//------------------------------// // Twilight's "Little" Trouble // Story: My Little Pony: Payday is Magic // by Twisted Gears //------------------------------// "...Allright, they haven't arrived yet. Got some time to get myself a nice piece o' pizza, and..." "Honey, we're home!" Mocked Hoxton, opening the door from the alley to the Safehouse, and carrying Spike in his back, still sedated and pretty much out of this world. "...Ohaideer. Went well?" Said Chains, limping to the kitchen. "It went pretty well at job, yet. Look, iv'e got you a good piece o' meat!" Kept mocking Hoxton, dropping Spike in the table of the kitchen, still tied and sedated. "Baby dragon meat? Hm. Y'know I don't have Canines in my mouth, right?" "Psh. Don't break the fun of this, Chainsy. Did you know that Bain's coming to interrogate the princess himself?" Replied Hoxton, taking Spike again, and dropping him downstairs. The little dragon didn't suffered any damages, with the protection of his scales, and hard skull while he rolled dowstairs. "No shit. Why don't we just do it ourselves? I've always wanted to taste a pretty princess' flank, y'know." Said Chains, while picking a glass of water, and drinking of it. "Chains... Just... No. You had enought fun at Las Pegasus." Said Dallas, while carrying Applejack inside, with the help of a still very drunk Wolf. "Plus, we can ask more Bits for her if she's... Clean, if you get it. Not to exclude DNA samples." "Fine..." Exclamed Chains, abruptly sitting in one of the chairs of the table. "Need some help?" "Nah. You've still got to rest your leg." Replied Dallas, going down with Wolf to the basement, carrying a still uncontious and tied Applejack. Hoxton followed them dowstairs. "Okay..." ...Heh. Next, the Twins came in, still wearing their sunglasses and their suits. Cutiemarks covered. They were carrying Twilight, still sedated, and tied till' the end. They didn't said a word, and trotted downstairs. Next, they trotted up, and went outside from the same door they came from, without saying one single word in the way. Next, Twitch. "Hey, Chains. How's the leg going?" She was pushing a heavy box inside, and still wearing the sunglasses, suit and blue ducktape covering her cutiemark. "Not bad, y'know. Hey, what's that box?" Asked chains, looking at the heavy cardboard cube. "No idea. It weights a lot, tho. Let's see..." Twitch examined the large box, looking for anything. "It says 'For Chains'." "How so? A gift for me?" "Seems that you've got a secret fan, eh?" Mocked Twitch, leaving the box in front of the table. "Why don't you come here and open it?" "Sounds good." Said Chains, getting up from the chair, and limping towards the box. Indeed, it had a paper in it's top, only with the words 'For Chains' on them. He rippped the paper, and opened the box. He got a rather large surprice with what was inside: A brand new full-body set of armour. A piece of paper, perfectly bent was at the top of the set. Chains took it, and readed it. 'Iv'e got news that the prototype your people took five years ago doesn't work anymore. Here, have another one. This one won't break at constant fire, Iv''e made sure of that. Contact me anytime you need something fixed. -Alex.' ...Alex? "...So. Anypony has idea when Bain's coming?" Asked Dallas. "Ghno Idea..." Replied a still intoxicated Wolf. "I bet he's already here." Said Hoxton, taking off his mask. "Shhh! Why do you say anything, damnit!" Said Dallas, getting up from the chair he was sitting, in front of a map of Ponyville. "What? It's nothing bad at all!" "Hoxy, remember your curse. Everything bad you says turns real the next second!" "Pfff. That's just a mock of Wolf." "Nein!" Replied Wolf. "Remember when you said that a Cloaker would kick Chains in the nuts for taking your coffe?" Dallas took off his mask. "Pff. That was a mere coincidence." Said Hoxton, rolling his eyes. "And, when you said that a Sniper would blow up Mike's head?" "...That wasn't my fault. That Sniper had a clear shot on him." "...And, that a Tazer would rape Wolf with three Bulldozer's around?" Wolf shrugged when he heard that. "...Eh... Coincidence. At least he survived that." "And when you said that I would get shot at the Ruby Hearth Heist?" "It's not my fault that you decided to take more jewels in the way." "I spent one damned week in an hospital bed because you said that I would get discovered, Hox. And..." "...Nice story, gentlestallions, but we've got something more important between our hooves." Said a Stallion voice, that completely interrupted the conversation. It was a voice they all knew, that was always in the radio, but it sounded more aged outside of it. "...Bain?" Asked Dallas. "You're learning quick, kiddo. You still owe me a new statue, by the way." Bain took a step front, from the darkness of a corner. The lamp that was over him only illuminated his front. Only his suit, covered forehooves with blue gloves, and a little piece of his lower chin, covered with a white beard could be seen. "If you excuse me, Iv'e got a princess to interrogate. Got the 'theater' ready?" "Yup. Everything's inside. Once she wakes up, the show can start." Said Hoxton, getting up from the table he was sitting, and pointing behind him. "Good. Let's get this show started." ...Twilight opened her eyes. Everything around her was dark as a moonless night. The only thing that had light was her. She looked up, for how much hard it was for her to move her head. There was a small lamp over her. She looked back front, and tried to move. She was tied with ropes to the chair she was sitting. She couldn't move her wings either: they were tied together. She tried to use her magic, but she couldn't feel her horn. What in the name of Celestia is going on? A shady pony figure made a step front in the light. Twilight could only see the frontal hooves, under a suit, and with the hooves covered in some kind of blue gloves. "You'll better start talking, Princess. Or else, your friends will pay for you." "...Where am I? Why are you doing this!" "Oh, you won't talk? Fine." The figure signalled with his right forehoof, and a light at Twilight's left appeared. It was aiming at Spike, that was tied with ropes, and uncontious. His chair was looking towards a wall behind him, as he was facing to it. "...Spike! Wake up!" Twilight shouted. "...Do it." Simply said the Stallion in front of Twilight. Another Stallion, with a very creepy mask, with a sewed mouth walked in. He attached something in Spike's back, then walked away. Next, Spike simply... Exploded. The walls, ground and ceiling were splattered on red. dragon scales were scattered all around the room. The splatter even reached Twilight. "...SPIKEEEE!!!!" Shouted Twilight, the strongest her oppressed lungs could allow her. "...Speak. We want to know one thing. Where. Is. The. Golden. Mirror." Twilight started to sob. She just presenced how her best friend exploded, right in front of her. "SPEAK!" Shouted Bain, getting another step closer. Twilight looked up, to only see a horrible mask covering a face. The mask had incredible details. It's surface seemed to be the one of an alligator, with a slight arrow pointing at it's forehead. Over it, it seemed to be showing the brain, with incredible detail. Its eyes were merely two black shades, that covered the eyes that were hiding behind it. "I... I don't know on what you're talking about!" Shouted Twilight, in the edge of starting to cry. She got punched in the stomach, with enought strenght to almost puke her dinner, and the tea. "Start speaking, or your other friend will end in a more painfull way!" Bain signalled again, with his left hoof. A light was turned on, in a room at Twilight's right. The crystal wall that divided the rooms only showed Applejack uncontious, tied to an iron chair, with ropes, pretty close to the glass. Hoxton trotted in, with his silenced Bernetti-9 pistol already in his hoof. He aimed it at Applejack's head, and waited for Bain's instruction. "...Last chance. Where is it." "...I don't know!" Shouted Twilight, letting tears go out. "Do it." Hoxton nodded, looked back at Applejack, and pressed the trigger. No sound was made, but the glass that divided both rooms got splattered in... 'Tomato sauce'. Twilight started to cry out the strongest her eyes could. Bain got closer, and punched her in the eye. "Where the buck is it!" "...In the left wing of the castle!" Finnaly shouted Twilight, in her sobs and tears. Bain stared at her for a while. She was saying the truth. Or, at least she seemed to. "Thanks for your... 'Cooperation'." Bain walked away, grabbed a syringe with blue liquid, and injected it at Twilight's neck. She felt how the light around her started to turn darker and darker, and how her muscles started to stop responding, untill she finnaly felt uncontious... Hoxton walked away from a still uncontious Applejack, cleaning his Bernetti-9 from tomato sauce. He left the room where she was locked, and walked towards the room where Twilight was sitting. "Aaand, what does the Director has to say about this?" "You guys did well. Now, we've just got to send a letter to Celestia, and ask for a shit ton of cash for theese two. Where's the dragon at?" "Ohver hier." Said Wolf, pulling Spike from under a table. He was finnaly awake, but his claws were tied together at his back, so were his legs. Also, his mouth was shut with blue ducktape, that prevented him from opening it. "Wolf, good job making that purple dummy." Said Dallas, getting up from a chair in the darkness. "Okay, little fella. We'll give you a letter, and we want you to deliver it to Celestia herself. Got it?" The baby dragon nodded, for how much hard it was for him. "Good." Continued Dallas. "Just add this: We'll ask twenty-thousand Bits for each one of them. Alive." Spike nodded again. "...Tell her to deliver the cash to the Sugarcube Corner, at the Dumpster at it's back. If we see any Guardspony around, you can consider them both... Dead. Got it?" Another nod, but this time he was way much more worried. "...Allright. Now, if you excuse me." Dallas walked behind Spike, and hitted him right in the back of the neck, knocking him out. "How we'll just have to dump him back in the Treehouse, and wait. C'mon Hox, let's go." "Right behind ya. Wolf, keep Applejack out of combat." "Whatevs." Half-replied Wolf. "Bain, you coming, or heading back to your hole?" Asked Hoxton. "I'm heading back. You guys can't live a day without me in the radio. Bile's taking me, so dump the little dragon already. Oh, and Dallas... The damned statue." Bain took out his mask, with his face still hidden in the shadows, left the mask in the table, where the map of Ponyville is. Then, he trotted upstairs, always moving in the shadows. Dallas and Hoxton followed him, carrying Spike with them. Wolf moved the the room where Applejack was tied, and reinforced the ties with double ropes, and cuffs. Then, he just trotted out of the room, and locked the door with three locks. Applejack was a foe to be aware of, and Wolf knew that. Then, he just left the basement, and meet up with Chains...