//------------------------------// // Mysterious Caller // Story: Equestrian Gangster // by InvaderSplorch //------------------------------// Applejack waited patiently by the phone, eagerly awaiting its wail. She broke into a small sweat, nervous of what may had happened to her brother. She held her head in her hooves, trying desperately to calm herself. The phone rang only once; she instinctively grabbed it and answered. "You should know the rule AJ, two rings." "I know, I know, I just worry all the time. I'm so scared for you. Are you alright?" "I'm alright. Honestly, it's you I'm worried about. They don't suspect a thing about me. But you, I don't want to see you die. I don't want to lose you forever. I can't afford that heartache." "You won't lose me, I promise you. So, any tips?" "The only one we have is rust off your vehicle. Other than that, nothing else. Don't worry, I'l let you know if anything comes up. Just a warning, you have about a week before the major banks are barricaded. If you don't hit it before the week is up, head west. WOULD YOU HURRY UP FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" "Who is that?" "That's my partner. Don't worry, I'll protect you, AJ. I love you." "I love you too brother. Be safe." Applejack hung up the phone, sighing a breath of relief knowing that her brother was safe and sound. "Who was that?" asked Vinyl. "Our inside informant," AJ replied. "Oh? Any new leads on us?" "Just rust on our car. Nothing else, they're still in the dark about everything. We have a week before road blocks are set up." "That's good. Hey, what's he look like? Is he cute?" Applejack blushed, "I-I don't know. I guess?" "Ohhhh? Does someone have naughty images of him?" "Hell no!" AJ shouted. "Whoa, calm down, I'm just kidding. You know only you and Tavi know who he is, yet I don't. It's not fair!" Vinyl whined. "What's not fair?" asked Octavia. "Tavi, it's not fair that you and her know the informant, but I don't!" "Because if you knew, you'd blab it to the whole town. And darling, I'm not taking that risk. You almost cost us with your damn parties and drug sales." "Hey, that cash is a nice benefit." "And it exposes not only you, but all of us as well! I have no problem in making that pill sell to those junkies, but if your clients go to a source and sell info about us, our operation is done! Over! It's dead!" shouted Octavia. "I make sure about that." "Make sure about what, Vinyl?" "You think I only make one pill? Oh, Tavi, I still have my secrets. A girl can't just expose herself wholly you know? Sometimes a tease is just as exciting." "What the hell are you going on about?" inquired Octavia, rubbing her temples. "Well, when they're feeling like they're on cloud 9, I use my charm to indulge them. I ask about their fantasies, what turns them on, etc. Then I ask if they would ever sell us out. What they don't know is that I can tell when someone is lying, even under the effects of narcotics and alcohol." "And if they're lying about selling us out?" "Why, I just make out with them. Well, the transfer of one more pill from my mouth to theirs is pretty kinky right? I like to call it the kiss of death. Romantic, huh? One last kiss from their mystery lover. It's so endearing and deadly," Vinyl laughed, walking over to Octavia. "And remember Tavi, I would never do that to you. You know me all too well, isn't that right?" she smiled, her hoof brushing over Octavia's foreleg. "Right," Octavia grunted. "Well, same plan today?" asked Vinyl. "Yeah, let's get to it," replied Octavia, the corner of her eye firmly affixed to the DJ pony standing next to her. "Perfect! We'll go find a truck and Applejack, since you brought groceries yesterday, how about 2x4's today?" "You got it Vinyl," said AJ. "See, Tavi? That wasn't so hard. You honestly worry too much about this whole plan failing," said Vinyl. AJ and Octavia briefly locked eyes, fear resonating off of one another. Twilight opened her eyes and looked around the motel room. She saw the fan was still on, the oscillating blades slowly spiraling around and around. She glanced over the arm of the chair to see Big Mac sound asleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Twilight groaned as she got up out of the reclining chair, her back hurting from the stiff position she fell asleep in all night. She wished that she had reserved another room, but this was temporary as the hotel they were to stay at wasn't registered until today. At least now, Twilight would have her own bed. She stretched, her back popping occasionally, moans of pleasure escaping her mouth. After she finished stretching, she walked over to the large red stallion. The sheets were drawn only halfway, his upper chest exposed. His big forelegs were sprawled across the two pillows. He was lightly snoring, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. His strong pectoral muscles rose and fell with each breath, the mid morning show making Twilight's face become hot. She arrived the previous night to a spent Big Mac sound asleep next to Jessica, the waitress he met previously. Twilight was too tired to care, so she reclined the chair, and passed out. Now, this was the sight she had awoken to: a big stallion, completely spent and happy. She smiled warmly, her foreleg extending backwards. "WAKE UP!" she yelled, bitch smacking Big Mac across the snout. "I don't know if it will fit!" he yelled. Big Mac gasped for air, his brain realizing what he just said. His pupils dilated, fear coursing through his veins. He slowly turned his head to see Twilight standing there, her mouth hanging open. Twilight's jaw just went into a spasm, imaginary words being spoken while her hooves went into muscle spasms. She blinked profusely, her mind racing to figure out what had just occurred. "It won't fit?" she asked, her eyebrow being raised. "Never mind that, just babbling. So what's on the agenda?" asked Big Mac. "Well, we're going to warn the major banks and tell them to beef up security." "Sounds like a plan. What time and day is it?" "11:30 on Wednesday. Why?" "I usually call Granny Smith at noon. Just to check up on her." "Is she sick?" "No, but she occasionally gets dementia. It's in its early stages, but y'know I still want to talk with her before she forgets me. Forgets our family. Forgets her whole life." "No problem. Along the way, we'll stop at a payphone. Deal?" "Deal," smiled Big Mac. After Twilight left the room so Big Mac could clean up and get dressed, she leaned against the side of the car. She could feel the bright sun beaming itself on her face. Combined with the high humidity, she was already sticky with sweat. Cursing under her breath, she reached into the car and pulled out her hat. She donned it atop of herself, the brown ridges reflecting the sunlight off her face. It was an old sheriff hat that she had from her previous job. Though the badge was removed, she still loved the memories that it brought. Smiling at faded past events, Big Mac stepped outside. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a black tie. The suit he wore was black with small white pinstripes running down it. Dangling out of the front breast pocket a small golden chain was barely visible. His hat was a black fedora, also complete with small white pinstripes. Twilight looked at her reflection in the driver side mirror, making sure she still looked sexy enough to toy with him. Twilight wore a black duster with a robin blue undershirt. Her tie was a midnight purple hue, accentuating her eyes. She beamed with pride knowing that she still looked good even with the intense conditions. She saw Big Mac walk over to the main office of the apartment complex. She waited for Big Mac to finish talking with the front desk before she walked around the side of the car and hopped inside. Big Mac started the engine, rolled up the windows, and turn on the air conditioning. A blast of warm air hit the both of them in the face, casually being replaced by the cool icy sensation. They traveled for a bit into the heart of Baltimare, where they stopped at the first major bank in the city, Credit One. Spotting a pay telephone nearby, Big Mac ran towards it. Twilight stepped out of the car and began to inspect the building. Big Mac inserted bits into the coin slot, the recorded voice asking him to dial the number. Big Mac put in the numbers, the other line ringing. He was notified that he only had two minutes of talk time once the call was connected. The phone rang once, the other end immediately picking up. "You should know the rule AJ, two rings." "I know, I know, I just worry. I'm just so scared for you. Are you alright?" "I'm alright. Honestly, it's you I'm worried about. They don't suspect a thing about me. But you, I don't want to see you die. I don't want to lose you forever. I can't afford that heartache." "You won't lose me, I promise you. So, any tips?" "The only one we have is rust off your vehicle. Other than that, nothing else. Don't worry, I'l let you know if anything comes up. Just a warning, you have about a week before the major banks are barricaded. If you don't hit it before the week is up, head west-" "WOULD YOU HURRY UP FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" yelled Twilight. "I'm on my way, hold on!" Big Mac shouted, making sure the speaking part of the telephone was blocked. "Who is that?" "That's my partner. Don't worry, I'll protect you, AJ. I love you." "I love you too brother. Be safe." Big Mac hung up the phone and headed over to where Twilight was standing. She stood in front of the main entrance, her hind leg tapping the ground impatiently. "What's the big rush?" asked Big Mac. "We have a situation," she replied. "What is it?" "We have a new tip. The informant is inside. We need to get the information quickly, so I had to cut the call short, sorry. Is everything alright?" "Yeah, she still remembers me, so she's good at the moment." "Good, I don't want to lose you. I don't need you breaking down mentally. I need you well. If anything happens, I'll protect you, got that?" said Twilight, the last phrase echoing inside of Big Mac's head. "You got it Ms. Sparkle, I'm in your care," he replied, fake smiling. "Good, now let's see what this tip is all about."