While Coco Pommel is heading home, she stumbles upon a bag of drug money belonging to the Nightcrawler gang's leader, Dusk Flight. Now, Soarin and Vapor must protect the fashion designer until the dangerous gang leader is stopped...
Shrill and Trill stood on the rooftop, staring out at the city as the sounds of sirens filled the night air. "She sure knows how to send a message," Trill sighed.
"That she does, my dear Shrill," the purple mare cooed. "And, if what she says is true..."
"If what she says is true, then we'll have way more on our plate than before," the orange unicorn interrupted.
Shrill put an arm around her sister with a smile. "Having second thoughts?"
"No," Trill replied plainly. "Although, I wouldn't be against the idea of a double-cross."
"A backstabbing?" Shrill asked, clapping her hands together. "How wonderful. We could probably run things better than her, anyway."
"There's no denying she's formidable," Trill pointed out. "If we kill her, others will try for her position."
The purple mare chuckled and pinched her sister's cheek. "Then, we'll kill them, too," she cooed.
The orange unicorn gently knocked her sister's hand way. "Yes, we will. But, that would mean getting our hands dirty."
Shrill put an arm around the orange mare. "Don't worry. We'll think of something. We always do."
Trill nodded with a light smile, pushing her glasses up on her nose. "That we do, sister. That we do."
Uh oh! BAD Idea!
"Right," Soarin muttered, backing away from the mares before turning and heading out the door. "That was easier than expected," he muttered to himself as he left.
Arcane waited for him to leave before looking at Vanity. "Were you able to make a copy?"
Vanity nodded. "Of course."
Arcane smiled and headed back up the stairs. "I want to see. Everything needs to be perfect for the plan to work."
I have a feeling that they are not done in this story?
Uh oh! BAD Idea!
I have a feeling that they are not done in this story?