Diamond stepped further into the room and started looking around for Fiscal. Seeing the desk upturned gave her a hint where he was and she started moving towards it quietly. Just as she came around the other side Spider-Mare leaped out of hiding and yanked the gun from her grip.
"Not exactly a pop gun is it? You could’ve killed someone with this thing," the hero scolded as she tossed the gun away.
"That was the idea," Diamond replied as Fiscal came out from behind the desk. Diamond glared at the crime boss and looked like she might attack him. "So you work for him then?" she asked turning her glare to Spider-Mare.
"What?! No!" the masked mare shouted, insulted by the accusation. "You told me I was wasting my time with muggers, so I stopped wasting my time," she defended.
Diamond shook her head as she turned back to the buffalo. "You're lucky the filly scout is here or you'd be dead by now," she threatened before turning to leave.
Fiscal rolled his eyes. "If it hadn't been for her, my security wouldn't have been so preoccupied setting up for her," he replied.
Diamond wondered what Fiscal meant as Spider-Mare turned to him. "Setting up? You only had one guard- look out!" the hero shouted grabbing Diamond's hand and pulling her away from the door, as Fiscal dove behind the desk again.
Seconds later machine gun fire ripped through the front of the office. Spider-Mare tossed Diamond behind the desk and then left to deal with the security. Diamond grunted in pain as she hit something large and muscular. She turned around and saw Fiscal rolling up the sleeves of his suit.
"Would you like to know how I've accomplished everything I have?" he asked as he pinned Diamond to the desk with one hoof. "If you want to succeed in life you have to get your hooves dirty sometimes," he told her. Diamond cringed as she watched the buffalo prepare for a devastating blow.
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Outside in the hallway Scootaloo was dodging gunfire and taking out Fiscal's goons as quickly as she could. She'd counted about fifteen when the fight started. Now she was left with five.
The remaining guards retreated down the hallway and fired from the safety of the office doorways. Scootaloo jumped up to the ceiling just as one stallion jumped out of cover to shoot, only for Scootaloo to flip down from above and land on him. Then she felt that tingle again and shot a web at the next doorway, gobbing up the barrel of the guards gun. The stallion threw the gun away and charged the super hero just as one of his allies popped out of hiding. Scootaloo turned just as the first guard jumped at her and kicked him in the stomach sending him crashing into his friend.
"That leaves two," Scootaloo told herself. "If you guys just wanna surrender and run that's fine!" she called out, quietly crawling onto the wall as she went. She heard a click through the wall she was on and smiled. Scootaloo punched her fist through the wall and grabbed the guard, slamming his head into the wall on the other side. The last guard jumped out of hiding to attack and Scootaloo shot a web at his leg and pulled hard, tripping the stallion and slamming his head on the ground.
"Way to go guys. You lasted almost five minutes," Scootaloo told the unconscious guards as she walked back to Fiscal's office. Just as she passed the first window, her spider sense went off. Scootaloo turned just in time to catch the masked filly as she was tossed from the room. The red and blue clad mare was surprised that the force pushed her back against the opposite wall.
"You have excellent reflexes," Fiscal said as he approached the pair as they picked themselves up, the pink filly rubbing her head. "A shame you didn't go into show business. I think you would have made a great clown," the buffalo finished as he charged the pair.
"Really?" Scootaloo asked as she pushed the other filly out of the way and jumped on Fiscal's back. "Cause nopony ever laughs at my jokes," she continued as she shot webs over the charging buffalo's eyes. "I could be an acrobat though watch- oh right, my bad," the hero laughed pretending she'd forgotten, Fiscal's temporary blindness.
"What is this stuff?!" Fiscal shouted angrily. He started slamming his body into the wall in an attempt to shake off his passenger.
Scootaloo dismounted and chuckled. "Don't worry it'll dissolve... in an hour or so," Scootaloo joked as she started walking away. She stopped as soon as she'd turned to the door though. The black clad filly stood in the way, pointing the gun at Fiscal again.
"Don't stop me this time. He deserves this," the pink mare told Scootaloo. Fiscal seemed to be aware he was in danger again, but his blindness made him helpless.
Scootaloo started trying to figure out if she could be fast enough to get the gun before the filly took her shot. "Let's just take it easy," Scootaloo started.
"No! Nothing about this is easy!" the filly shouted angrily. "If he doesn't die, my dad will. I won't let that happen," she said, steadying her hoof.
"And then what?" Scootaloo asked, confusing the filly. "Fiscal has the cops in his pocket. They're probably on their way by now. If they catch you, your dad is gonna be alone for long time. Long enough for someone else to take Fiscal's place and have your dad killed. You can't protect him from jail," Scootaloo reasoned.
The pink mare looked like she was having trouble deciding. She didn't lower the gun, but Scootaloo took it as a good sign that the filly hadn't fired yet.
"If you really want to protect your dad then walk away from this and go keep an eye on him. It sounds like he needs somepony watching his back," Scootaloo finished, not having anything else to say.
The masked filly's face seemed to switch between anger and confusion. Then she screamed in frustration and started shooting the wall next to her, away from Fiscal. Scootaloo sighed in relief.
"Your mistake!" Fiscal shouted as he blindly charged the filly. Scootaloo sprang forwards slamming a fist into the buffalo's body and hurling him into the wall. Before his body fell Scootaloo webbed all four of his limbs to the wall, keeping him up.
"Listen up Fiscal. I don't know who her dad is and I doubt you do. So instead of asking her I think it might be a good idea to just leave any pony with a daughter out of your business. Got it," Scootaloo demanded as the other filly simply watched in shock.
Fiscal laughed. "And what are you going to do? You don't seem like the type to kill anymore than your friend," Fiscal said smiling.
Scootaloo leaned in close to the buffalo's head. "That's because no ones ever given me a reason to really hurt them. Don't be the first," she threatened, taking a step back. Fiscal remained calm, but they all knew he couldn't take the risk. "We got a deal?" Scootaloo asked.
The buffalo was silent for a moment. "Fine," he begrudgingly replied after several minutes.
"Good," the hero asked turning to her companion as the sound of police sirens sounded from the street below. "You need a lift? I don't think the cops are you gonna let you walk out," she offered, as she walked over to the only window in the room that looked like it opened.
The other filly shook her head, as if she were confused. "Umm... sure. Maybe a couple roof tops over," she suggested, following as Scootaloo opened the window.
"Sounds good. Just hop on my back and hold on," Scootaloo said, taking one last look at Fiscal. Seeing him strung up like that made her think about the stallion that killed her uncle. She'd left him in a similar position, but Scootaloo was happy she wasn't leaving Fiscal dead.
Scootaloo felt the other filly wrap her arms around her neck and shot a web at the building across the street. "Hold on tight," she called as she jumped out of the window and started swinging herself and her passenger away from the scene.