//------------------------------// // ERU... What's that mean? // Story: PAYDAY : Wait A Minute... // by PBY_Jacko115 //------------------------------// Wolf and Dallas bolted the door as magic bolts zoomed past them, while Hoxton was leading the orange pony with Wolf's STRYK to her head. They were hunkered down in the barn beside a large farmhouse. Recent events transpired as so, Dallas and Wolf both receiving bucks to their bodies, Hoxton getting up, swiping Wolf's STRYK, pistol whipped the orange pony, shit loads of Pegasi with official uniforms come out from nowhere yelling, 'ERU!! GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!!", unicorns showing up with the same uniform of the Pegasi. The end result leaving them all inside a barn with pissed off ponies outside. Now, they played the waiting game. "Y'know," the orange stetson wearing pony began, "if ya ju-" "Yadda yadda, I know. What's next, a giant ass horse that's like royalty gonna show up and use her all superior powers to force to give up?" The statement hung in the air, Wolf, Dallas and the pony terrified. Wolf and Dallas for the sole reason that everything bad Hoxton could say happen, will happen. The pony for the fact that she knew that's what exactly was going to happen. "Uh... Look, just because I'm gonna accept fate, I'm Dallas, that's Wolf and the idiot you bucked on the road holding a gun to your head is Hoxton. Your name is...?" Dallas said, face-palming while Wolf just waved. "Applejack... Uh, Hoxton, right? How exactly did you know that the princess was goi-" Dallas cut her off, "He just happens to have a curse that whatever bad he says is going to happen, will." Childishly, Hoxton replied with a middle finger. Wolf replied both holding both and crossed his arms and said, "Let the power of Christ come fuck your shit up Hox." "Come on," Hoxton said innocently, "that's just a myth!" "Diamond heist, you said that a Cloaker was going to kick Chains in the balls for touching your BEEEF mask. Not 30 seconds later, that's exactly what happened." "Well that was just coincidence." "First World Bank, you said a sniper was going to take somebody's ear off. Look at me, I HAVE ONE FUCKING EAR!!" "Come on, just beca-" "At the slaughterhouse, you said the truck was going to never fall through the roof.... They had to get 5 helicopters to lift it out after we escaped." "Okay, that one was comple-" "IRS, you said I would be the first person to be in a possible life or death struggle after being shot.... I was shot in the throat with Chains holding my neck so I wouldn't bleed." With Wolf's point proven, everything went silent. Applejack however looked at the three robbers like the completely insane. Dallas however motioned with his hands in an attempt to day he wasn't with them. --- Chains sat in the room, alone. Behind magic proof and one way windows, Princess Celestia was conversing with the guard that had interrogated him. The guard relayed the information to it's fine point and Celestia thought it through with an un-opened mind. To her, the human sitting within the the room was that of pure evil, no one with such a mind could ever possibly murder anypony that ruthlessly. She gave her judgement of the situation, and returned to the throne room, a messenger waiting for her. "Yes, what would you have for me?" She said in a neutral tone, previous events restricting her motherly side as of now. "Your highness, a letter from the Equestrian Rescue Unit arrived, stating that high emergency personnel have been sent out to Sweet Apple Acres in regards to the Element of Honesty. Apparently, our 'friend' had some association with the kidnappers as they were attacked by a weapon similar to that of the prisoners." The royal messenger waited for a response, moments later he was granted with Celestia disappearing. "I truly feel sorry for those poor stallions. May Celestia have mercy." The mailpony finished, trotting off as to avoid the repercussions when she would return. --- "So... basically, a giant winged unicorn is going to come here and royally hand our asses to us?" Dallas said, looking out the upper windows of the bar, the occasional magic bolt whizzing by. "Because, the way I see it, I'm gettin' too old for this shit." "I don't know what you mean by handing your mules towards ya. I mean, why would she roy-" "It's a figure of speech, it means she going to beat us up." Wolf cut Applejack off, answering her question. Hoxton sat on a bale of hay, STRYK still pointed at Applejack's head, a warning if she dared to attack of escape. Applejack huffed and laid down, getting comfortable in the rough hay littering the floor. Dallas peaked his head out the window to see all the ponies outside either saluting or bowing. This wasn't good for them at all. "Hoxton, if we survive.... I'm going to murder you." The American said, a threatening tone, to Hoxton "You love too much to IF about it." "You right, come here and give me a clear shot at your knees." Dallas finished the conversation, still looking out the window, the sun's heat upon his back... Wait a minute, his back wasn't in... Oh shit. "Now I'm seriously too old to deal with this shit. Guys, might as well give up, she's here." Dallas turned around, seeing the most pissed off face he's ever seen. Only taller than him by a few inches, having to look up at something instead of looking down was a tad intimidating. Wolf looked up from his position to see the royal princess staring down Dallas. He relaxed into the bale of hay he was on and watched what was to happen. Dallas continued to look up at the royal crown, almost like a Queen in front of a King, out of way of the Bishop and too far from the Knight. "Alright, alright. Let me guess, this is where you put your grueling punishment upon us other than death? I mean, we have a hostage that very important and most certainly Chains is somewhere and most likely on his way." Back at the palace, Chains was putting a metal pin he hid in his pants waist band to good use. Magic or not, no cuffs can beat the best lock-picker. Chains wasn't the best lock-picker.