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// Story: An Eque$trian Payday 
// by The card holder 
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"Sir, Mr. Anderson is here to see you."

The man took a break from the piles of paperwork on his desk to lean back and sigh, before pressing a button on his phone. "Send him in."

A moment later, another man entered the office, looking very similar to a child preparing to be scolded by their parent. 

Not even waiting for Anderson to start, the man at the desk began talking. "Now, we both know exactly why you're here, so I'm not gonna mince any words." Suddenly, the man stood up, and glared daggers at Anderson. "What the everliving FUCK were you thinking?!"

Anderson flinched. "Sir, I-"

"Don't give me that 'Sir, I' bullshit! Tell me what the hell you were doing!"

Anderson hesitated. "Well, sir, my team had several leads saying that the princess had some highly wanted criminals in her custody, so-"

"So you fucking send out a squad of heavily armored and armed units to snatch them? With the princess right there? Without telling her anything about your plans?!"

"Sir-"

"It's fucking foreign policy 101, Anderson! Don't send armed units anywhere near another country's leader without getting their okay with it first!" The man fell back in his chair, temporarily exhausted. He gestured to the mountains of papers on his desk. "Look at all the shit I have to do now, thanks to your little adventure. The FBI fucks up, so of course the CIA has to clean up what could technically be seen as an act of fucking war. Christ..."

"Sir, if I may?" Anderson spoke up, gaining a small amount of confidence. "In my defense, those criminals were none other than those clown bastards, the Payday gang."

Slowly, the man looked at Anderson, before jumping back out of his seat, his face red with rage. "I don't care if it was fucking Hitler back from the dead and stealing candy from blind orphans! You fucking tell the country's leader, first! It's that fucking simple!"

The man calmed down again. "Hell of a shitstorm you caused, Anderson. Equestrians are calling foul, rightly so, I may add, and our people aren't feeling very keen on what happened, either. So I gotta help set up dates for the big man himself, so this can all be sorted out."

Anderson looked to the ground. "I'm sorry sir, I won't make the same mistake next-"

"Next time?" The man suddenly began to laugh. "Oh- Oh, that's fucking rich. There won't be a next time, Anderson. You're fucking done."

"What-?"

"You heard me. Get your shit, get the hell out of your office, and I suggest you move very, very far away. I hear Alaska's nice this time of year."

Anderson stepped forward. "Sir, you can't-"

"Like hell I can't!" The man stood up again. "You fucked up big time, Anderson, simple as that. If I let you stay in your cushy position on top of the FBI, what's gonna happen next, huh? Gonna end up poking Russia too far? Or maybe you'll have your men storm Parliament. It's a simple fix, Anderson. Someone, you, fucked up tremendously, and to prevent it from happening again, that person, again, you, has to go."

"You can't do that. You have no authority over-!"

"You're right. I don't. That's why the President himself told me to break the news to you. You don't believe me, here." The man threw one of the papers toward Anderson. "You know how soft-spoken he is, coming from him, it wouldn't hold the same weight. Or maybe he'd completely blow his top and strangle you. Either way, it's a good thing he's the one patching up relations with Equestria, and not me. Now, get the fuck out of my office."

Looking at the ground, Anderson wordlessly did so. The man leaned back again, holding his face in his hands as his anger gave way to exhaustion.

Soon after, his phone beeped again. "Sir?"

"What is it, Judy?"

"The President wants your input on where peace talks with Equestria should take place."

Looking at a map of the US on one of his walls, the man paused to think. Eventually, he came up with an answer. "How about Miami? It's a pretty nice place."

"Alright, sir, I'll tell him."

The man once again leaned back in his chair, looking at the papers cluttering his desk. He wasn't even halfway through yet.

"Shit..."



"You have- One- New- Message."

*BEEP*

"Hey, it's 'Don' from Hotel Blue. Some urgent business came up, and our receptionist went home due to stomach problems... And we have some VIP's who are staying with us today! Make sure you give them a great stay... That will be your top priority this evening! And remember, be sure to wear something classy!"

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