Equestria Crimes: Fillydelphia

Vinyl pulled up to the abandoned newspaper factory on 6th St. The factory used to hold the place where Fillydelphia’s newspapers were printed. But Fillydelphia stopped their local paper after Equestria Daily arrived in the city and other places like, Baltimare and Las Pegasus.

She pulled the intercom from her dashboard toward herself and put pressure down on a button on the side with her magic and said, “Dispatch, This is detective Scratch, 10-20: I’m at 35 6th St. Have units standing by, over.”

The intercom crackled a bit before another voice came over it, “Roger that detective. We’ve had multiple reports of gunfire coming from the facility, so proceed with caution, over.”

“10-4.” Vinyl put the intercom back on the dashboard and exited here vehicle. Her car wasn’t anything fancy, just a 2012 Silverwing she’s borrowing from the company. It was colored completely black.

She approached the old building, looking at the old bricks and boarded up windows which were smashed under the wooden planks. Vinyl could see why Green chose this place for a new safe house. She went around the building to a door up a tiny staircase.

“This is detective Scratch, I’m about to enter the safe house. Have units ready to raid the place, over.”

“10-4. Proceed with caution.” The radio crackled.

Vinyl toke a deep breath and pushed open the door. The door leads her to a hallway with some of Green’s grunts inside. Some of them were talking back and forth when they looked up to see her. Two were sitting on a couch. One of them, who was taking a bong hit, looked up to stare at her with red eyes and a weird expression. One of the ponies stopped her.

“Hey, where do you think you’re go-“

Vinyl cut him off. “I’m Vinyl Scratch. I’m supposed to meet with Greenback.”

The pony looked at her suspiciously and let her go. The other ponies still looked at her. Vinyl felt a little uncomfortable while walking down the hallway. Not nervous, uncomfortable. Yet, her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, she could hear it. Voices could be heard from the hallway that seemed to go on forever, even though it was really short. She turned the corner to see a widescreen TV and a game system set up with it. Two ponies were sitting on the ground playing a sports game. Another pony, a Unicorn, was sitting on the couch watching them.

“Hey boss, you want a go?” one of them asked, motioning the controller towards him.

“Naw man,” he replied.

The other pony chuckled. “Ha! You jus’ suck at the game, boss.”

“Hey man, shut the hell up,” he snapped.

“Still as stupid and mean as ever, eh Greenback?” Vinyl asked, alerting the three ponies. The two playing the game stood up and pulled their guns out.

“Well, if it isn’t Vinyl Scratch!” Greenback laughed and looked back at the others. “Relax, she’s my niece.” He turned back to face Vinyl. “So, did yah finally come around?”

“I’m actually here on official business,” Vinyl said, pulling out her police badge. She held it up with her magic so Greenback could see. The badge read “FPD” for “Fillydelphia Police Department.”

The other two ponies pointed their pistols at her. Greenback signaled them to lower their weapons, so they did what they were told.

“So listen Greenback-“

“Hey, what happened to calling me ‘Uncle Greenback?’” he asked, putting a hoof on her shoulder. She shrugged it off.

“Where’s Robin Green?” she demanded.

Greenback shrugged. “Hell, I don’t know. He left early this morning.”

“When? Where?”

“I dunno.”

Vinyl pulled her gun up to Greenback’s forehead. The two ponies once again raised their weapons and pointed them in her direction. “You do know, so tell me!” She was growing impatient.

“So this is how it is, huh? After all I’ve done for you. I practically raised you!!”

“Well, you did a crap job at doing so,” Vinyl protested. She nudged the gun closer to his head so it poked him, “Now tell me: where is Robin Green!?”

Greenback didn’t say a word. His anger was growing inside of him. He suddenly slapped the gun out of Vinyl’s magic’s grasp and it slid across the floor and Greenback pushed her down to the floor.

“Kill her!” he shouted.

The two ponies open fired and Vinyl rolled behind the couch to take cover from the flying bullets.

“11-99! This is officer Scratch! I’m currently under fire,” she cried.

The radio hidden on the inside collar of her hoodie crackled. “10-4 detective, we’re moving in,” then it crackled out.

Vinyl didn’t have much of a choice, so she pulled the pistol towards her, loaded it and prepared herself for a gunfight. She looked over the top of the couch and the two ponies started to open fire again. She immediately ducked and the stuffing from the couch flew up in the sir. She toke a deep breath and stood up and shot off two bullets, both connecting with here foes. They fell back, one going through the TV, getting electrocuted. She looked around the room.

“Dammit, where’d he go?” she mumbled to herself, wondering where Greenback retreated to.

She noticed the ponies in the previous hallway running down towards her. “Oh crap.” She ran into the door on the other side of the room which lead her to a curving flight of stairs going up and down.

“He probably went down stairs,” Vinyl guessed. She ran down, gun ready and herself ready for whatever defence Greenback threw at her. She was also looking up the stairs to see if the other ponies were coming. They luckily weren’t.

When Vinyl made it all the way down, she encountered a door. It was slightly open and she heard familiar shouting coming from it. She loaded her pistol and burst through the door, seeing three ponies out in the open. She open fired on them and each one dropped like a sack of potatoes. The room was big and held big squares of money in Equestrian dollars wrapped in plastic and stacked on top of each other. There were probably thousands of dollars in this one rom. The room was most likely used as the place to print out the newspapers for Fillydelphia back then.

Vinyl immediately toke cover behind a giant stacked pile. She peaked around the corner to see where the rest were. A bullet hit the side of the money stack just centimeters away from her face. She returned to her position and decided to look around the other corner. She peered around it and saw one of Greenback’s men talking with him. Greenback noticed her and yelled, “There she is! Get rid of her!”

Vinyl immediately toke a shot and the pony fell to the ground before he had a chance to shoot. Vinyl then shot at Greenback, who was running through a door in the back of the room, but she missed and hit the wall beside him. She dashed and slid behind another square pile of money for cover. Her targets other were visible and she started to shoot. She hit one in the shoulder and he fell to the ground with a yelp of pain and holding his shoulder. She missed the others. She shot off more bullets and this time they made impact, one in the chest and the other’s forearm.

She made her way down to the door as she noticed that there were no more grunts to slow her down. Loading her pistol, she got ready for another wave of Green Hummingbirds coming her way. She burst through the door and came in contact with two other ponies open firing at her. Each bullet missed and Vinyl shot off her gun and hit them. They fell to the ground, dead from being shot in the chest.

Vinyl noticed there were no more of the gang members left. All there was was a blue dumpster at the very end of the small room. She walked over to it, opened it with her pistol ready and saw Greenback cowering in it with the garbage bags and whatever was in it.

“My father gave you everything,” Vinyl said, holding her gun the dumpster lid up with her magic, “and you tried to kill him.”

“H-hey now,” Greenback started, “He-he betrayed us! Gave out all our secrets to the other gangs. We had no other choice, he was a mole!”

Behind Vinyl, one of the gang members struggled to stand, and when he regained some balance, he picked up his pistol and aimed for her head. Vinyl was oblivious. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he was shot in the head. Vinyl immediately looked behind her and was in shock to see the pony fall to the ground with a bullet wound in the back of his head. She looked down to the door and saw a Pegasus with a red coat and brown mane and tail and two other Earth Ponies, both in blue police uniforms standing there looking around the room, guns drawn. The Pegasus stared at Vinyl with a pleased look on her face.

“You did well, detective,” she said, looking down upon her victim.

Vinyl sighed with relief. “Lieutenant Scarlet.” She smiled.

“Oh my, oh my, what have you done?” Scarlet asked, walking down to the dumpster which still held Greenback. She stopped in front of Vinyl.

“It’s about friggin’ time you got here,” Vinyl scolded.

“Sorry we delayed, those buggers out back were waiting for us,” Scarlet explained.

“Or probably waiting for me,” Vinyl suggested.

Scarlet looked down at Greenback, who was sitting in last night’s pizza and now had his front hooves up in the air, waiting to be arrested.

“They’re pretty pathetic, aren’t they?” Scarlet looked over to Vinyl who was looking off toward the door.

“Yeah… pathetic,” she agreed thoughtfully.

Scarlet chuckled and patted Vinyl on the shoulder. “Go out back, detective. Haybale wants to see yah. We’ll take everything from here.”

Vinyl nodded and exited the room. Scarlet told the two uniformed police ponies to call for the ER to come pick up the bodies.

The next room over was filled with police officers, detectives and ponies from the ER, escorting the Green Hummingbirds gang members out of the building and collecting the giant stacks of money that filled the room and any other evidence they found. Other grunts were being pulled out on stretchers. The chief saw her walking along and he approached her.

“Hey, detective,” he said.

She turned to him. “Oh, hey chief, I was lookin’ for yah.”

“I’ve come by to say congratulations on catching your ‘dumbass’,” he started, “and I need you to come back to the precinct.”

Vinyl was confused. “What? Why?”

Haybale shook his head slowly and tried to explain it to her, “No, no, no, nothin’ bad, it actually has something to do with the three major crime syndicates we’re trying to track down.”

“Look, you gonna tell me or not?”

“Just c’mon. There’s somepony I want you to meet.”