"Thanks for standin' still. Bang, bang, bang, bang." Cinnamon sang under his breath as he sat on a taxi cart rushing towards the Fancypants Accountancy building. As the building came into his sights, his flicked his bag onto his back and waited for the cart to stop. Seconds after stepping off the cart, he paid the driver and the driver sped away in the blink of an eye.
"City folk're so busy. Ah don't think they know how useful stayin' in one place can be." Cinnamon said to himself. He turned to see the large building in all of its glory. He turned again to see a small park directly opposite it.
"Well... Their loss is mah gain." Cinnamon said as he walked towards the park and took a seat on a nearby bench. He placed his bag next to him as he simply watched the building. Immediately drew his attention to the surrounding buildings, vantage points, windows and possible routes for police carts.
"Ah suppose ah'll have rely on Fen doin' his job and warn me if the pigs start squelin'." Cinnamon said as he gave his walkie-talkie a quick glance. Suddenly, he heard quiet crying coming from his right. He turned to see a young filly in tears as some other fillies were laughing at her.
"Well, what's goin' on over there?" Cinnamon strained his eyes and ears in order to find out. He saw that the crying filly had an orange/brown coat, a dark pink mane and tail and bright green eyes; one of which was covered by the fringe of her mane. Cinnamon focussed on the other two fillies laughing at her and discovered they were chanting something.
"Blank flank! Blank flank!" The fillies chanted with thick Canterlotian accents. Cinnamon looked at the crying filly once more and his eyes darkened slightly. He turned his attention to the ground and grasped a moderately sized rock with his hoof. He reeled back and aimed his shot perfectly. He threw the stone with a fair amount of force and it collided with the crying filly's face, bruising her eye ad making her nose bleed. The bullies recoiled in shock and ran away from her, out of the park entirely. The crying filly's tears intensified as she stumbled back onto her hooves and rushed out of the park as well, grimacing in pain. Cinnamon watched as the fillies and then sat once more.
"Cousin or not, she's just blank flank shit." He said to himself, regarding Babs.
Babs ran home as her blood left a small trail on the pavement. Once she made it to her apartment, she slammed the door behind her and ran up to her room. Her sister, Sunflower watched the stairs in surprise from the kitchen as she'd seen a blur that was Babs for merely a second. Sunflower had a pink coat, a golden blond mane and tail, bright green eyes and her cutie mark was that of a sunflower. She walked to the bottom of the stairs.
"Babs?" She called up in her Hooflyn accent that her sister shared, but received no response. She was about to call her again, but she suddenly noticed the small trail of blood drops on the stairs leading to Babs' room.
"...Babs?" Sunflower called out louder, her voice filled with concern as she ascended the stairs, towards her sister's room. Upon receiving no response again; Sunflower knocked on Babs' bedroom door.
"Babs, please, let me in." Sunflower said.
"No." Babs quietly replied, trying to hold back tears.
"Then, will you please come out?" Sunflower asked, her voice raising a little.
"No!" Babs repeated louder, clearly liking that idea even less than the first.
"Barbara Seed, please, get out here right now!" Sunflower yelled through the door. Silence fell for a few moments before the door slowly opened to reveal the wounded Babs Seed. Upon seeing her sister, tears beaded within Sunflower's eyes as she wrapped her hooves around Babs. The two sisters simply held each other for a few minutes before Sunflower took Babs to the medicine cabinet to treat her wound.
'Somepony's gonna pay for this. Nopony hurts my sister. Well... nopony hurts my sister and gets away with it.' Sunflower thought to herself.
Cinnamon watched as many different ponies began to leave the building as the sun had almost completely set in the sky. He crowd watched, but saw no sign of Fancypants. Cinnamon couldn't help but think back on the Boss' words about the target being observant. Cinnamon decided to try to outthink Fancypants as well as track him. Cinnamon quickly left the park and slipped into a neighbouring building. He quickly ascended the building's floors until, he took the fire escape onto the roof. As the moon began to slowly rise, the light of day had almost completely faded, allowing Cinnamon to hide on the rooftop. He continued to watch the entrance to the building as a few ponies were looking in several different directions, until Fancypants finally emerged with a mare by his side. Fancypants gave a small signal to the mare and she quickly followed him when he began to move.
"Guess the bastard's more cautious that Ah thought. If Ah can't be spotted, Ah've gotta keep changin' mah perch. Hopefully, this plan the boss-man has don't take too damn long. If it does, either Ah'm gonna go stir-crazy or Ah'm gonna get trigger-happy." Cinnamon said to himself before looking into his bag to reveal a disassembled sniper rifle. He looked at it almost lovingly before watching Fancypants quickly move along the pavement. Cinnamon raised his hoof, miming the action of holding his rifle.
"Boom. Headshot." Cinnamon said quietly with a devilish smirk on his face.