An office structure, branded with the logo of an arrowhead, the Equestrian Operative building, rested in the center of Trottingham, made almost entirely of glass.
Just down the road, the pickup roared as it approached ever closer to the headquarters of the dastardly group. A parking lot featured to its right, she pulled in and stopped with a screech of her tires. She opened the car door and flashed her horn with a devil’s grin, causing her to levitate just above the ground as she stepped out. Retrieving her machine gun, she chambered the first bullet and threw on her helmet.
I’ll make them pay… they will pay! I didn’t think they’d be a match for my parents… but what does it matter now? They won’t be able to match me!
She was out for blood.
Optix, with a smug look, made her way to the front of the building with her weapon in hoof. The glass swivel doors were guarded by two stallions clad in black formal suits reinforced by kevlar pads.
“Halt.” The guard warned. “All weapons must be checked and relinquished to the custody of the Equestrian Operative while visiting.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You do know who I am right…?”
“...? No.”
“I’m Optix, the Death Bringer.”
“Wait… that name… you used to work with us! You have quite the bounty…”
“Yeah, and I will claim yours.” She brought the gun barrel to his lower jaw and pulled the trigger. A cascade of red fell across her face, the smell, the taste of her vengeance beginning to take root… “Your life was the price.”
The guard to the right of the glass door drawn her pistol, but just before she could manage a shot, she already had a bullet between her eyes. Her now lifeless body collapsed onto the cold, dense concrete with a stream of red to follow.
Optix’ cachinnations were loud and maniacal, the smell of her claimed prey drove her sense of revenge to an all-time high. She charged into the building, with muzzle flashes and the sounds of bullet casing hitting the floor to follow.
“Optix!” Derpibra and the pursuing party shouted towards the aggressor, but she didn’t even acknowledge them. They landed from their flight just on the threshold of the glass building now riddled with bullets. The group of ponies looked around with a sense of dread, seeing just how the chaos began.
“We ‘ave to stop her!” Applejack said. “No tellin’ what she’ll do if we don’t!”
“You’re right AJ,” Derpibra agreed. “But what’s gotten into her? Bullet, you said she had an anger issue?”
“Yeah, but she never acted out this badly before. Not to mention that I don’t even remember her ever having this much power before. But we can’t linger around forever. What should we do Derpi? Are we going in with you?”
“No. Stay out here and help the citizens move along. I’ll stop her myself, if I can.”
“Okay, but, don’t kill her, please. She’s gonna be tough to beat into submission, but please try.”
“I couldn’t stomach killing her even if I tried. Don’t worry, I’ll do whatever I can. Just clear out anyone from the street. This is going to get pretty crazy.”