//------------------------------// // An "easy" job part 1 // Story: An equestrian hitpony // by rainbowderp117 //------------------------------// Sharpshooter sighed heavily as he looked out towards the warehouse, it was abandoned years ago and just by having a short glimpse at it you could easily tell it had better days. But Sharpshooter didn't come for sightseeing his target was rumored to be in it and he was going to get paid a formidable amount of bits to him. "Lets get this over with." he whispered to himself as he began to slowly move towards the warehouse. Just so you can get the picture of Sharpshooter's appearance he is a dark blue colt with a brown mane and has just became 20 years old a few days ago, he usually wears a black trench coat with a matching fedora which does a remarkable job at hiding his appearance but makes guards more suspicious of him. He never would have thought in his life he would have been a hitpony until a job had been given to him for an extremely large amount of bits. After murdering what seemed to be an innocent pony Sharpshooter had decided he would never land his hooves against a pony ever again, but then he remembered his low paying job and his depressing Manehatten life and decided to become a hitpony even if he had to end another innocents life. after five assassinations of normal everyday ponies he decided to pursue the big leagues. The amount of bits to murder this pony sounded absurd but he didn't dare question it. Sharpshooter walked around the warehouse expecting to find guards but all he found was the entrance to the building "they told me this would be easy but I didn't know it would be this easy." He thought, It had been said to be an easy job a few thousand bits to get in a building and kill a drug dealer who was a new kid on the block but he had expected at least a guard trying to protect him. "Well you know what they say easy bits easy life" he sighed as he slowly turned the doorknob and inspected the contents of the facility, nothing. The inside was mostly wiped clean and stripped of it's paint because of the highly noticeable rusted walls "nothing but a bunch dust and cobwebs" he said in a depressed tone. "DAMN IT SHOW YOURSELF ALREADY." he yelled but the only sounds audible where silence and the echos of his furious outburst echoing off the walls. He then began to trot towards the office where he was told the target would be hiding. As he gripped the doorknob with his hoof he remembered to unsheathe his sword and out of his rage of boredom decided to kick the door open. The room was pitch black so Sharpshooter had decided to pull out his lantern but what he didn't know was that a pony was right behind him with a sword. "Looks like we have a trespasser." The pony said in a stern voice. Before Sharpshooter could react the pony collided into him sending his sword flying into the air and pulled out a syringe from his gigantic suit of armor. "This is gonna hurt a lot." The pony said with a smirk before he jabbed it into the hitpony's chest. Sharpshooter than collided into the floor, the contents of the syringe made him disoriented and he decided that he needed rest so he immediately shut his eyes. Sharpshooter woke up in a stone cell he felt lightheaded but had managed to get off the cold floor "where am I?" He asked no pony in particular. "Your in the point of your life that you will never forget." Said a distant voice that began giggling evilly. His anger had only doubled from the start of the job and he didn't like being in tight spaces for a long amount of time. "GET ME OUT OF THIS DAMN CELL! " He yelled at the top of his lungs and angrily started punching the bars of the cell which he immediately regretted as he yelled a quiet curse and pulled his now bleeding hoofs back. "Well I can let you out on one condition." The pony said as his figure slowly appeared out of the darkness and his stern face turned into a smirk and said "you work for me." "Why do i have such crappy luck." Sharpshooter whispered to himself before being knocked out by a tranquilizer dart he had not seen poking out from his back. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "So where do you want this new worker to be thrown?" a guard said to the drug dealer named Spark he was currently working for. "Just throw him on the couch i have work for him to do" Spark said while taking a sip from his coffee mug. "Oh, and guard him too I don't want him to leave just yet." "As long as I get paid overtime for guarding this dirty mess." the guard sighed before throwing the pony against the couch like he had been ordered to. A beige colt with a black mane then barged into the room with easily noticeable sweat racing down his face. "Did you capture him?" He quickly asked. "You know me, of course I would he's taking a nap right now." Spark said and after closer inspection of the pony who he now knows as his scout asked "why do you look like you just tried outrunning a pack of timber wolves?" his faced now turning into a concerned expression. "I am so sorry to tell you this sir but the royal guards just found out about our trade routes and are going to attack are caravan!." He said as he slowly stepped towards the door. "Well then." The dealer decided to take another sip from his mug. "I guess our new hitpony has some work to do." He heard a confused voice and then a loud thump coming from the couch. "Oh your awake, perfect timing!"