Spike drove into the large and heavily populated city known as Manehattan with alot on his mind. 'Such a glorious city.' Spike's eyes shone at the neon lights of the shops that inhabited the buildings. 'Let's see.. what to do....' Spike thought as he pulled over to the side. Spike exited the heavily armored vehicle with a few stares. A pony walked up behind Spike and tapped his shoulder while pointing his hoof at the passenger seat.
"Hey pal, that guy alright?"
Spike slowly turned to the pony with a plan starting to develop in his mind. "Who? Oh, yeah hes fine we just came back from a party."
The pony was confused. "In an armored transport vehicle?"
"Why yes my good sir, as you can see not all cops are boring, we enjoy a good time. Does that stallion not look like he just came back from partying his tail off?" Spike said coolly while pointing at the dead driver.
The pony could only see from a distance, but to him it looked like he was taking a light nap, and from the color in his face he could tell that he was..what.. maybe drunk? The pony couldn't tell but returned to the dragon. "Yeah, he looks like someone who can party." The pony extended his hoof that almost made spike jump but all it really ended up being was a bro-hoof.
Spike smiled and returned the gesture. "Catch ya later?"
"Yeah, nothing cooler than a cop that can party!" The pony turned around and started to walk off but was stopped by Spike's voice.
"Pardon me, but before you go can you point to the most gang-infested neighborhood?"
The pony looked confused and rubbed the back of his head. "Well uh.. I guess that would be that way about a few miles till you see a few broken down buildings with kids in the streets." He pointed to the right of himself.
"Thanks, later." Spike walked back to the vehicle and started it up and drove in the direction the pony gave him.
(10 minuets of driving later)
'broken down buildings? Kids in the streets? This must be the place, Spike parked the vehicle and saw some of the kids running while screaming.
"Cops!" A group of them said while retreating, leaving a Griffon that they had cornered against a wall. Spike exited the vehicle and walked over the the exhausted Griffon.
"You alright there?" Spike noticed punch marks in her coat of feathers.
"Yeah, thanks, those losers caught me without my friends and the cowards ganged up on me." The Griffon said brushing herself off.
"What's your name?" Spike asked stepping a bit closer.
"Sorry, I'm thankful you saved me and all, but I don't talk to cops. Besides, what do you care?"
"Oh, my dear, I am no cop. In fact im rather...hostile.. to them, I come from a town a long way from this city, names' Spike."
"Spike, huh? I can dig that, I'm Gilda."
"I'm guessing from how much you hate cops... you're in a gang right?"
"Yeah, I'm the leader of the Manehattan Feather Busters." Gilda said while taking pride in it.
Spike thought for a moment. "Yes, I've heard of you, which is why I left my old boring village to be with some real people like you Gilda, could I join?"
Gilda looked surprised. "Well, you seem cool enough, but its not just my call dude. Let me take you back to our hideout and we'll see what the guys think of you. Thank cool?"
"Yeah, lets go." Spike and Gilda walked off into the streets of Manehattan. 'Time for another.. experiment...' Spike snickered to himself in silence.