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// The next move... 
// Story: My Little Pony: Payday is Magic 
// by Twisted Gears 
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"...New record. Less than twenty minutes, gentlestallions." Said Twitch, while pausing her clock. "And I believe that this one's also a very profiting hit."

"Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh yeah!" Howled Wolf, while raising his hooves in the air.

"Wolf, we're not done yet." Said Dallas, recounting the saddlebags. "We've still got to 'sell' these. Bain, what's the plan?" He asked trought the radio on his mask.

"Iv'e already got you a buyer. He'll be at the train station tonight." Replied a Stallion's voice in the radio. "I'd suggest you get back to the Safehouse untill that moment."

"Copy that." Said Dallas. "Hoh, it has been a long while since we've done this, right?"

"You can say that again." Replied Chains, slowly taking parts of his armour. "Iv'e missed wearing this again, fo' real."

Hoxton took out his mask, finally showing his real face; his light brown eyes matched his coat, and his darker mane. "I can't say that Iv'e missed this."

Wolf did the same. He showed his red eyes, that completely contrasted with his white coat and black, short mane. "Why do you say that, Hoxy? Been busy going without us?"

"Actually..." Replied Hoxton, while scratching his nose. "Yes."

Dallas took out his mask, showing to the public his blue eyes, that matched his mane, and his brown coat. "Heh. You couldn't hold yourself, right?"

Hoxton nodded. "Las Pegasus holds a bunch of good places to steal from. I just hope that the Mendoza guys don't track us to here."

Once Chains was done taking out his heavy armour, he placed his mask away, showing his dark brown eyes, his short light gray mane, that contrasted with his dark brown coat, and his perfectly kept beard. "If they did, we'll be waiting. Overall Hector."

"No shit!" Suddently said Twitch, taking out her sunglasses, showing her purple eyes, that matched her mane, and her gray coat. "Hector's here?"

"As far as I know... Yup."

"Aw, that Stallion... Iv'e gotta get his autograph, really!" She said, trying to find a paper in her pockets.

"Hold your hormones a bit, missy." Said Dallas, while throwing his mask at her. "Remember who he is. Damned cartel owners..."

Twitch facehoofed. "Oh, you're right... He probably has all the Mares he wants..."

"Heh." Mocked Chains. "And they say I'm the perverted one in this carriage."

Before this conversation could go any further, they reached the suit rental. Twitch wore her sunglasses again. "Allright guys, we're here. This time, act normally, there might be some ponies around."

"Got it. C'mon guys, let's go." Before the group jumped of the carriage, that parked in the entrance, they took out the ductape that covered their cutiemarks, and dropped inside all their equipment, excluding the masks, that could be fitted inside the suits they wear.

Once out, they simply trotted inside the shop, said 'hello' to anypony there, nodded at the clerk, and go inside the backstore, or their 'Safehouse'. Meanwhile, Twitch would park the carriage in the alley behind the rental, perfectly hidden between the buildings around.

Hoxton layed back on the sofa, assumed personal place. Chains went to the basement, straight to the shooting gallery, to do what's obvious there. Wolf, straight to get back to his turrets. Dallas went to the kitchen, and placed a piece of pizza that was in the fridge, in the microwave. When Twitch trotted in from the backdoor, she lifted her sunglasses, to see horrified the mess of the loft.

"Guys!!!" Twitch shouted. Even Chains, with his earplugs, and the gunfire in the gallery heard her. "Start cleaning this mess! NOW!"

"Holy Luna!" Chorused Dallas, Hoxton and Wolf. Then, Chain's head popped out from the entrance to the basemet. "Holy Celestia!" He said, while taking off his earplugs.

This simple order made the whole group of professional criminals reduce to maids, as they started to clean, repair and organize every single milimeter of the loft. Once they were done, Twitch checked every corner of the safehouse, if there was anything out of place. "Good job." She finnaly said, to the group that was in a perfect row, like if they were abbout to sign for the Royal Guard.

"...Are we free to go, sir?" Mocked Chains. Dallas slighty laughted, as so did Wolf and Hoxton.

Twitch launched him a soul-penetrating look, that would make a Bulldozer turn away and flee for its life. "Go now, but if I see this place as a mess again..." She walked towards the microwave, that was beeping. She opened it, took the pizza, and trotted towards the couch, and sitted on it, exacly like how Hoxton was sitting.

"...And? Nopony wants some pizza?" Twitch asked.

The group started to look at eachother, and mentally asked themselves, "How? What?? Why???"

"That's my sofa!" Suddently said Hoxton.

"That's my pizza!" Said Dallas.

"Come here and get it." Challenged Twitch, narrowing her eyes.

Hox and Dallas got ready to jump on her, and take the named items by the force. When they were mid-air, Twitch jumped out of the way, and they both landed in the sofa, with their heads digged between the couches.

"Heh, nice try, both of you." Mocked Twitch, still holding the pizza in her left hoof.

Dallas got up from the sofa, and tackled Twitch. Hoxton returned to his original position in the sofa, while Chains and Wolf observed the scene confused. Twitch rolled the pizza, turning it into a mini-burrito, and ate it in one bite.

"Mph." Muffled Twitch, with her mouth full of pizza dough, "Tgho Laghte."

Dallas almost started to let tears fall from his eyes. "...My pizza..."

"Thou bill hagve to ghet ift..." Half-said Twtich, challenging Dallas, again. "Tghrought mein mought."

Dallas remained silent for a while. They already had a quick relationsip before, that had to end due to professional matters, and he never expected her to make another try. "You know how to conquer a Stallion, little missy." He raised his sight, to see Chains and Wolf whispering at eachother. "...Shut. The buck. Up."

They both mocked a bit, before heading inside the basement. Hoxton was still laying in the sofa, almost asleep. Twitch ended swallowing the full piece of pizza, and looked at Dallas' eyes, amost asking him to make the first move, in the position they were.

"No." Said Dallas. "You ate my pizza. You'll sleep in the sofa tonight!" He mocked, launching a smile.

"Heh. You're the one that's sleeping today in there." Twitch replied.

"Hey!" Shouted Hoxton. "Leave my sofa alone!"

Dallas and Twitch laughted a bit. then, Dallas helped Twitch up.

"Well, it's almost nightfall. I'll get the other two ready to take y'all to the tracks." She said, while placing her sunglasses back on, and covering her red rose Cutiemark with blue ductape. "Let's see what Bain has to say about this."

"You're right. Hox!" Dallas threw a plastic plate towards him. "Get up, you lazy flank!"

This made him jump from the sofa, as he was already asleep. "Ugh... Fine..."

When Twitch left, Chains came from the basement. "Wolf, get up here, you freak."

Wolf came a bit later, with a briefcase in his back. "Ready. Anytime, Dallas."

"What's that on your back?" Dallas asked, while grabbing his mask, and placing it in the pocket in is suit.

"This beauty?" Replied Wolf. "Just my 'SNTNL' automatic turret prototype."

Dallas facehoofed again. "Wolf... My dear Wolfie... You know what always happens to your prototypes...?"

"...What happened with the Vault Breaker wasn't my fault. You know that a damned Cloaker blew it up." Wolf remembered.

"Ya, right.." Dallas rolled his eyes. "Well, I just hope that it doesn't targets us... Right?"

"No worries." Replied Hoxton. "The turret identifies the radios in our masks, and targets anypony that doesn't wear one."

"...Civis included?" Asked Dallas.

"Uh... I'll have that fixed the next time."

Dallas facehooved again, and sighted. "Wolf, I'm not responsible if you're bumped straight into the dungeon, okay?"

"I get it... I get it..." Said Wolf, rolling his eyes.

The group went back to the carriage that was waiting. "C'mon guys, I don't have all night!" Said Twitch, that popped her head from the window, again. They jumped in, and headed straight to Ponyville train station...





"...Here we are. We'll be waiting for you guys here." Said Twitch, while throwing out the saddlebags outside the carriage, and looked to the masked group. "Come back with a ton of bags filled with bits for me!"

"No promises made there, ma'am." Replied Dallas, picking one of the saddlebags. "Bain, what's the deal."

"Let's see..." Started to reply the radio, "The buyer left a radio somewhere in the tracks. Find it, and do whatever it says."

"Got it. Wolf, you know what to do." He ordered.

Wolf started to look for anything that looks like the mentioned object in the middle on the night. "Found it." Said Wolf, pointing at a small box with an antenna popping from it's side.

Hoxton, being the fastest one, trotted to it, and pressed the button on it's top. Then, a Mare voice came out of the radio, with a certain Canterlot accent.

"Ah, I see you finnaly made it here. Well, let's get to business. You see, in these legaly-questionable deals, we preffer to step safe... We left a wagon empty at your left, if you're kind enough to leave the saddlebags there. Thank you."

"Well, you've heard that. Saddlebags to the wagon." Dallas said, while they dropped the six saddlebags filled with golden apples inside the train. Then, the radio started again by it's own.

"Ah, six saddlebags. Good. Our 'Trader' will be there with the same ammount in bags with Bits. I would like you all in the same wagon, if you want to proceed."

Wolf, Chains and Dallas jumped in the wagon. Hoxton didn't. "Guys, I smell a trap here..."

"My dear Hoxton..." Started to speak Bain, through the radios on their masks. "That's why I hired a Sniper for you tonight. Say 'Hi' to Bruce."

Another voice came from the same channel. It was the voice of a rather old Stallion. "I'm covering from the hills. Iv'e got a pretty line of sight, if you need me."

"Fine..." Said Hoxton. "We're counting on you." He jumped inside the wagon, and waited for anything to happen.

Then, the upper part of the wagon opened, and a Pegasus Mare popped her head inside. "Well hello there. Throw me the saddlebags with the apples, and I will drop down the bags with the money. Deal?"

"Deal." Said Dallas, throwing her the first bag, and another one filled with bits went down from the aperture her head popped out.

This continued with the same other five saddlebags. "Nice to do business with you. We're going now. Have a good night!" Said the same Mare voice of the radio, and they saw a group of seven Pegasus fly away, with saddlebags holded with their frontal hooves.

"...Well, this went better than-" Dallas got cut, as all the lights in the station turned on at the same time.

"Ambush!" Said Bain's voice trought the radio. "Quick! Leave the area!"

Hoxton trotted towards the door of the wagon, to only check that it was perfectly shut close.

"...Damn." Said Chains, pulling out his JP36...