The Anti-Brony Chronicles 2: Aftermath

The stranger flipped a bit into the air, caught it, and flipped it again as he walked. He was a tall person, broad shouldered, heavily built. Certainly someone who would give the "Don't Mess With Me" look. He was bad to the bone, and damn proud of it. His black zip-up sweater hung loosely as he walked, his torn black jeans and worn sneakers showed that he clearly didn't care about his appearence. His long shaggy hair hung in front of his eyes like a dark brown curtain. Strapped to his belt was a leather holster, in it was a golden pistol, engraved with intials 'D.R.'. He chewed his toothpick before spitting it into a nearby trash bin.

He walked through an abandoned alley. This was HIS turf. Some say even the neighborhood gangs were scared of him. He kicked in the doors to an old house, where a computer genius and inside source to the ponies sat. He briskly walked over and slammed his hand down on the counter, making a loud bang. This caught the genius' attention.

"Hello..." he muttered nervously.

"I heard you were once Austin's inside source for anything pony related."

"That's right..." he replied as he pushed his glasses against his face.

"I need this." The stranger tossed him a blueprint for some sort of a cloak, lined with pockets of all sorts.

"I'm gonna need incentive first." The genius gave him a smug smile that quickly disappeared when the strange produced his golden pistol and held it to the genius' head.

"There's your incentive."

"You drive a hard bargain!" He grinned nervously and took the blueprint, then ran into the back room. "I'll be back in an hour!"

Meanwhile, in a Top Secret Army Base...

"Alpha team, do you read? Alpha team! Come in! Damn it!"

"What do we do now, Sarge?"

"We inform the Princesses and world leaders. They need to know. Johnson, get Bravo team and search his house! I need to get the bird to the LZ stat!"

"Yes sir." Johnson quickly left the room.

"You there, private."

"Sir, yes sir?"

"Go get my gun. I'm finding this Anti if it's the last thing I do..."

And back with the stranger, one hour later...

"Here's your cloak, as well as that ammo you wanted..." The genius passed a cloak and a box of .22 pistol rounds.

"Thanks, goggle-boy...And next time...Don't keep me waiting..." He walked out the door with the cloak and ammo in his arms.

He continued to his house, but stopped when he saw a military helicopter flying away from it. He then gritted his teeth and pulled out his pistol, put on the cloak and pocketing the bullets. He ran towards his house and kicked the door in, shooting the first few officers repeatedly, then reloaded. He saw another one shoot in his direction, but the stranger shot him before he could land a hit. He continued into his house, then picked up a large meat cleaver and waited, then threw it at one of the next officers, hitting him square in the forehead.

He then walked over to the last officer, who dropped his gun and backed away.

"Just please! Let me go!"

"Can't risk it." The stranger shot him where he stood. He then picked up the dropped assault rifles and put them in his closet, then dumped the bodies outside. He sighed and looked in the mirror. He smiled at his reflection and combed his hair.

"Gotta look my best. I got a date with the Princess tonight...."

"Bravo team! BRAVO TEAM! COME IN!"

"We've already lost 2 drop squads, Sarge! How many more do we have to lose?!"

"We're not losing any more. We're going to wait until he comes to us."

"But Sarge, he's probably already on his way to Canterlot!"

"Damn it I know! But we can't risk it! We'll wait until he sets foot in Canterlot, then we'll have an assault team take him out."

"Should we get Equestria involved?"

"Yes. Tell Sierra Alpha to get his men on duty. They've got their magic, they can help too."

"Yes sir!"

"I'm going to be down there with them on the front line. I'm not letting this anti through our defence."

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Twilight and her friends ran into the throne room, Sketch close behind.

"We came as soon as we heard!" Twilight said. "Who's trying now?"

"Another Anti. He's ruthless. He's already killed a military drop squad."

"What can we do?" Twilight asked, getting straight to the point.

"I want you to go provide magic and air support for the military. Try to find this anti."

"What's he look like?"

"He's a tall, dark male. His skin is a pinkish white, and he has long dark hair that covers his eyes. Wears black a lot."

"Wait...does he carry around a golden gun?" Sketch asked.

"Yes...how did you know?"

"I know that Anti...."

They all looked at Sketch, who seemed to be anxious.

"He's my brother."