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// Sasha's Return - Second Choice 
// Story: Infamous: New Beginnings 
// by Art Inspired 
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Sasha’s returned - Second Choice


“Cole… Cole… how’s my favorite freak? I know you’re sleeping, thinking of me… oh, how I’ve missed you. Do you remember my lust for you, how much love I wanted to give you? We can still be together, ever though, you rejected me… and if that bitch, nix, is in the way… well, I can kill her for you. We both have similar powers, her and I, but I think my mind morphing spells could force her into utter insanity. Wouldn’t that make you happy, my love? Seek me out, and we’ll talk, but if you come aggressively, I’ll have no choice but to defend myself. You remember how powerful I was back in empire city, don’t you? Imagine that, only ten times more destructive… the sun’s up, so I’ll be leaving you now. Just remember, Trish is dead, and nix will never be able to satisfy you the way I can.”

Cole awoke to a flood of distasteful memories. Sasha, the conduit mind controller was here. That wasn’t any ordinary dream; it was her speaking out to Cole in his nightmares. As the pony got out of his bed, he heard a knocking on his door. “Uh, come in.”

Celestia entered with a tired expression, and asked “if I’m not mistaken, you’ll need gear for your daily missions. I’ve taken a few snap shots of your old regalia and made you a uniform.”

Her horn spiked up and formed a t-shirt, yellow and black. Then, the jeans with the general London logo on it were made. As Cole put on his new clothes, he thanked her highness and asked, “I’ll also need a cell phone. Do you know what that is?”

Celestia just smiled and summoned one along with new Bluetooth devices. At least five for his personal contacts, in case he ever found some. One whisked up to her ear and vice versa for Cole. The conduit giggled with that same, scratchy voice and asked, “So, what’s my first mission?”

Just before Celestia was able to reply, Cole got his answer from a distant, crashing sound. It echoed off the walls and cold knew he needed to investigate it immediately. He jumped out of his balcony and fell ten storied down to the next roof. Hopping from building to building, he caught the sight coming from the ground. Reapers were running havoc through the Canterlot streets, at least ten on the ground, and five on the roof tops. On all of their shoulders were wired guns of varying designs. Some were assault rifles, and some were heavy shot guns. Then, out of nowhere, one with a missile launcher blasted his weapon down at Cole from high above. It made a direct hit and sends the stallion hurdling to the ground. As his vision blurred, everything became white. Suddenly, a bleached conduit reaper warped in front of a huge crowd of pedestrian civilians. He startled them so much, that they had to run for cover, but unfortunately, for Cole, they headed right his way.

“Awe, crap…” Cole thought, “If these ponies keep charging me, I’ll ultimately be trampled. Not only that, but it’ll knock me out for sure. There’s only one solution to preventing me from getting even more thrashed.

I can blast them with a force push and send half of them flying to their unavoidable deaths,

Or let them trample me, and deal with the pain… but then I may not be able to save the city… ugh…”