Like general bases? Wait why are they doing science in this place? Comber can understand that atoms could donate an electron, that was explained in Chemistry class but what wasn't was proton donators. Probably like the process where an electron is sharing another one with another atom. Commer wrapped his experiments up. After making sure all tubes was sealed shut, then putting them in a container then back into his bag, he got up. He put on his glasses that covered his brown eyes with the fog that was in them.

"You're ready to leave early Commer?"

Bullet chuckled. Commer put his hooves on his desk, staring at Bullet.

"I'm always ready to go home. It just depends when that bell rings."

"I agree with you comrade."

"You mean co-worker Bullet?"

Bullet laughed, getting up from his desk as well, Comber fallowing after. They all three turn to the window. Watching the sun slowly set behind the mountain once again.

"I tell you these days feel like they go by too fast. Nothing new, just old."

Bullet was depressed, and tired. Doing the job he does would take a lot out of you. Not just stamina wise but mortality. Sometimes you wonder if you're a monster who holds no emotions. The type of job here if anypony sees it from the outside they would quickly assume that.

"Yeah, it does."

Comber replied.

"Do you really think of leaving Comber?"

"Of course... Would you have it your way and to continue to freely work here, excluding the bits?"

"N-no. I'm just worry that'll be the death of not only you but all of us."

"Life is unfair."

"That's a dumb phase Bullet "

Commer replied. Bullet was a little annoyed. What the buck does he mean a dumb phase?

"Why do you say that Commer?"

"Because life gives you many options, choices to make. You go down you're own path, living happily with your family and friends. A lot of things you are able to choose in life, your wife, your friends, not your family, laugh out loud on that one. I would say job-!"

"But we're forced to work here right Commer?"

"Yes Comber. That's correct."

Bullet saw with his sharp eyes a bullet go through a crow. Why shoot down a crow?

"Well somepony just shot down a crow."

"How did you know it was a crow Bullet?"

"Because my eyes are as sharp as my name."

"I don't believe you actually saw the bullet just the bird fall."

"I did see the bullet and bird fall."

Comber sensed no deception. Impressed eye sight, hell give that to bullet but a infamous way of showing it. Commer turned to his watch he was wearing, he always has it scheduled to the time he gets off of work. That means... The watch should be beeping just about now.

Commer turned to his watch, watching it beep. Comber was surprised to spot another pony wearing a watch besides him. They are pretty rare in this generation. How did he get one?

"Well Commer. Got yourself a watch I see?"

Comber pulled his right hoof up, showing his watch to Commer. Commer smiled.

"I noticed you had one and was like hey, I'll make one."

"Whoa whoa, you made that Commer!?"

Bullet asked in shocked, Commer was ready to respond but the bell started ringing. Comber looked around bis entire unit, picking anything up that wasn't supposed to be on the floor, other than that they did a good job as always. He turned towards the window seeing an air freshener spray still there. Hopefully somepony doesn't steal it like last time.

"Alrighty, all looks good, I suggest we wait until that stampede outside stops."

"Yeah, sounds like it's tools falling down on the metal stairs."

"Well I wouldn't say as tools made of metal and if it was that much you he a dinging sound."

"You never answered my question Commer. You created that watch? What parts did you need?"

"Okay, so hear me out. You would need a needle, a power supply, a glass case to keep it safe and allows you to see the time, plastic with number neatly written on it, and the rest is a circuit board that I implanted into it. You must know computer science."

"I'm impressed Commer."

Comber replied, walking towards the door and opening it. You can see the stampede of ponies outside of the unit.

"Thank you-!"

"Wait, what is that sound!?"

Comber was able to sense bloodlust, to the right of his unit, what is going on?

"Hmm... Sounds like groans of pain, with a slamming of a pony's skull against the door of another nearby unit..."

Comber walked outside the unit once the stampede calmed down, turned to the sound seeing a white mare pegasus with yellow on the top of her wings in color, she had blue eyes. A colt with a red coat and blue eyes was beating her head against the wall. Bullet and Commer accompanied Comber.

"Well you were right about what was going on, besides it the bucking wall being used."

"Yeah... Just wondering why he's beating her to a pulp."

"I know why."

Comber closed his eyes, looking down then back up at the scene taking place in front of him now.

"Because she's a mare and he's a colt so he assumes dominance over her."

Comber said, Commer also chiming in.

"She probably cut in front of him or rejected him for him to continue with the beating."

Comber couldn't keep watching a mare like that just getting beaten by a stronger pony. Comber walked towards the scene, being watched by Commer and Bullet.

"How much do you love your wings!?"

"Stop! No! Not my wings!"

The mare pegasus yelled out in immense fear, this unicorn colt is enjoying her beating too much. He grabbed a wing with a hoof and the other with magic, bending them, she fought, not letting him break her wings.

"Somepony please, help me!"

"Yelling like the pathetic mare you are, need somepony to fight your battles for you? Now if you were my type you be feeling a different type of pain in another place about now. Hahaha!"

The colt continue bending her wings, she was groaning and grunting as she fought back using her wings while a hoof was on her back from her attacker. The wings have a lot of nerves in it, so sometimes when it was pulled it wasn't just pain but a tiny bit of pleasure, why is pegasus anatomy so confusion? You're being hurt by the wings but also feeling good? Weird. Comber watch the white pegasus punched him in the face, getting her head grabbed and slammed into the ground, with the red colt holding his hoof into the air, ready to punch her directly in the face. Her eyes watery, face expression clearly says she's in pain.

"I hope you like a concussion because that's when I'm going to stop, stupid whore."

The colt was about to bring his hoof down, when it was grabbing by a black hoof, he looked to his left and saw Comber. The red colt was bewildered and shocked. Comber? Rank two...? What is he doing? Comber threw him over the pegasus a good distance. He groan as he got back up; Comber walking towards him. The white pegasus quickly got up, shocked and surprised.

"Why are you beating on that mare pegasus? Does that make you feel tuff?"

"Hmm... I don't know, Comber, why the buck do you save a white mare pegasus? Is it because you like her!?"

"I don't even know her. About to bite her I saw? What desperate tactic for somepony who already got her on her back and was over her?"

"You're making me ma-!"

The red colt feel a blunt force hit him in the forehead, Comber was surprised to see who did that, it was Blade. With the back of his dagger. Why though? The red colt backed away shanking before collapsing onto the ground face first, unconscious. Blade put his dagger away. Comber walked towards Blade facing him.

"Nice to see you Comber. Thought I shut that colt up. I don't think you understand what that colt wanted to do to that mare besides cause harm but naive in those woods I see."

"I don't care what he wanted to do? All I know is him beating her into the ground was bull crap."

Blade closed his eyes, before opening then fast, teleporting to the right of Comber, nearly stabbing him in the neck. Blade turned his eyes to the left side of his neck. It seems like him and Comber predicted each other. Comber's knife was drawn and inches away from Blade's jugular vein. Blade draw his weapon back, putting it away, Comber did the same. Bullet and Commer was surprised by their speed, what reaction speed. Bullet moves similar when he's in deadly precision with a arm weapon.

"So... Why did you do that Blade?"

"You mean knocking that red colt unconscious?"

"The red colt."

"Ah. He's causing a unnecessary problem in the organization and I did not want to see a pegasus mare die from such scum."

Blade turned to the white pegasus who was standing back up, staring at him. He's strong, fast and caring. Her type. She flew past him, stopping, ready to ask him a question.

"Do you have a mare friend?"

Blade turned around to her facing, before giving her a chuckle.

"I know where this is going, but I will indefinitely decline. Already been married."

The white pegasus who name was Samantha frowned before smiling back at Blade. She started to fly downstairs.

("I guess that red colt wasn't completely wrong.")

Blade said turning back to Comber who had Bullet and Commer at his sides. Bullet and Commer was shock to see a mare in this facility ask Blade such a question. Ain't she hurt after all that, like yeah she's bloody but seriously hurt? Hopefully she's okay. Comber and blade glared at each other once again. Blade already ready to ask his question to Comber.

"This place really gets on your nerves with type of stuff doesn't it?"

"Does it not to you?"

Blade looked down at there'd unconscious colt, using magic to pick him up. Now Dr. Pulp can work on him for his injuries.

"A little. He's going to the medic. No quiting Comber. I highly recommend against it. You'll die."

"Hmph. You the one to warn me Blade?"

"Trust me first hoof I know what the feeling is like, you don't want to experience the same feeling."

How does Blade know what that feels like if he never did it, wouldn't he be dead and not rank 1 of this place. He doesn't make sense but he isn't lying, no deception. Huh, strange. Possibly work somewhere else?

"Whatever Blade. My question Blade is why are you here in the first place?"

"Haha. I'm don't have to tell you that Comber, let's just say it's a job."

"So are other places."

"True Comber. Not as high paying. I don't like what we do here but as well I know you can't leave. This is where I feel I belong."

Comber started walking around Blade and down the steps, Bullet and Commer fallowing in a rush, not wanting to be left alone with Blade. When the group was on the first floor, they heard hoof steps running towards them, Comber turned his head with Bullet and Commer to spot Nome.

"Hey Comber, wait up!"

Comber stopped, Bullet and Commer continued walking through the front doors of the organization.

"How was work?"

"Not that different, besides Blade ordering me to clean the stairs."

Comber didn't like Blade talking to Nome much because Blade acts so high and mighty. He has reasons to be but still, ponies are still ponies and respect them if they were you.

"Was their a special reason?"

Comber asked, walking towards the same doors Bullet and Commer was. Nome paused, recalling the events and fallowing Comber.

"No, not that I remember. I do know that Blade was carrying a pony with magic, supposing it was a doctor because of his cost. He said he messed him up like that because he tried something against him? Don't know exactly what."

Strange that Blade did that. It seems like Blade had a interest in this colt. Normally he punished his attackers with pain and eventually death. Being a high rank does have it perks.

"Intriguing... How was your day in general Nome? I assume you wasn't involved because there's no sign of damaged on you."

"Hahah. Of course not Comber and my day been normally good, working here isn't good but other than that, yeah feeling fine."

Comber and Nome walked through the front doors of the organization, Blade watching them with narrow eyes from the fourth floor. Friendship like that is hard and rare to see in a place like this. The doors slammed behind Comber and Nome, the sun shinning on them, kinda hot out isn't it.

"Kinda hot out here isn't it Comber?"

"I don't feel much of a difference."

Comber doesn't know why but he has immunity to the cold and heat. They don't bother him. Both Nome and Comber started walking from the south of the organization, towards Flustered Town, discussing their day.

"Any new plans when you get home Comber?"

"Not really Nome. If there's anything new besides training and homing my combat skills then I already would've thought about it."

"So no assassin jobs?"

Comber checked his watch, looking at the screen for notifications. He saw the number zero there. He sighed, bored.

"Nope... It's that I don't like that job because I rather not do it, but at least the perks from that jobs is great pay and some fun."

Nome knew why Comber became an assassin, he won't bring that subject up again with Comber.

"Yeah. Out of curiosity have you been labeled as a threat for even Celestia?"

Comber chuckled. Nome and Comber was on the outskirts of Flustered Town, entering from the north.

"I don't think my actions went not noticed. I'm sure she must knows what I've done and what this place we call the organization has as well."

"True. She is Celestia after all."

"You know most ponies say you should fear her. I don't fear those monarchies at all. Are they really are is alicons, I remember fighting at least one Alicon, tricky with their type of species with some of my techniques, but I even bet Blade and Abdeath could defeat her as well."

"I see you point Comber. But this is Celestia, the ruler of Equestria. Do you think she has the title if she wasn't powerful?"

Comber snickered. Nome's right but there's a difference from her and him. Nome and Comber turned left at Sorrow Avenue.

"Never said she wasn't powerful and I Know better than to underestimate the power she withholding. But don't forget Nome, power isn't what always wins battles."

"There's my second lesson."

"Speaking of lessons Nome. Would you like to learn anything while coming over?"

"Of course Comber."

Comber increased his walking speed, expecting Nome to do the same.

"I've heard the Wonderbolts are performing later, you want to see?"

"Wonderbolts, ain't that those stunt pegasus who think they are performing dangerous stunts?"

"Well they do don't they not?"

"Yes they do. We're here Nome."

Comber and Nome faced Comber's house, both staring at it with nostalgia. Nome was on Comber's right, eventually looking at Comber who remaining fixated staring at his own house. Nome felt nervous, training with Comber again, it can be terrifying if you get on his bad side, either way, he's ready.