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// BONUS: Framing the Fine Art$ Day 2 (loud) 
// Story: An Eque$trian Payday 
// by The card holder 
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"This guy looks like a right wanker."

"You wouldn't be wrong. This guy's name is Blueblood, and he is notorious for being one of the most unlikable ponies in Canterlot. It shouldn't be hard to get him arrested for our crimes."

Suddenly, Hoxton heard footsteps, and a guard came into the room and noticed him. He started drawing his gun, but the Brit was faster on the draw, and cleanly shot him in the head. Unfortunately, as the guard hit the ground, his gun went off, alerting the entire apartment.

"Fucking bollocks!"

"Shit, alarm's up, now we can't frame this guy. Unless... Hold on, I have an idea."

After the other guards were quickly dealt with, stealth being abandoned, the crew regrouped in the bedroom.

"Guys, someone like Blueblood is likely to have some dirt on him. We can't frame him for stealing the art, but maybe we won't have to. Find a computer of his, or something."

Quickly, the crew got to work, as the sound of police choppers drew near. While searching, Wolf came across a laptop. "I got it!"

"Great, now see if he has a server room or something similar. We can upload any incriminating data straight to the press."

After a short bit of searching, Dallas found what they were looking for. Wolf was right behind him, and quickly plugged the laptop in. After a few moments of rapid typing, Wolf stood back. "All yours, Bain!"

"Alright, give me a minute... In the meantime, you got cops on the scene, deal with them."

After tossing down any supplies they had, Chains and Hoxton ran to the roof, where a squad of SWAT units were already in place. It only took a few well-aimed shots to send their helmets flying.

"Woah, that was fast! I found some details of Blueblood doing all kinds of illicit deals... drugs, prostitutes, even a few arms deals!"

Back inside, Dallas and Wolf held off their own wave of cops, occasionally calling out then gunning down Tazers and Shields. 

Suddenly, the computer screen blinked off, and the lights in the apartment shut off.

"Guys, they cut the power, get it back up!"

Moving swiftly, Dallas cut through the horde of cops, arriving at a power switch. Flipping it back in place, the lights came back on, and Wolf quickly reconnected Bain.

"Alright, I'm back, keep those sons of bitches off the power if you wanna make it!"

"BULLDOZER!"

Back on the roof, Hoxton and Chains had their own set of problems, in the form of a heavily-armored foe.

"BULLDOZER! Make way!" the fearsome special unit bellowed to his fellow cops, his thudding footsteps bringing him closer to the two.

Undeterred, Chains began to spray into his face plate, breaking off bits and pieces of his armor. Eventually, the glass on his face cracked, then shattered. His mag running dry, Chains got back into cover.

"I'll still fuck you up, visor or no visor!" the Dozer taunted, his voice now unobstructed by armor plating. Hoxton popped out next, and fired a single round from his rifle into his face, sending him crashing to the ground. "Bulldozer's dead!"

The nearby SWAT units cowered behind cover. "Someone wanna tell me who the FUCK we're fighting here?!" one of them shouted, firing blindly around cover.

"I think that's the fucking Payday gang!" another answered back, currently reloading.

"I got some footage of Blueblood doing a deal! It is insane! He sure is a showoff!"

Eventually, the assault began to die down, as the cops retreated to reassess the situation and lick their wounds.

"That sure was an ass-kicking you just handed out, but I hear they're sending in heavier units now, so stay alert!"

While watching the roof for more cops, Hoxton spotted a good amount of choppers flying around, and even a few lone pegasi snapping pictures. "Looks like we're gonna be front page news, boys, smile for the cameras!"

Chains chuckled. "I hope they get my good side!"

"Alright, aaaand... done, every inch of his hard drive is uploaded to the press. Now to get you guys out of there. With all the media choppers flying around, no one will look twice at your escape bird."

Wolf and Dallas met Hoxton and Chains at the roof, where they got to higher ground. "We're pretty exposed here, that pilot better be fast!" Wolf said.

Not too far away, they spotted a police chopper dropping off heavily armed SWAT units on an adjacent rooftop. 

"Alright, it's coming in!"

Another chopper entered the mess of news choppers, and this one flew dangerously close to the roof. Once it was close enough, the crew piled in, and the chopper lifted off, the cops holding their fire in fear of hitting a civilian aircraft.

Once they were a few blocks away, the chopper hovered above an empty street, where the gang jumped out. Shortly after, the chopper flew off, and a van drove up, its back doors open. The crew piled into the new vehicle and they were off, the sirens in the distance fading away.

"Well that could've gone better," Hoxton admitted.

"Don't sweat it, we got out just fine," Dallas said. "Besides, I'm never really a fan of plan A anyway."

"Regardless, nice work, gentlemen. It wasn't what we were going for, but our client should still be pleased with what we could do. Those pieces of art you stole should fetch a fair price, if nothing else."

As the van approached their safe house, Chains leaned back. "Same shit, different city, right?"

The others agreed, and the van pulled into the safehouse's hidden garage.