>Day "Holy Rising Hemlines" In Canterlot High
>It was a glorious night to be on the look out
>Jumping across the rooftops of the dimly lit city below always gave you a sense of pride in your work
>With each step you took, you felt your entire body surge with energy
>As you leaped across; the roof gave no friction mostly due to the rainfall earlier today
>Nevertheless you took the chance and soared through the air
>Everything around you slowed, you immersed yourself to the moment
>The smell of beef sizzling down below at the local Burgerphile, the neon fluorescence of the Red Light District corner stores and the moist touch of the air from the newly wet city    
>From a mortal's view, it would all seem like a shaggy old run down part of town where crime ran rampant
>But to you, it was your personal playground
>And it was time for you to have some fun
 
>You land with a thud
>Crashing ass first onto the concrete roof
>A month into this gig and you still have landing issues
>Well the roof was wet, i guess that could be excusable
>You get up and wipe the dirt covering your suit
>More like clothes
>You have to remind yourself to buy a sleeker outfit than old Army surplus gear borrowed from Pinkie
>But what did you expect once deciding to do this stint in the first place
>Taking out your phone you check your location with the GPS on it
>'26th Sean Bell Ave'
>Yep, this is the place
>I just hope that insider tip wasnt bluffing when they said there was some shady business action happening in this region
>Well than again i am in the Red Light District there's shady shit everywhere
>Carefully running towards the edge you kneel down and take a good look at your surroundings
>It was a four story storage building, all rundown with graffiti splattered everywhere. The roads near it were worn out and trash ruled the sidewalks
>There were a couple guys to the left, 8 guys to the right, a few of them on the roof
>I guess that guy was right after all, i wonder what their doing with so much security surrounding the place
>You spot a rather broken window on the third level
>Over looking your options you decide to take the chance
 
>Running to the other side of the roof you climbed down using the fire escape
>You slowly ran towards the front of the building
>Hiding behind a rather large pile of trash, you observe the patterns of the guards present
>At this position you get a better look at them
>Tall brooding men dressed in all black with white opera masks on
>They all seem to carry what seemed to be a modified AK-47, its hard to tell from this distance
>It would appear that every time a guy on the roof leaves his place; a guy on the ground covers for him
>Though the amount seems to vary
>You decided to pounce when two guards come into view when they take the place of a roof shooter
>Gotta wait till two of them come out first
-10 minutes later-
>Finally!
>Stretching your shoulders a bit, you wait for the perfect moment to act
>When both guards have their sights away from your direction, you throw a rubber ball from your belt at a trash bag near them
>When the impact is made, both guards turn towards the disturbance
>You immediately lunge at them
>Before they could respond, you were up in the air
>You grab both their heads and smacked them against each other with a satisfying crunch
>You land behind them and catch there fall
>Wouldn't want any loud noises do we
>Laying them down gently; you quickly climb towards the window
>To your luck, it isnt locked
>You open it and take a quick peak
>Nothing more than an abandoned office room
>Satisfied with your outcome so far, you return to the unconscious goons
>One by one you climb and shove each of them in the window
>Once the last one is up you enter yourself and close the window behind
>Using some zip-ties, duck tape and their own socks; you tie them up
>With there masks off they looked rather normal
>Stripping them of all there gear, even there clothes
>You decide to put them on yourself
 
>A tad too big for comfort
>At least you could wear them over your usual clothes
>After putting the clothes on, you decide to take one of there pistols with ammunition, both leg knifes and a walkie talkie with holsters of course
>Finished, you take a better look at the office space around you
>You notice a rather large air-duct in the corner of the room
>Running towards it and you rip off the cover
>Seems pretty wide
>This place is a lot older than you thought it was
>You return to the goons and hide them under a rotting desk
>Removing your beanie, you place the opera mask on; covering you top half with a black hoodie
>Gotta do this quick before they notice the two missing
>You enter the vent and place the cover on forcibly
 
*COUGH* *COUGH*
"So much Faust damn dust!"
*COUGH*
>You lift your mask and grab a handkerchief stored in your belt
>Tying it around your face, you put the mask back on and reach for a flashlight
>Turing it on, you begin to head down the dust plagued shaft
"Yuck! It smells like Brad's dirty gym shorts!"
>You say in a murmur
>He'd probably feel right at home, if he were here
>Like hell you'd bring him! By now if he did come you'd probably be captured by now
>After taking a couple turns deep within the ventilation system, you spot a opening leading out into the hallway
>Distancing yourself from the entrance, you decide to tune into there radio to see if you can get an idea where the main event is taking place
*-----------------------------------------------*
>Static so far
>Odd, you think by now they'd notice there missing lackeys
*YAWN*
>Man you're tired
*SCHZ---ll avai-zzzz-ble units----*
"Well speak of the devil."
>You shuffle the device around to find a clearer connection
*Everyone Tobby and Mac are gone! I repeat TOBBY-AND-MAC ARE GONE*
>Who the hell calls their kid Toby? Huh, no wonder he ended up the way he is
*Send five additional guys to the front, someone tell Caballeron and his men to comb the upper levels of the building.*
>Great company
*-BEEP-Hey Mac, boss says they're moving the meetin to one of dem offices in the E wing. I think the room was 248, i dont know; its the one with a shit ton of people around it.-BEEP-*
*Thanks for the update, i'll tell the others now*
*CLICK*
>Satisfied, you turn the device off
"....hrmmmmmm well i was just in an office...."
>Lets see, there's a group led by this Caballeron guy hunting around the hallways. I was just in an office but im going to need to check whether im still in the E wing or not
>You inch slowly towards the opening
>Hovering over it; you standstill attempting to hear anyone around the area or not
>Nothing
 
"Alright Street Stinger, just open the hatch, drop down, check a door or something and jump right back into the vent"
>Simple enough
"Now where's that screw driver?"
>You rummage around your belt
"Lets see zip-ties, duck tape, pepper spray, bubble gum, pistol, talkie, ammo, cell, rape whistle, hammer, kni-errrrr....Rape whistle?"
>Why the hell did you bring a Rape whistle?
"..........."
>Oh forget it! You have things to do.
"It has to be here somewhere...errrr..."
>You rummage some more but no screwdriver
"Well shoot."
>You look over to the hatch
>Orange spots cover the entirety of it, while the hinges have rusted altogether
>You could rip it off, given how easily it was the first time
>But will it make a loud noise
>At any moment those goons could be around here, one little creek could attract a horde
>And how are you going to re-cover the vent if they come
>Its a dead give away
>Maybe if you bend it a certain way, then it could at least cover the opening
>Its all or nothing man, gotta make a choice pronto
"Ughhhhhh....Fuck it!"
>You move towards the hatch
>You pause to hear anyone coming
>Nothing again
>Just your luck
>One by one you carefully break each hinge with one hand, while holding the hatch with the other
>After the last one, you grab the hatch and begin observe how on earth you're going to put it back on
"So if I bend it this way...... no that wont work, how about....nah, well it is pretty dark down there."
>Common man you needed this done by yesterday
"Ugh!"
>You begin to take the black hoodie off from the guard before and checked to see if it was large enough to cover the opening
>Just barely
>Well it's the only option you have
>You position yourself as you begin to drop down to the hallway floor
*THUD*
>Shoot
>You look towards the back of you, then to the front
>Standing still, you listen one final time for any noises
>Nothing
"Perfect."
>You grab your flashlight and head towards the nearest door
"184"
>Crap
 
>To further confirm your doubt
>As you walked towards the end of the hall, an elevator was there with symbols pointing where each wing was
>The first two floors were reserved for storage, wings A through D were on the floor you're currently on; while E through H were on the floor right above
*Sigh*
>Isnt this peachy
>Well if the elevator is here, then the stairs have to be close by
>Its a good %50 chance there are guards roaming around there
>Even if i make it to the floor, there's probably a mass of goons waiting in the hall
>I could go out a window and climb to the floor but the chance of being spotted is pretty high
>Decisions, decisions how i hate thee
>Maybe i should go back to the vent and try to see if its connected som-
*Footsteps*
>"Fer fuck sake! Tell Fat Mike to hurry his ass up we dont got all day!"
>"Im not fat! These fucking clothes are baggy as hell!"
>"Yah, baggy like yer mum!"
>"I swear after we're done with this and get paid for this shit! Im gonna beat the shit outta you Peter!"
>"Id like ta see those chubby fingers try ta touch me, the worse thing you could do to anyone here is sit on dem!"
>"ALRIGHT THAT IS IT!"
>The fat one throws down his weapon and tackles his partner
>He starts repeatedly punching him in a furry of rage while his victim continues to mock him
>"IS THAT THA BEST YOU COULD DO BUYO! I'VE SEEN MORE ACTION IN HORSE FUCKING BACK IN IRELAND!"
>The slimmer one under the beast gets a quick jab at his face, he then proceeds to kick the fat guy off
>Once up, he starts to kick the fat guy into a corner
>"HUH! WHAT'S WRONG BUYO DONT LIKE IT WHEN YA GET YER ROLLS ALL TENDERIZED? THEN YA SHOULDNT HAVE PLAYED THE MICKEY WITH ME CUNT!"
>"Both of ya! Stop it or else non of ya are gettin paid!"
>"OH JUST A FEW MORE MINUTES BOSS! LOOK AT HIM HE'S SQEALIN LIKE A PIG!"
>"NO! Peter off now!"
>The one called Peter ceases while mumbling some insults under his tongue
 
>"The last thing i need now is a couple of shit heads makin a mess around here! For Pete's sake if a intruder was even in here, he would have heard your shit from a mil-GAHHHH!!"
>The leader of the two falls down
>The back of his head was now covered in blood as a fairly rusty hammer falls next to him
>Shocked; before Peter could respond to the scene, you lunge at the goon
>Tackling him to the ground, you grab his head and regain your posture as you smash the goon's face through the sheetrock wall
>Making sure the goon was out, you fail to realize the actions of the fat one
>"Third floor, D wing, h-he killed both of them! Send every-GAHHHHH!"
>He drops his radio as you grab the guy by the neck
>"P-Please d-dont hurt me! I've got a wife and kids!"
"Yeah yeah and so does every other crook in this city."
>You lift the guy and smack him against the wall
>"I-I'll tell you anything you want, I-I swear it!
>Considering your cover is blown and the guards should be coming in at any moment; you decide to bail on the mission
>But not before getting some shit from the fat fuck that ratted you out
>You grab some homemade smoke bombs
>Thank you Twilight
>And an electric lighter from your belt with your free hand
"I'll make it quick! Who do you work for! Whats this deal happening today!"
>You intensify your grip, as he struggles to speak
>"GAHHH-CATRINA, THE CRAZY CAT THING!"
>You press harder
>"UGHH-DEALING WITH SOME SORT OF ROCKS WITH THE DIAMOND-"
*Ding*
>The sound of the elevator opening disrupts the lovely conversation you were having with Fat Mike here
>With out hesitation you grab the goon and throw him at the guards hurrying out of the door
>Faster than Rainbow Dash on speed
>You hightail it down the hall throwing the lit bombs behind in your dust
>They explode in a series of rainbow colors
>You head towards the ventilation shaft you first came through but decided against it at the last moment
>It would be a death trap in there
 
>You run towards various office doors in the vain of finding one unlocked
"Nope"
>Next
"Nothing"
>The next
"Nuh-uh"
>The 5th one down
"Faust Almighty!"
>In your panic, the guards disoriented by the rainbow colored fumes have begun firing there weapons
*TAKKKA-TAKKKA-TAKKKA*
"CRAP!"
>You dolphin dive towards the floor to escape the hot-lead heading your way
>The smog of spectrum hues slowly inches its way carrying the gunmen in your direction
(Ahh-ahhhh, shoot what to do, what to do!)
>In a last ditch effort, you roll towards the nearest door and break its frame
>Upon entering the room, you grab the nearest piece of furniture around. A potted plant
>You close the door and place the plant in front of it to keep it from opening easily
>Jumping over the desk in front, you hide behind it
>You take out the pistol you stole previously as a precautionary measure
(Its dark and smokey out there, with any luck they'll miss the damaged door or ignore it considering how old this building is)
>The gunfire dies down, as the gunmen outside begin to argue
>"Sheeeeet! *COUGH*Douche! You shot me!"
>"Oh butter up cupcake, its only a flesh wound.*COUGH* Damn this smoke! Cant see a damn thing!"
>"Butter up my ass! Get a fucking medic im bleeding out here!"
>"You'll live.*COUGH*"
>"One of you call in to have the vents turned on, *COUGH* cant do shit in this smoke!"
>"Power lines are dead! They cant do shit!"
>"Fuck! I say bust each and every door open and break the damn windows*COUGH*if you find any! If anything moves shoot the shit out of it!"
>Your eyes widen, realizing your bound to get caught
>One by one you hear them kicking random doors open and the sound of shattering glass
>You grip your gun tighter as the sounds seem to approach
 
(What a great plan Norman! Sure is going swell, who needs help when you can go and punch your way through all your problems!)
>Shut it Mind! Im trying my best here!
>Okay you've got three options here
>Option A: You break out, guns a blazing and try to escape
>Option B: You go to the vent right in the corner and try to make it to the fourth floor
>Option C: Go through the window and hang on the ledge until the close is clear
(Ooooooh so little options, so little time!)
>Well i already affirmed my bailing of this mission soooooo......
"Ugh, i cant believe im doing this!"
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*SMASH*
>"HEREEEEEEE'S JOHNY!"
>The door flies open as one of the masked goons sees the area present to him
>"I thought your name was Fred?"
>"Oh shut it Phil, you know jack!"
>The guard before raises his weapon as he fires randomly into the room, shattering the window in the process
*TAKKKA-TAKKKA-TAKKKA Tsssssssssss........*
>After finishing two more rounds, the two guards head inside to see whether they hit anything of value
>"Anything?"
>"Nope, how about you?"
>"I wouldnt be asking you if i already knew where the intruder was, half-wit!
>"Geez, alright then!"
>"Phil check the window, see if he jumped or something?"
>The guard walk towards the window
>He sticks his head out and checks below whether anything was there
>Unbeknownst to him, you were right above pressing your body up against the aged promotional sign of the once used storage facility
>"Nothing out here either."
>You reluctantly pulls back his head as you give a sigh of relief
 
>Pushing against the aged sign
>You shimmy your way to the top of it
>Creeks and other noises are made as you carefully pull yourself up
(Alright where to now genius?)
>Well cant go down, there's too many of them
>Cant go in, there hunting for me
>I could go up but do i really have a chance against a sniper bullet
>The nearest building is too far way to jump
"Faust, this wasnt suppose to end like this."
>You slump down against the sign, sitting on the support beam
*CREEEEEEK* *THUD*
"WO-WOOOOAH!"
>Your suddenly jolted as the beam starts to bend, the whole structure itself starts to lean forward
>Instinctively you grab onto the sign not wanting to fall
>It stops
>Still clutching onto it, you peer over the source of the sound
>It appears the rusted old bolts keeping the support beam in place, are finally breaking off
"Shoot maybe i should get off of this thing, dont want it falling and...."
>You stop as a devious idea begins to form in your head
>Grinning at your new found plan, you look to see if you had any smoke bombs left and if you remembered to bring your sling shot
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>A guard enters a room where a cloaked figure is patiently counting a number of gold coins
>His eyes imminently looks towards the pair of furred clawed hands fiddling with the coins
>"What is it!"
>She says in a threatening manner
>The guard breaking his gaze begins to respond
>"Mistress, i bring urgent news! Reports of an intruder are circling and there was a mild scuffle on the third floor!"
>"Did they kill him?"
>"Well no, we found six of our men incapacitated. He had some sort of smoke bombs and by th-"
*BAM*
>She smashes her hand on to the table knocking over a stack of coins
"TYPICAL!"
>She begins to rise from her seat, the guard takes a step back looking in fear at her amazonian like stature
>"I'VE HIRED NOTHING BUT A BUNCH OF BUSHWOOLIES, GET CABALLERON AND HIS ASS UP HERE!"
 
>"W-what should we do about the Diamond Dogs my Mistress?"
>The guard said, visibly shaken by her outburst
>"YOU! Nothing, i'll handle the Dogs myself. The last thing we need is for them abandoning the deal due to this scoundrel!"
>She approaches the guard with her inhuman eyes staring him down
>They were bright yellow orbs with a tint of an orange hue resting upon the edges
>Pitch black slits kept there gaze upon the guard as she made her way to him
>The guard grips his weapon tighter.
>A feeling of unease takes over as he is lost in her gaze
>"WELL! What are you waiting for! GO!"
>Snapping out of his trance, he turns for the door and with difficulty opens it
>He runs down to tell his superior the order
>"A bunch of good for nothing Bushwoolies, those drunken Dragon idiots could've done a better job."
>The cloaked figure continues to mumble under her breath as she returns to the coins
>Pulling a sack under her robe, she begins to shove all the coins into it
>She then heads towards a near by open chest filled with similar sacks
>Throwing the coins in and closing it, she returns to the table and grabs a small vile containing a vomit green mixture
>"Just a little bit more, i'll soon have enough to last a month."
 
>Sighing she removes the cork and takes a quick swig
>Throwing the empty vile, her body begins to shake
>Grabbing hold on to the table she tries to maintain her balance
>"GRRRRRRRRAHHHHHHHHH!"
>Her muscles start to contract violently as they begin to bulge out of proportion tearing the robe
>Soon what appears to be a tail begins to emerge
>Her hands and feet begin to swell as they turn more pawish
>Her face starts contorting as the lower half begins to bend outward
>Her teeth begin to fall out as a new set quickly replaced it, sharper than the previous pair
>Her ears begin to elongate towards the top of her head
>Fur begins to grow everywhere as her regular hair grows thicker and longer
>Sickening snaps are heard from her legs causing her to drop on all four limbs
>Cracks are heard from her body as her spine begins to grow and expand
>Giving its last resistance the robe finally rips apart, as the now decloaked figure stands on its hind legs
"Prrrrrrrrrrrrr...."
>Purring as a euphoric high sets in, she stretches her now fur coated body
*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
>"Mistress we heard some noises coming from here, are you okay?"
>Before she could respond the door opens
>Two guards step in but suddenly are frozen in place as they look upon the monster in front of them
>Standing there was some sort of anthropomorphic cat creature, beating the intruders down with its demonic gaze
>"RGET OURRT!"
>She yelled as the two guards quickly shut the door and ran back to there positions
 
>"Mongrels"
>With the moment now ruined, she heads towards a coat rack near the far corner of the room
>Pulling a robe off, she covers herself and prominently leaves the room with the chest
"YOU TWO!"
>She yells at the two guards from before
>"Carry this for me!"
>"YES MISTRESS!"
>Still visibly shaken they take the chest and follow their boss, though a few good steps away from her
>Walking down the corridor she heads towards the room containing The Dogs
>The Diamond Dogs, the last group she'd ever want to do business with
>Nothing more than a bunch meth crazed lunatics stealing a variety of rocks, gems and metals to pay for their addiction
>Well that was until SHE came
>A rather mysterious individual indeed, out of nowhere she reformed the entire gang and made them a legitimate operation
>Literally blew the whole system out of the water
>But at least they had brought in a new source of that wonderful dark crystal
"One month supply, hmmmmmm yeah."
>The cloaked figure muttered as she approached the room
>As she made her presence, the surrounding guards quickly took a military like stance to greet their employer
>"At ease."
>They open the door to let the cloaked figure in with her lackeys
>There she was the Diamond Queen, next to her were her personal guards
>A bunch of gray skinned mongoloids, they were as ugly as ever
>Cladded with chest plates and helmets made out of a rare metal
>Approaching the cloaked figure they lead her to her seat and grabbed the chest from her men
>Opening it they begin to count the coins within the sacks
>"Soooo, what's this of an intruder?"
>The cloak figured turned behind her to see a light skinned French looking man with a 5 O'clock shadow and hair pulled back stepping out of the darkened corner
>He carried a Spaz-12 shotgun behind his back and wore bounty hunterish attire
>"Where the hell were you!"
>She irritably said
 
>"Well my little pussy cat, since that little scare back in the third floor; the Queen personally messaged me to stand guard here as my crew went to look for your little mouse problem."
>"DID YOU KILL IT!"
>Caballeron pulled a chair next to the table and sat down with the two women
>"Not yet, but there is nothing to worry about Catrina. At this moment my crew is searching every nook and cranny of this building, but enough about me mademoiselle i believe your visitor has waited long enough."
>Catrina took her gaze off of Caballeron for a moment to look at the Queen
>She sat there gazing at the both of them, her white owl mask blocking any sort of facial feature; only her eyes stood out
>Dead blue eyes staring blankly at them, everything about her seemed lifeless
>She wore a washed out dark blue suit, black shoes, black shirt, black gloves
>The only thing that stuck out were her eyes, her grey painted skin, her fakeish looking grey hair and a fairly large red diamond hanging around her neck
>Catrina returned her attention to Caballeron
>"Better be!"
>She then turns back to the Queen, pulling her hood down to show she means business
>The Queen in turn is un phased by Catrina's form
>"Sorry about those interruptions, they wont happen again. So lets get down business; i've brought my half of the bargain as you could see by your men fiddling with my chest-"
>The Queen takes a glance towards her guards as they continue to examine the coins
>"-so i'd like to see your half Queenie."
>Returning her glance at Catrina; she snaps her fingers as one of her guards puts a briefcase onto the table
>Hesitantly Catrina takes a hold of the case and opens it
 
>Her pupils dilate at whats presented in front of her
>Four small glass cases containing the final ingredient
>The Crystals
>Black to the core with a mesh of red near the top
>They were clear to see through with a recognizable purple hue covering the entirety of it
>There hidden properties if used correctly showed a remarkable reaction
>But the amount of them have been deceasing significantly as rumors of a higher power have been buying it all in bulk
>Even rumors of the military sprung up, as more and more buyers began to emerge
>Grinning like a schoolgirl; Catrina closes the case laughing
>"HA HA HA! Queenie you've out done yourself once again!"
>She takes the case and puts it aside on the floor
>"I can always count on you, Queenie whenever i need the most lucrative of product you always have it with you!"
>The Queen says nothing
>"Now with that out of the way, how about we talk about future purchases hmmmmm yeah?"
>Pulling out a Mystery Masterpiece fountain pen, she snaps her fingers and one of her guards hands her a paper flash card
>She scribbles something down and hands it to Catrina
>Catrina grabs the card and reads it
>"Due to-*mumble**mumble* leads to double the original worth........"
>She looks up to the Queen
>"DOUBLE THE PRICE! AFTER BEING THIS LOYAL TO YOU, WHAT ARE YOU RUNNING HERE!"
>Catrina gets up from her chair visible annoyed
>The Diamond guards pull there weapons out at the enraged creature
>Caballeron simply yawns and slumps in his chair
>The Queen lifts her hand signaling them to step down
>They do
>Snapping twice a guard hands her two flash cards
>She writes again and hands it to Catrina
>Catrina reads aloud
>"My apologies but the situation at hand has become difficult. I understand that you're conflicted and you've shown to be a loyal customer but the price is as low as we're willing to go. Unless you've can do us a favor."
>She sits down and looks suspiciously at the Queen
>"What favor?"