VORTEX: Brotherhood Of Cyclones
Chapter-1: Cartel Tyrants
Author's Note
Hey guys, so yeah I decided to write a completely fan made story, I hope you like it, comment and say what you think, it will help me on my writing journey.
I was thinking about this project for so long, share this fic with your friends so that it will get the attention I hoped for it. Give me any ideas you have for the future chapters. If this story gets the attention it needs, I will write a sequel in equestria. And Don't worry, I will never forget about RISE OF DOOM or FOE: Tarnished Trio.
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Chapter-1: Cartel Tyrants
It was a cold and snowy winter evening in the city of ‘Viento’. Snow was coming from the sky, covering the ground in white. Foals were playing in the snow, giggling and laughing. Snow removers were doing their jobs, removing the snow from the streets. Parents were taking their children back home for a warm dinner. It was a peaceful night for everypony in the capital of ‘Galmadra’.
In the center of this large, populated city stood a massive skyscraper belonging to ‘C.S.S’ (Cyclone Security Service), commonly known as Cyclone.
A private corporation that creates advanced weapons and equipment, trains soldiers or anything for the safety of Galmadra. They can also be known as a private military company, as they have their own soldiers.
The tower had 55 floors, with every single floor for something different from the others.
On the 55th floor, inside an oval-shaped office, stood an old stallion in a gray suit, in front of the big window behind his desk, looking down on the large city of Viento. The stallion had a brown coat with a short white mane and tail and a well kept beard with purple eyes.
The stallion was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard somepony knocking at his door. His ears twitched as he looked back over his shoulders.
“Come in.”
The door to the room opened as a middle-aged mare in a gray formal suit and glasses stepped in. She had a cream-colored coat with a long grayish mane and tail with brown eyes. The mare cleared her throat and addressed her employer.
“Sir, your guests have just arrived,” the mare said.
The old stallion nodded. “Good, let them inside,” he commanded, turning around.
The secretary nodded and stepped out. Seconds later, two stallions in Galmadrian military uniforms stepped in, one with the rank of general and the other only a bodyguard.
The bodyguard closed the door behind himself and stepped in front of it while the general smiled and laughed.
“If it isn’t my old friend, Blunt Command, good to see you again,” the general greeted.
(**When I say old stallion, I mean around 64 years old**)
The old stallion, now known as Blunt Command, smiled back and made his way towards the general. “The feeling is mutual, General Blackflag,” he said as they shared a quick handshake. “Please, take a seat.”
General Blackflag sat on a leather chair that was in front of Blunt’s desk and took off his red military hat. He had Black coat with a bald head and a short gray tail, along with red eyes.
“So, Blackflag, how is it going?” Blunt Command asked as he sat behind his desk and leaned back in his chair, that was made with black alligator leather.
General Blackflag chuckled and shook his head. “Well, it’s kind of tiring, sitting on my ass all day checking old documents with nothing else to do.”
“Yes, well, that’s one of the shity things about being the boss,” Blunt Command said. They both shared a laugh and talked a bit about their memories together. For about 10 minutes, they reminisced about their past before Blunt Command asked Blackflag a question: “Well, old friend, what is it that you wanted to see me for?”
Blackflag’s expression became serious as he cleared his throat. “We have a problem, a BIG problem.” With that said, Blunt’s demeanor became serious too, and he motioned for him to continue. Blackflag continued, “Last week, we got a message from one of our recon teams that were scouting around in ‘Galfota’ (Galfota is this worlds Griffon land). They gathered some information about a super weapon they might have created or bought. The problem is, we don’t know where this thing is or what it does. But we do know it’s destructive, and judging by the recent conflict between them and us, news about a destructive weapon is not good” he finished.
Blunt Command looked at the general with a blank face before asking him a question: “So, what do you need me to do?”
Blackflag sighed and leaned closer in his seat. “We sent our best stallions to the ‘Zeberona’ (Zebra Lands) to take down the Minotaur rebels that have invaded their land, so we only have regular soldiers guarding the country. Since we need to do this quickly and quietly, we. Need. Professionals,” he finished, tapping on the desk with every word.
“So you want me to give you my Cyclones?” Blunt Command asked. Blackflag nodded. “In that case, I will send a group of Cyclone Phase II’s to you.” Blackflag tsked and shook his head.
“I said professionals, don’t you get it? Then you want to give me my own men back to me? Cmon blunt” he said with a grin and a quick wink.
The name C.S.S also stands for one more thing: ‘Cyclone Super Soldiers,’ or more commonly known as Cyclone Soldiers or Super Cyclones. The Super Cyclones are the company’s exclusive soldiers, trained from a very young age when they are still just foals. A mysterious form of magic—or perhaps advanced technology—is used to enhance the abilities of these Cyclone Soldiers, though the public remains unaware of this secret. They are known as the deadliest and most dangerous military group on the entire planet.
There are three types of Cyclone Soldiers: Phase-II, Phase-I, and Phase-Zero. The Phase-II soldiers are the normal soldiers who used to work for the military, but then they were sent to work for C.S.S. The Phase-I soldiers are ponies who were trained from a young age and turned into super soldiers. Finally, the Cyclone Phase-Zero's are similar to the Phase-I soldiers, but it is said that they were chosen by Blunt Command himself and underwent super advanced training, making them a level higher than Phase-I.
Apparently there are only 6 Cyclone Phase-Zero's.
Blunt Command stayed quiet for a few minutes before clicking a button on the phone that was on his desk to call his secretary. Seconds later, there was a knock at the door. The bodyguard stepped away from the door and opened it, allowing the mare from before to come inside the room, with a notepad in hands.
“You summoned me, sir?” the secretary said.
Blunt Command nodded. “Secretary Cream Note, call ‘them’ and tell ‘them’ they are needed,” he ordered. The mare looked at her boss in surprise.
“But sir, they are already in a mission in Metzico” the secretary protested.
Blunt Command nodded in understanding “I know, Contact them and tell them to call me whenever they are done” the Secretary hesitantly nodded and left the room, while the general and the bodyguard were dumbfounded.
“What was that all about?” the general asked curiously. Blunt Command smirked.
“You asked for professionals, right?” A smile slowly found its way onto Blackflag’s muzzle.
“I like the sound of that.”
Many miles away, at the south part of Galmadra, there is another country called ‘Metzico.’ This small country always had problems with Galmadra because of its criminal groups and cartels who illegally transported travelers to the other side of the border. The situation was so serious that the president of Galmadra decided to build a great wall between the two nations.
It was a load and beautiful night at the city of 'ponterrey', the wealthiest city of Metzico. At the north side of the city where the richest ponies reside, there was a big, white mansion with a big garden at the back of the mansion, that belonged to the richest family of ponterrey. There seemed to be some sort of party going on at the back garden. Let’s go see it.
The back garden of the mansion was filled with rich and elegant residents of this city, all talking to each other about their life and one another, mares sipping on glasses filled with champagne while stallions drinking tequila. There was a stand where a group of stallions with sombrero hats were standing and were playing a famous metzican music.
It was a ceremony that would happen every year in honour of 'El Salvator', the stallion of the Salvator family, the family that this mansion belongs to. It has been 3 years since he unfortunately passed away, leaving his wife and twin daughters alone. Before his death because of cancer, He have asked his wife, 'señorita baya', to celebrate every year, despite of a grief ceremony, so that everypony would remember him with smiling faces, not sad teary eyes.
The double doors that lead to the kitchen opened and a middle aged stallion in a waiter suit, with brown fur, black mane and tail, tan eyes with metzican mustache came out, a tray with four glasses of tequila and one champagne in his left hand while he kept his right hand behind his back, a blank look on his face.
He walked to the center of the tables and made his way towards a round table that four stallions and a middle aged Mare were sitting. The mare had white fur, purple eyes and long, golden coloured mane, in a black dress, with elegant long sleeved gloves, a golden necklace and a black lady hat. The stallions weren’t so formal as the other ponies in the party.
The waiter made his way to the round table and put the glasses of drinks in front of the respective guests and the host of the ceremony. “You need Anything else, señorita?” The waiter asked the Widow in his metzican accent.
Señorita baya looked up at the waiter. Although being almost 58 years old, she had managed to keep her beauty. She looked at the four young stallions and asked “you need anything else, boys ? Feel free to ask” The leader of the stallions waved his hand dismissively, and addressed the waiter.
“Were good, but theres rwo of us who went to the restroom, bring a vodka and a whisky for them please” he said to the waiter, who bowed and went to do his job. The leader was a Unicorn stallion that looked like he was 30, he had black fur, red eyes, short anddark gray mane and tail.
C.S.S Identification Card:
Agent Code Name: Grim Reaper-AKA Reaper
Species: Unicorn
Gender: Male
Blood Type: AB-
Real Name: Classified (N/A)
Age: 33 Years Old
Nationality: Galmadrian
Place Of Birth: City of Belaris, Galmadra
Rank: Cyclone Super Commando
Specialty: Team Leader/Assault rifles
Cyclone Phase: Zero
“Oh for Fuck’s sake, i have never been in a upper class party, this shit is FUCKING LAME” the second stallion whined and shoted the last word, childishly. He had a silver fur with green eyes and black mane and tail, punk hairstyle.
C.S.S Identification Card:
Agent Code Name: Jester-AKA Jesie
Species: Earth Pony
Gender: Male
Blood Type: O+
Real Name: Classified (N/A)
Age: 30 Years Old
Nationality: Galmadrian
Place Of Birth: City Of Pialiv, Galmadra
Rank: Cyclone Super Commando
Specialty: Demolition Specialist/Explosive guns
Cyclone Phase: Zero
Jester had his face buried into the table and was fake-crying. The third Stallion put his hand on his ‘Brother’s’ shoulder and massaged it a bit “cmon jesie, cut that shit off, you dont want these rich-ass, ponies looking at you like your some kind of a foal” he said. The third Stallion had a olive fur with yellow eyes, long brown mane and tail.
C.S.S Identification Card:
Agent Code Name: Scarecrow-AKA Crow
Species: Earth Pony
Gender: Male
Blood Type: A+
Real Name: Classified (N/A)
Age: 32 Years Old
Nationality: Galmadrian
Place Of Birth: North Groivis, Galmadra
Rank: Cyclone Super Commando
Specialty: Sniper Specialist/Sniper rifles
Cyclone Phase: Zero
Jester pulled his head up and looked at Scarecrow with bored eyes “i dont care, mummy said, we’ll be going to a fun party,
with dance floors and cool music ” he said as he then scowled at the fourth stallion who was sitting beside Scarecrow “i dont see anything fun about this place” the fourth stallion had a white fur, cyan eyes, beautifully washed and brushed silver Mane and tail.
“Okay okay, first of all: we are here to do our mission, second of all : this so called party is thrown as a reminder for a dead stallion, thirdly: shut the bloody hell up” mummy said in his Bibrican accent.
C.S.S Identification Card:
Agent Code Name: Mummy-AKA Murmur
Species: Unicorn
Gender: Male
Blood Type: A-
Real Name: Classified (N/A)
Age: 32 Years Old
Nationality: Bibrican
Place Of Birth: nullden City, Bibrica
Rank: Cyclone Super Commando
Specialty: Driving Professional/Assault rifles
Cyclone Phase: Zero
(Bibrican = British)
Señorita baya looked at the two and had a soft smile on her muzzle, but then she remembered there was actually six of them here. “What is taking them so long?, it shouldn’t have taken them this amount of time to finish up” she asked Reaper. Reaper looked at her and chuckled, shaking his head.
“I dont know,(laugh) they are probably doing it gently, but knowing THEM, thats Impossible” Reaper said as he then took a sip from his tequila.
Let’s see what is happening in the bathroom shall we?
[IN THE MANSION’S PUBLIC BATHROOM]
Your camera angle is from inside of a toilet, disgusting water and all, but we can see the face of a orange stallion outside the toilet, he looked like his face was wet and was looking at somepony at his right with pleading eyes and catching his breath, we couldn’t hear what he was saying but we could see him pleading to somepony. Then from behind the orange stallion a dark gray stallion came into our sights and shoved the orange stallion’s head inside the toilet.
The orange stallion struggled but it was in vain as he was trapped in place by the dark gray stallion’s hoof. Finally after eternity, you readers decided to leave the shitter and chose a better camera angle.
The public bathroom of this mansion was simple but fancy. three toilet stalls, three urinals, three toilet sinks, and a dryer. everything was luxurious. There were three stallions present in the bathroom.
The first stallion was a pegasus, he had Crimson fur, blazing orange eyes, short black mane and tail. “Oh yeah, keep the shit right where it belongs brother” the Stallion laughed, addressing his companion with his rather deep and scrachy voice.
C.S.S Identification Card:
Agent Code Name: Demon-AKA Damn
Species: Pegasus
Gender: Male
Blood Type: AB+
Real Name: Classified (N/A)
Age: 33 Years Old
Nationality: Galmadrian
Place Of Birth: Lubroxa City, Galmadra
Rank: Cyclone Super Commando
Specialty: Interrogator/Heavy Weapons and Shotgun
Cyclone Phase: Zero
The second stallion stayed silent and looked at Demon with a blank expression, he had dark gray fur, black eyes, long black mane and tail, the right side of his face was covered by his mane, his right eye couldn’t be seen.
C.S.S Identification Card:
Agent Code Name: Ghost-AKA Ghosty
Species: Pegasus
Gender: Male
Blood Type: O-
Real Name: Classified (N/A)
Age: 31 Years Old
Nationality: Almerian
Place Of Birth: City of Uladus, Almerian Republic
Rank: Cyclone Super Commando
Specialty: Stealth Professional/Pistols and Smgs
Cyclone Phase: Zero
(Almeria = Russia)
Ghost stayed silent and looked at Demon with a blank face. After a bit, Ghost released his grip on the stallion, grabbed him by his purple mane, and pulled roughly, dragging him out of the shitter. The Metzican stallion gasped for breath and cursed, “No sabéis con quién os metéis, malditos idiotas,” he said in Metzican between long breaths.
Demon chuckled and crouched on the ground, coming eye level with the Metzican cartel thug. “Yeah, you’re right, amigo. Why don’t you tell me? I believe that’s exactly what we’re looking for. Holy shit, hueles a mierda,” Demon grimaced as he covered his muzzle from the bad smell of the stallion.
The prisoner spat on the floor of the bathroom in front of Demon and looked up at him with determined eyes. “¿Crees que te diré algo, gringo? Piensa de nuevo.”
Demon sighed and stood up, going toward the exit door of the bathroom. “This guy is starting to piss me off, Ghosty. Finish him off; we don’t need him anyway,” he said to his brother. The dark gray stallion nodded and shoved the bandito’s head inside the toilet again. The stallion struggled and squirmed, but he couldn’t free himself from Ghost’s strong grasp. After three minutes, the stallion’s body went limp. Ghost let go of the dead stallion’s head and pushed the button on the toilet, flushing it.
“C'mon, the others are waiting for us,” Demon laughed as he pointed outside. Ghost looked at Demon, who was looking back at him with a face that said, “Atta boy,” rolling his eyes and walking out of the bathroom without saying anything.
The duo left the bathroom and made their way back to their seats alongside their brothers and the host of the ceremony, both sitting on either side of Señorita Baya, who looked at them with a face that asked, “What’d you get?”
Demon started the conversation, “Welp, we only found out he was indeed a spy who was sent to poison your drink,” he said to the Metzican Widow, who motioned for him to continue. “Aaand, he WAS working for 'El Pacho,' but he didn’t say where he is... will never say it anymore.” Baya nodded her head.
“El Pacho is the head of the Pacho Family. Our families have never had a friendly relationship just because of that selfish sack of dung,” the Widow said in anger. “Cómo quise matar a ese bastardo muchas veces en el pasado, pero mi encantador esposo no me dejó,” she said, both in sadness and anger.
Ghost put his gloved hand on her shoulder. He was bad at comforting or socializing, but at least he was trying his best. The mare shook her head and stood up from her seat. “Thank all of you for saving my life. You are all welcome to the Salvador family estate whenever you come here, but I need to go and meet some old friends. Make yourselves at home. Despedida.” And with that, she smiled, gave a curtsy, and went to greet her other guests.
After a few minutes of silence, Jester broke the ice. “So... What are we going to do now? We were sent here to hunt down this El Pacho guy, and we don’t even know where he is,” he said as he looked at Reaper.
Reaper shifted in his seat and was thinking about something to do when suddenly his super-advanced 'CY-watch' rang. He pressed a button, and a blue projector-monitor appeared in front of him. All the agents looked at the projector as it was a video call from HQ. It showed the HQ’s mission room, where they could contact them during the mission. A young mare with cream-colored fur, a brown mane and tail, and blue eyes with glasses in a black formal suit was sitting behind a desk. Reaper smiled as he saw her.
“Oh boy, what could possibly have gone wrong to make this beautiful lady contact me?” Reaper said with a chuckle. The mare on the other side blushed and scowled cutely.
“Do I need to remind you that you're still on a mission, Reaper?” Ivory Heart, the daughter of Secretary Cream Note, said from the video call with embarrassment and frustration. She was working for C.S.S. as the radio chatter and as a guide for Reaper and his team in their missions, alongside Allan.
Reaper chuckled and looked at her with a smirk. “Oh, come on, baby, just trying to lighten up the mood.” She just continued scowling.
Reaper laughed and looked at his brothers. Jester was playing a shooter game on his CY-Phone Mark-S37 (a super smartphone belonging to Cyclone Entertainment; yeah, Cyclone is an all-service company). Scarecrow was cleaning his Cy-Watch, while Mummy was brushing his mane. The waiter from before came up to Ghost and Demon and placed their glasses of drinks in front of them. As he was about to leave, Demon quickly grabbed the bottle of vodka from the tray, gave the waiter a tip, and started gulping down the entire bottle in one go, while Ghost slowly drank his whisky.
”You need to focus on your mission, so do it,” she said with a rather commanding tone. Reaper sighed. But then something unexpected happened.
Secretary Cream Note appeared on the screen, having a motherly scowl on her face. ”You know, it's rude to flirt with a mare in front of her mother, right, Agent Grim Reaper?” Both Ivory and Reaper were in shock.
“Shit!?”
“Ooohh, she got ya there, bro,” Demon teased as he had just emptied the vodka bottle, blurting loudly.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, can’t I just get a break?” Reaper protested as he rested his head on the back of his seat. Some of the guests looked at him as he was too loud, but a scary, one-eyed glare from Ghost caused them to look away.
“Save your perverted, stallion-like thoughts about my daughter to yourself and focus on your objective,” Cream Note ordered, causing her daughter to blush even harder.
“Mom, for the love of Zeus, please,” Ivory whined as she buried her face in her hands, out of embarrassment.
“I believe Ivory called you to inform you about your new mission, Agent Reaper. There is an important matter that Command is willing to talk to you about,” she informed. This caught the group’s attention. “I have sent you the location you need to be in. Complete your current mission and be there tomorrow at 2:00 PM. Red Crown, over and out,” and with that, the video call was over, and the projection faded away.
“So... what now?” Scarecrow asked the others. They all looked at each other, but then their attention was drawn to the entrance of the garden, where a group of stallions in black suits and sombrero hats stood. Señorita Baya and three of her guards were in front of them, and she looked angry. All the guests turned to the entrance as the host snapped at the newcomers, and the musicians stopped. Reaper motioned for his brothers to stand up and see what was going on.
As the 'Fearsome Six' got closer to the entrance, they could hear what Miss Baya was saying: “¿Ese cerdo gordo no se atrevió a entrar y ordenó a sus matones que trajeran estas flores? ¿Cómo se atreve siquiera a acercarse a mi propiedad?” she snapped.
All the guests stood up and were thinking about leaving the place. As the group of Cyclones reached the entrance, they saw that the newcomers had a bouquet of flowers in their hands and were looking at Miss Baya with rather offensive smiles. “What is going on, Miss?” Mummy asked Miss Baya. She looked back at the group and then back at the newcomers.
“Gentle stallions, these thugs are El Pacho’s thugs whom he sent to do what he should have been doing. Apparently, he doesn’t have the courage to come and confront me by himself, so he’s sitting in his car,” the lead stallion of El Pacho’s gang chuckled and shook his head.
“Oh, is that right? So your boss is in the car now, huh?” Reaper asked as he crossed his arms.
The lead cartel member nodded his head. “Sí, Señor Pacho, though having a meeting with an old widow does not worth his time, so he decided to stay in the car while we bring his peace offering to you.” At that, Miss Baya gritted her teeth and had fire in her eyes. Ghost put a hand on her shoulder again; she looked back at him and took long breaths to calm down.
‘Talk about walking into the lion's den by yourself,’ Ghost thought to himself, being silent the entire time. He would only speak whenever he really needed to. When his brothers were with him, he let them do the talking.
“Well, if that’s so, we will only start if Miss Baya lets us,” Reaper said as he looked at Señorita Baya with a raised brow. She smirked and nodded her head. “Welp, guess the party's over.” And with that, Reaper and the boys quickly pulled their pistols out and shot the El Pacho gang members, who were surprised and had no time to react, dying with bullets in their brains, dropping to the ground in their own blood. The loud gunshots caused the guests to scream and take cover below the tables.
“C'mon, let's go smoke this bastard, FAST!” Demon shouted as he, along with his brothers, ran outside the garden and made their way to the parking lot. On their way to the parking lot, they confronted more gangsters who were taking cover and shooting at them. Scarecrow shot one right in the center of his eyes, causing his head to explode and blood to splash out.
Inside a black limousine in the parking lot of the mansion, there was a fat yellow-colored stallion with blue eyes and a mustache in a white formal suit. He was sitting in the back seat, munching on chocolates and sandwiches. El Pacho, the dirtiest stallion in Ponterrey, had made quite a mess as his hands were covered with chocolate, and it was around his mouth too. The driver’s left eye twitched as he was forced to listen to this fatass stuffing his mouth full of snacks. El Pacho then grabbed a can of soda and quickly gulped it; he wasn’t careful, so he managed to stain his suit with the soda.
When he finished his snacks, he gave a loud burp and rubbed his big belly. His bodyguards grimaced at the way he ate and just wanted to leave. They were all distracted when they heard gunshots. El Pacho froze as he heard the gunshots getting closer and yelled at his driver, “Oye idiota, conduce, ¿no oyes los disparos? Mueve.” The driver immediately started the car.
As the Fearsome Six entered the parking lot, they all looked around and saw the limousine drive off. “Bollocks!” Mummy cursed as he and Scarecrow shot a few rounds at the car, but it was bulletproof and managed to get away.
“C'mon, get into the van!” Reaper shouted as he threw the car keys to Mummy, who caught them and got into the infamous ‘FearWreaker’ in the driver’s seat.
‘FearWreaker ’
Jester sat beside Mummy, with Scarecrow and Demon behind them, as this van had four seats plus the cargo area. Meanwhile, Ghost and Reaper got into the cargo.
The cargo of the Feartruck was organized and clean; it had some armor chests that contained their special custom Cyclone Phase Zero armors, many weapon shelves, and numerous boxes of ammo, along with two Cyclone monitors.
“Tsk, tsk,” Ghost signaled for his pet. From under the cargo’s seats, you could see two red pupils. The creature growled happily and came out to hug Ghost. Ghost scratched its ears and gave it a treat from his backpack. It turned out to be a big, strong, black and grey Arctic Wolf—the rarest type of wolf in their world, which is close to extinction.
‘Hoxxy The Wolf’
Reaper closed the van’s back doors and slammed his hand three times against the wall between the cargo area and the front seats. Mummy quickly got the van ready. The exhaust roared and ignited with red fire. “Let’s go give 'em hell!” Demon shouted as he played music from his phone on the van’s system, and the music started playing. While Mummy drove the Feartruck.
FearWreaker ran through the parking lot’s wall, making a hole, and followed the road towards the city, where the limousine and two guard trucks were going. As minutes passed, the Feartruck entered the city, and the group continued following El Pacho’s car.
The city was crowded and blight; all the stores and apartments had their lights on, and everypony was watching as the big armored van followed the convoy of the cartel. “Shit, that asshole must have called the rest of his stallions,” Jester said as he looked up from behind the window and saw three choppers and a dozen of El Pacho’s gang cars following them and shooting at them.
“Yeah, hey, you two, don’t just sit on your bloody asses; start shooting something,” Mummy said as he focused all his attention on driving. Demon clicked a button on a pad in the back of Mummy's seat, and suddenly, the ceiling of the front seats began to retract, revealing a manual sentry turret.
Demon quickly went and sat on the newly appeared platform and pushed the turret’s red button. The barrel started swinging fast, and the sound of a minigun could be heard as he began shooting at the armored vehicles of El Pacho that were following them, firing back at him and the truck. “Yeah, you like this?” Demon laughed as he shot torrents of bullets at the cars. The armor of the enemy cars was strong, making their destruction slower, but still, Mr. Demy managed to blow up three of them at first.
Scarecrow readied his signature dual revolvers, which were able to shoot super FMJ flaming bullets, and pulled his window down, taking his upper body out into the open air, his long mane swishing in the wind. Aiming up at the choppers blasting above, the bullets managed to pierce through the helicopters' armor with ease; he just had to shoot the weak points. “Hey, Jessie, enjoying the party?” Scarecrow asked, not taking his attention off the choppers.
Jester laughed and nodded while dancing in his seat to the beat of the song. “Yeah, can we do this every day?” Jester said as he clicked some buttons on the pad in front of him, causing a few small metal spikes to drop from the back of the van, destroying a few tires of the enemy cars. “Woooee, just like old times, eh boys?” Jester said to the three.
“HELL YEAH!” all the others shouted, even Reaper at the back. Speaking of which...
At the cargo area of the van, we could see Reaper and Ghost getting some stuff ready, while Hoxxy was feasting on a dismembered arm of a pony that Ghost had given him as a treat. The two soldiers were behind the two monitors and were entering a few codes on the pads. “Okay, brother, do as we planned, okay?” Reaper asked Ghost, who nodded in approval. “It’s showtime,” Reaper said as he clicked a button, and suddenly, in a flash of light, two bikes appeared beneath them both. The cargo was big enough; don’t worry.
Reaper’s bike
Ghost’s bike
Ghost clicked the door-opening buttons, and when the doors opened, he drove outside on his bike while Reaper followed closely behind him. After driving a few meters in the opposite direction of the van, they both braked and turned around. They were lucky that none of the cartel cars had crashed into them.
When they were behind the cartel cars, they drove back toward the van but stayed behind the cars. Reaper pulled out two T.M.P.s and started shooting at the enemy cars. The ones that were closer to the van were destroyed as Demon shot at them from behind the minigun. Meanwhile, Ghost brought out a small sawed-off pump-action shotgun and started shooting the wheels of the cars, pumping the gun by rolling it around on his fingers. (You know, just like Arnold in Terminator: Judgment Day)
After minutes of chase-fighting, Reaper motioned to Ghost, who nodded. With that, Reaper pressed the button on the bike's monitor, causing the bike's seat to kick the unicorn into the air while the bike was on autopilot. Ghost quickly did the same, but since he was a pegasus, he opened his wings and flew towards Reaper, catching him by his shoulders and carrying Reaper below his abdomen. Reaper smiled and brought out his SMGs again, starting to shoot at the fans of the choppers, causing them to get pierced and the helicopter to fall, crashing while being set on fire.
The group of cartel members and the Fearsome Six had by now entered a highway.
“Ghost, the choppers are gone. Go finish this,” Reaper shouted, to which Ghost nodded and let go of Reaper, who dove and jumped back onto his bike, shooting at the remaining cars.
Ghost flew closer and closer towards the limousine of that old stallion and folded his wings, jumping onto the roof of one of the guard cars near the limousine. He then punched the car's roof very, very hard, his fist making a hole. The stallions inside gasped as they saw Ghost's arm enter the car. Ghost tore off the ceiling and jumped in at the center of the two. The cartel guys were surprised but had no time to react as Ghost shoved his knives at both their throats. Blood spilled out of them as they died; Ghost took the knives out. Ghost then shot the driver with his pistol and took his place.
“Woo, ghosty has control over that car over there,” Mummy said as he saw everything. Scarecrow then shot the driver of the second guard car. Mummy used this as their final strike. He drove the Feartruck to the right side of the limousine, while Ghost drove his hijacked car to the left side. Reaper managed to come back to the van and get inside with his bike. Ghost’s bike was on autopilot. Then, when the time came, both Mummy and Ghost smashed their vehicles into both sides of the limousine.
A big accident caused many of the cars at the back to crash into them.
