This is what we do Chapter 13
By Foxgear
Adagio sat across from Mac, the lights low, a lit candle on the table between them with a vase of roses against the wall of their booth. She stares at her menu, her nails painted a majestic purple, her hair styled and pulled into a loose ponytail that hung off the side of her shoulder. She was even wearing makeup, a little blush and eyeshadow, she didn’t need anything more than that. She wiggles, adjusting her black strapless dress, her purple petite coat discarded in the open space of the booth. Peeking over the section of Indonesian morsels she admires her husband, his winter beard shaved, his fiery orange hair trimmed into a crew cut, and his tailored black suit curving around every muscle. He was by far the most appetizing thing in the entire restaurant.
“You didn’t have to do this. You still have so much more work to do.” She said feeling a bit guilty about Mac taking time away from the harvest to treat her to the night out on the town. Another side of her completely relished it as it showed how important she was to him.
Mac waves off her concerns, “It’s Sunday, we got what we could get done today. Why not take you out? Besides, it’s nice to get off the farm every once in a while. I don’t think I’ve been more two miles away from the yard these past few weeks. I was feeling a little restless myself, to be honest.”
She smiles, taking his hand, “I still appreciated it. Let it never be said you don’t know how to treat a lady.” She elegantly chuckles adding to the lady bit. “And let it never be known that I don’t know how to find a gentleman. For I have found the very best in the world!” Adagio says imitating the tone and voice of an aristocratic woman. Her smile threatens to split her face as Mac’s cheeks turn a flaming red as he hides his face behind his menu.
“If you expect me to match that, then you are mistaken my dear,” He said begrudgingly in a half southern/aristocratically tone. The whole thing coming out as a first-time actor saying his lines. Further fueling Adagio’s laughter.
“That was terrible. But thank you for trying, maybe you can try out for the Christmas play this year. I think we would make a wonderful Merry and Joseph. I’m sure with some practice you can get the role.” Mac grumbles something unintelligent behind his menu, just in time for Saffron to appear to take their order.
“Hello! I have your drinks here, are you ready to order? Or do you need more time?”
Mac coughs, “Um yes… I’ll have… a… this thing…”
Saffron smiles as she leans over to look at the picture Mac’s finger was indicating, “Khorkhog, yes?” Mac nods. “Ah, good choice! A very tasty lamb for a big strong man! I sure you enjoy. Now for the lady?”
“Oh yes, I’ll have…Budaatai khuurga? Is that how you say that? The rice, meat, and veggies here.” Adagio points to the item in question, her cheeks flush as Mac smirks across the table. “Oh, wipe that grin off, you didn’t do much better.”
Mac still smirking says, “Yee nope.” Which only further vexed her. Because she knew he was teasing her.
Saffron stilling smiling, takes a step back from the couple and bows, “I will have these ready shortly. If there is anything else, please ask any of the staff for assistance and thank you for choosing Saffron’s.”
“Ugh, we just made it awkward for her.” Adagio sighs slumping in her seat. “This is probably why we don’t go on a lot of classy dates, huh.”
Mac chuckles, “I’m sure Saffron is used to it. Still, I suppose we could act a bit more mature. You could start by not touching me with your foot under the table.”
“Oh, you really want me to stop?” Adagio replies cutely with big kitten eyes.
He rests his elbows on the table, looking deep in thought as Adagio continues to run her dainty toes up his leg. “Hmm… can’t say I do.” Adagio laughs hard, snorting even, as she covers her mouth with her hand to keep from disturbing the other customers.
“Oh, sweet Celestia, I think I’ve corrupted you!”
“Maybe just a little.”
They share a laugh. The mood settling into confrontable warmth as they discuss various thing. From TV show’s Adagio’s watched to Mac’s sports. Eventually, their meals came and they continue to chatter between bites.
“So…” Adagio began scooping up a spoon of rice.
“So… what?” Mac replies spearing a piece of lamb with his fork.
“About names…”
He paused in his chewing, looking annoyed as he swallows, “Has Granny been bugging you about that again? I told her to stop…”
“No, no… ok yes, but we never talk about it. I don’t want anything concert, just whatever is on your mind. Boy or girl I don’t care, just spit it out and I’ll do the same.”
“Oh! Your finally picking names!” An excited voice said behind them. The couple looks up to the see purple curl of Rarity’s hair as she leans over the booth barrier. Biting her lip to contain the waterfall of things she wanted to say, but was being polite by not saying them.
“Um… yes…” Adagio said looking around the corner of the other booth. “Are you the only one here? Or is the whole gang spying on us?”
Rarity laughs embarrassingly, “Oh, no, just me. I like to come here… often.”
“She’s our number one customer,” Lyra dressed in a waitress outfit says as she passes by. Furtherly piling on the fashionista’s embarrassment.
“Yes, very often, but that’s beside the point! May I place a few suggestions? Please!” Rarity begs, making the couple look beside themselves.
“Um… I guess, but I’d rather…”
“Excellent!” Rarity says switching booths and planting herself right next to Adagio. The siren quickly hooks her leg around Mac’s, stopping sort of she-demoning out and attacking Rarity outright. She did leave a few claw marks on the table though.
(We’ll leave a big tip.)
“Ok, now I’ve written down a few names that mix well with both music and apples, that way you can appease Granny Smith.” Rarity produces a small notebook. Adagio leans over to see at least two pages of names filled out. “First up is Andante Apple or Apple Andante, followed by Crescendo Apple, Apple Forte, AppleKey, those are the musical ones. Next, we have Gravenstein, Spartan, Belle de Boskoop, Wolf River, HoneyGold, and…”
“Rarity!” Adagio said abruptly. “Thank you, but that’s enough. It’s my kid and I haven’t even thought of that many names!”
Rarity embarrassingly closes her notebook, “Right, sorry. I lost myself there for a moment. Sorry for interrupting your date, I should have known better. I’ll take my leave. Have a good night.”
The couple silently watches the fashionista pay her bill and leave. Adagio sighing loudly as she rests her head on her hands. “Your sister’s friends are all so exhausting! How does she keep up with them?”
“Applejack does try to rein them in, but she does get a little out of hand herself sometimes.” Mac chuckles thinking back to his past experiences with the girls. “So, any keepers in that long list of hers?”
“Well… I like Crescendo, Andante, and Key. Their last names already going to be Apple, I don’t get why Granny Smith is so dead set on every Apple being named after an Apple!”
“Granny is a bit traditional, still Honey Gold isn’t bad for a girl and Spartan would be a good boy’s name,” Mac said thoughtfully.
“Well… at least they’re not obvious Apple names.” Adagio laments. She wasn’t against naming her children after apples, she just didn’t like being all but forced too. Mac takes her hand, gently stroking her palm as he smiles.
“We still have plenty of time to choose. Don’t worry about it and don’t worry about Granny. She’ll just have to deal with it if we don’t name them after an apple.”
“What if we use a pear based name?”
“She’d probably disown us.” He laughs. Looking at his watch he looks around for Saffron. “hmm… I thought our check would be ready by now.”
“I’m sure Saffron is just busy. Now let’s not waste the candlelight.”
Rarity hums a tone as she steps out onto the sidewalk. The chilly night air hiding her blush. She could not believe she acted so vulgarly! To a couple on a date no less! Who was she Rainbow Dash? No, no that’s not fair. Rainbow Dash would have helped herself to Mac and Adagio’s food, as would Pinkie Pie. Really those two could be such slobs. The way they presented themselves! Such a waste of their true beauty! If they’d only listen to her advice all the time, then they, no all her friends could look as fabulous as she does.
“Taming Pinkies hair into a long waterfall or ponytail, trimming Rainbow’s wild barbarian mane, all the things I could do the Fluttershy! Ugh, that ugly tank top she always wears! That must go! Twilight, contacts, and a new hairstyle is defiantly needed if she’s going to catch someone better then Timber Spruce. Applejack too for that matter, something more southern lady then cowgirl. Sunset at least follows my instructions, but she’ll need an update again here soon.”
As Rarity continues to ramble she pass the back alley of Saffrons. She caught a glimpse of Lyra taking out the trash. This made her so happy, with Lyra working at the restaurant Saffron would no longer be in a position to messy her beautiful uniform with such filth. Granted Lyra wore a similar uniform. She couldn’t have that. Lyra could use a little work herself actually now that she thought about it. Starting with wearing gloves when handling filth.
“Oh, Lyra! Lyra! Over here please!”
“Rarity?” The teal girl questioned looking down the dark alley. “What’s up? Why are you back here?” Rarity came skipping up to her with a big, yet somewhat creepy smile, even so far as to grab her hands. “Is something the matter? Did I forget to give you change?”
“No, no my dear. I simply want to talk to you. Do you have a minute?”
“Um… sure, but I’m kind of the clock.”
“Oh, I’m sure Saffron won’t mind. It’s just a tiny matter. Firstly, why aren’t you wearing gloves when moving the trash? That’s a health hazard and second, you’re not wearing an apron! What would you do if your uniform got dirty? Also, your hair… well, we can get to that later.”
“What’s wrong with my hair?” Lyra rears back in offense, gingerly touching her white and teal locks with concern. “Also, I wash my hands after doing this, and FYI I do usually wear an apron, but it’s just so busy that I forgot this time. I know you’re a fashionista, but you don’t have to be the fashion police everywhere. Now I need to get back to work.” Lyra went for the door to the kitchen when Rarity suddenly grabs her by the cheeks, pressing her against the wall! The fashionista looking at her with a piercing gaze.
“I’m not the fashion police. I am the beauty police and right now you're breaking the beauty law of not being all you can be. Don’t worry though, just give me a minute and with a little magic I’ll have you be ball ready faster than Cinderella!” Rarity said raising her pointer finger with sparks of magic arcing off the tip. “Hold still now.”
Lyra tried to wrestle out of Rarity’s grip, but the fashionista had strength that she thought only Applejack had! She squirms as the blazing finger of magic drew closer and closer, wondering what it would do to her. Rarity won’t do anything weird to her right? Right…?
Thankfully Lyra didn’t have to find out as loud voice broke the silence. “Hey, broads! You girls work for Saffron?” A bulky man in a leather jacket demanded, his accent was thick, meaning he was from the city. He looked like a thug and probably was. But he did get Rarity let go of her cheeks.
“This is Saffron’s place of business, yes,” Rarity replies in a cold snippy way. “Lyra, I believe you said you need to go back to work?” Lyra nods silently looking anxiously between Rarity and the man, her gut churning, telling her to get out there. “Then best get back to it. I’ll deal with this… ugly gentlemen. Oh, and please lock the door behind you.”
“Um… are you sure?” Lyra asked meekly with concern.
“Positive.”
Lyra went back inside, the heavy bolt of the door clicking, indicating the door was indeed locked.
“Don’t get Saffron either,” Rarity said to Lyra through the door. “Or anyone else. Just leave everything to me.”
“Oh? You going to pay her debts?” The man laughs giving a leering glance over Rarity. “Gotta say, you don’t look like you got the cash, but you do have some goods on you. What’s your age honey?”
“Too young for a brute like you, now we can settle this matter one of two ways. The first is you take these and never come back here.” Rarity unfolds her hand revealing a handful of blue diamonds. “Or we do things the ugly way.”
The man looks stupidly at the diamonds, taking one in his hand. “There’s no way a kid like you can have real diamonds.” He scoffs holding them up to the light.
Rarity huffs, putting her hand into her pocket, “I don’t deal in forgeries take them to a broker, they will confirm their authenticity.”
“Or, I take you and the diamonds back to my boss,” The man said pulling a gun. “We deal in a number of things other than loans after all.”
Rarity only sighs, looking unimitated, “Fine. I guess we do this the ugly way.”
“What are… Gughgsh!” That man’s sentence was cut short as Rarity’s diamond-encrusted fingers punctured his neck! As he gags on his own blood! Rarity fishes into his pocket pulling out his cell phone and wallet. She holds up the phone, displaying the lock screen.
“Unlock it,” Rarity spread her finger opening the man’s throat wider. “Now, please. You’re getting my hand dirty.” The man quickly types in the code, Rarity giving him a cutesy heartwarming smile, one she would usually give her friends when she finishes a dress for them. “Thank you, I’ll ensure you look beautiful when you die at least.” She pulls her hand from his neck, blood red rupees forming around the man’s throat and outward. In mere seconds he was turned into a large red crystal. Tapping her finger on the now, statue’s chest, she reduces him to crystalized dust.
Taking the phone Rarity began flipping through the apps and messages as she walks towards the street. As she rounds the corner she catches Lyra peeking her head out the door with Saffron and her father in tow. All of them armed with kitchen utensils, Lyra had a rolling pin, Saffron’s father had a butcher knife, and Saffron was sporting two long kitchen knives. How sweet of them.
“Rarity! Are you here?” Saffron yells fearfully into the night.
(Best not make them worry.) Rarity steps back into the alley, just below a light with a bright smile. “Oh, I’m fine dear! The man was quite reasonable!” Rarity fibs hiding her bloody hand in her pocket. She’d have to clean or destroy this skirt now. A lady can’t have blood stains on her clothes after all.
Saffron came running up to her, pulling her into a deep hug, “Oh Rarity! I so sorry I get you involved in our shady affair! You are a good friend, I do not wish you to be hurt on my account!”
“Relax, it’s fine. In fact, your debt is paid in full. You won’t need to worry about any more men like that coming around. I promise.” Rarity told Saffron, hugging the exotic woman back with just one arm. Resisting the urge to use both hands with all her might. “Now you have customers to attend too.”
“Oh, your right! Let us discuss this another time. I’m very glad that man didn’t hurt you! You must be more careful, you are a very beautiful young lady after all.”
“Oh, I know. That’s why I know how to take care of myself. Now you go dazzle those customers!” Rarity jubilantly tells her friend. She waves, smiling happily as the three return to the restaurant. Raising the now dead thug's phone, she frowns finding it locked again. “Shit. Now, what shall I do? I can’t bring this Twilight or Sunset with explaining what’s it for… Oh… I know!”
Speed walking to her car Rarity races down the street, texting on her phone. A happy smirk plays on her lips as she reads the reply message. Coming to stop at a Canterlot Public Park she sits and waits. Not minutes later a crummy looking Honda pulls into the parking lot and a thin pale purple boy with Cyran hair and glasses steps out of the car. The boy, her age, nervously walks towards the car and knocks on the window.
“Um… you texted me Rarity?” The nerdy boy askes with sweaty palms. The window of the car rolls down and Rarity smiles at him, leaning towards the car window, the top buttons of her blouse undone.
“Yes, MicroChips,” Rarity says seductively as she sensually crawls out of the car like a cat. “I need a little favor of you.”
Micro Chips staggers back as Rarity presses herself lightly against his lanky frame. His body shaking with excitement at the luscious girl standing before him. Even has his out of control hormones rack his adolescent body, his nerdy mind makes an astute observation about the crush of Canterlot high.
“Um sure no problem Rarity, but ah… were you always this tall?” He asks doing a quick height caparison. Now he wasn’t the tallest guy around, but Rarity wasn’t Amazon either or at least she wasn’t the last time he saw her, which was Friday, two days ago. Now she was tall, maybe as tall as vice Principle Luna!
“Oh, don’t mind that,” Rarity coos cupping his face. “It’s just a little magic. Magic that I can use on you too.”
Suddenly Micro Chips found himself growing taller, more muscular, the pimples on his face disappearing as his chin became strong and refined, even his vision improved! He took off his glasses seeing the world perfectly for the first time since he was in elementary school.
“Now there’s the handsome man I know you can be,” Rarity whispers in his ear as she pressed him against his car. “I can let you play around in this body for a little while if you just do me one little favor…” Her words like honey in his ears as Micro Chips gave a fast and rapid nod, too overwhelmed to actually speak. “Good.” Rarity fishes the Deadman’s phone from her pocket. “Unlock this for me, erase the password, and keep this conversation to yourself and I’ll be generous and let you be your true handsome self whenever you want. A nice boy… no man like you deserves better after all.”
A goofy grin spread across Micro Chip’s face as Rarity ran her hands over his abs, he had abs! This was great! He looks to his Queen, no his goddess! With pure bliss and obedience, “Give me that phone. I’ll have it ready in an hour!”
Rarity drops the phone into his hand, MicroChips returning to his normal self, “Call me when you have results. Getting back into her car Rarity watches with a gleeful smile as Micro Chip’s car went peeling out of the parking lot. Pulling out her own phone she dials another number.
One hour later Micro Chips returned with the phone in hand. Rarity gives a sweet ensnaring smile as she excepts the phone from the nerd. Making the purposeful and slow motion to tuck the phone between her breasts.
“Thank you very much Micro Chips,” She coos hooking her finger under the boy’s chin. She plants one quick peck on the nerdy boy’s lips. Leaving him utterly petrified. “And remember, tell no one of this. And have fun.” Rarity creates a small ball of magic, flicking it into Mircochip’s chest, causing him to change into his handsome form.
“Ah…um… thank you!” He squeakily replies, his voice cracking, even in his manlier form. “Um… where are you going?” Micro Chips questions Rarity as she climbs back into her car. “I was thinking… um… hoping, we could… ah… hang out…?”
“Another time darling. I’m afraid I have some important work to do tonight. That little dose of magic I gave you should be enough to retain that form till morning. I’d suggest you go talk to some girls more in your current league and work up from there. Build up your confidence and all that. Or you find a girl that likes your… um… interests. Looks alone don’t build a relationship, it’s the beauty on the inside as well. Fear not though, I will have need of you again.” Rarity pulls out of the parking lot, leaving Micro-Chips in the parking lot feeling a little deflated.
“I guess this is what they mean when they say don’t fly towards the sun, you’ll get burned.” Micro Chips sighs going for his car. In the window he sees his handsome face, lamenting that even that wasn’t enough to win Rarity’s affections.
“Hey, you!”
“Me?” Micro Chips asks turning around, coming face to face with a girl in a Shadowbolts uniform. What was she doing here? He’s seen her before during the Friendship Games, she was… she was the girl that danced next to him in the gym! Suri Polomare!
Suri crosses her arms, looking a bit flush, “Yeah, you. Are you the guy?”
“The guy?”
“The guy Rarity set up for my blind date! Mirco Chips?”
“Ah… yes! Yes, I am!”
“Good, I’m glad Rarity wasn’t lying when she said you’d been bulking up. I have a thing for beefy nerdy guys. I have a better chance of finding a unicorn some days.”
“Wait, you like Nerdy guys? Why?”
“Well… Computer Nerds to be exact. You guys are great for keeping my clothing site up. You are a computer nerd, right?” Suri says pointedly looking him over. Micro nods, causing Suri to glomp onto his arm, pressing it against her breasts. “Good, I think you and I going to have a productive and mutually pleasurable relationship.”
Micro’s voice cracks, “Relationship?” Suri only nodding yes as she drags him along by the arm.
In another part of town, Rarity drove down the deserted streets, her new unlocked phone in hand. She checks the address listed on the dead man’s phone, who name had been Spindler. Ironic. Checking her imagine the rear-view mirror she changes her appearance to what she would probably look like at thirty, running her hand through her hair she changes the shape and color to something completely different than her usual style. A spikey punkish style with green and yellow mixed with her natural purple.
Stepping out of the car, a quick snap of her fingers changes her clothes to match her punk hair. Strutting up to the house she knocks on the door of the house. A lanky blue man with yellow hair answer, smelling of alcohol and cigarettes.
“I don’t remember calling a hooker,” The man said foggily. Seems he was on the verge of passing out. “But I’ll take a one anytime. Come in girl!” The door opens and Rarity enters the shabby house. “So, what’s your name baby?” He touches Rarity’s shoulder only to yelp and scurries away clutching his hand, two fingers missing! “What the hell bitch!”
“First things, it’s Vanity, not bitch,” Rarity says a white snake with blue wings slithers out from under her jacket. The snake spitting out the man’s fingers. “Secondly,” she adds stomping on the man’s bare foot with her heel. “I have questions about you and your friend's line of work, Mr. Prowler. If you don’t want to end up like Spindler, you will do as I say.”
“What the fuck did you do to Spindler!” Prowler screams, Rarity kneels down, extending one finger and stabs it into his leg.
“This,” Rarity answers turning Prowler’s leg into crystal and then shattering it into dust.
“Holy fuck! Holy Fuck Man! My leg! What the fuck did you do to my leg!” Prowler screams in terror. Rarity grabs him by the jaw, preventing him from screaming as she stabs his other leg with her nail.
“Now you’re going to be a good boy and give me all your loan shark friends’ names and your boss and you will do so in a polite and quiet way or I will turn all your limbs to dust and let Vanity here slowly eat you bite by bite. Do you understand?”
Prowler, blubbering like a newborn, nods, pointing to toward the bedroom, “My phone, it has everything you want.”
Rarity smiles, “Oh, I guess I don’t need you then. Vanity, feel free to have a snack.” Rarity walks away, leaving Prowler and Vanity lone. Vanity suddenly grows to the size of the room, her jaws unhinging as she gobbles the loan shark down in one gulp! She shrinks down to normal size, with only a small budge in her belly as Rarity reenters the room with Prowler’s phone. “Come along dear, we have much work to do. There are so many ugly hearted people to get rid of!”
Vanity nods slithering around Rarity’s ankle and melding into her flesh once again. Stepping outside Rarity steps down onto the crumbling sidewalk turns around to look at the shabby house of the loan sharks. It was an ugly place. The world was better off without it.
Hold out her palm Rarity blew a cloud of crystal dust off her hand, turning the house to crystal and with a snap! Reduces it to dust!
“Much better,” With a pleased smile, Rarity enters her car and dials Micro Chips number. In the background, she hears the sound of smacking lips and wet flesh. Seem her blind date has gone well. “Come find me at school Monday. I have another project for you.”
“Of course, anything for you, Rarity. You, you have changed my life!” Micro declared as the smacking of lips resumes.
Rarity smiles as she hangs up, “It’s what I do dear, it’s what I do.”
Canterlot subdistrict five, otherwise known as little Hispania to the locals, was a relatively quiet neighborhood. Quiet as long as you follow the rules set by the Del Rio Toro gang at the end of the block. Ignore whatever it is they are doing and nothing happens. There is no loud music, broken windows, or drive byes. House 1409 was just another house on the block.
Across the way in house 1411 resides Derpy Hooves Muffins, along with her ‘sister’ Dinky. Yeah, sister, at least that’s what the legal documents say and that’s all anyone needs to know. They’ve lived on this block for five years. They’ve watched it change as the Del Rio Toro moved in. They’ve gotten used to the uncomfortableness of having a gang living across the street. The unease of walking home from school and wondering if this would be the day the frail peace would shatter.
Well, when a knock came on her door at eleven o’clock that night. When Derpy opens the door the last thing she was expecting was a tall red and blue man discretely holding up a police badge.
“Um… can I help you?” Derpy peeks out her doorway. None neighbors were getting the same treatment. The neighbor next door to her and the neighbor next to the Del Rio house also had late night visitors.
“Yes, ma’am. I need you to comply with my orders for only a few minutes. Is there anyone else in the house with you?”
“My sister is sleeping upstairs, and but what is it you want exactly? Who are you?” Derpy demands, the officer looking anxious as he glances at his watch. Mumbling they were running out of time under his breath.
“My name is Red Alert of CPD. Look we don’t have much time. You need to get your sister and we need to go….” The roaring sound of two motorcycles thunders down the street. Red Alert cusses under his breath, storming into Derpy’s house and locking the door behind him. His service pistol in his hands. “Shit it’s too late. Go get your sister missy and get into the basement, things are about to go down.”
“What are you talking about!” The stairs creak, both turn to see Dinky standing on the stairs, rubbing her eyes.
“What’s going on?” Dinky asks sleepily.
From the front bay window, Derpy sees the two Motorcycles stop in front of the Del Rio house, the riders dismounting and begin walking up to the house. Both figures are tall, probably about six foot and irrefutably male given their huge frames, one carried a huge sword in his back and the other was holding pistols in his hands. The step up into the porch and kick down the door.
“Get down!” Red Alert grabs both Derpy and Dinky, carrying both girls into the kitchen, laying them on the floor and covering them with his body. Derpy was about to scream at him to get off when gunfire fills the air! Followed by screams.
“The fuck man! What Fuck!”
(BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
“The hell are these fuckers!
(BANG BANG BANG BANG! BANG BANG BANG BANG!))
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
(Shink! SHINK!)
The screams and gunfire stopped. The whole ordeal only lasting a minute, but it felt like a forever. Derpy fought out of Red alerts grasp, running into the living room. Her window was shattered, gunshot holes line the stairwell wall. But what really caught her attention was the glow. Standing in the center of her living room, she saw the glow of the fire that consumed the Del Rio house. A fire so large and so hot and spreading so fast it couldn’t have been naturally made. Standing the in the yard were the two riders, watching the fire.
In the hand of the man with the sword, clutched between his fingers was the heads of all the gang members. All eight dangling by their hair between his fingers. The man threw the heads onto the porch, the fire engulfing them instantly.
Derpy watches with her single good eye wide in horror as the two men walk towards her. Their faces masked with bandanas. One of the men. The one with the sword gave her a salute, he and his partner then mount their bikes and took off into the night. Five minutes later the fire department and more police arrive.
Derpy heard her back door open and she looks out the kitchen window to see Red Alert stepping into her backyard and taking off at a jog. On the kitchen counter were a note and a stack of bills. The note reading. (I wasn’t here.)
Derpy looks at the stack of bills, money she desperately needs, there was at least three hundred dollars in cash here. Gulping, Derpy quickly throws the note in the toilet and flushes it down. Next, she stuffs the bills into her tip jar, hiding it beneath the mountains of ones and fives. Just in time to answer the police at the door.
“Hello ma’am, I’m Detective Ferocious. Would you have time to speak with us tonight?”