Everything in Sunset's life is great. Everyone's forgiven her, and school is going really well. But when gangs, triads, mercenaries, and the government attack CHS, Sunset isn't sure she and her friends can handle them.
Fortunately, some strange allies soon reveal themselves.
I do not own MLP:FIM or MLP:EQG. Nor do I own GTA V.
Sunset Shimmer woke up to the sound of birds, cars, and her new alarm clock (which she quickly turned off). She got out of bed, stretching her arms and legs, and glanced at the clock (6:30) before looking at the picture of her and her friends playing in their band, the Rainbooms It had been an entire summer since the Battle of the Bands, and today was September 1st, the first day of the new school year.
Wow, that summer just flew by, Sunset thought to herself. She quickly showered and got dressed. As she was eating her breakfast, Sunset checked her phone. Sure enough, she had gotten a text from each of her five best friends. While Applejack's had informed Sunset that Applebloom wanted to sleep in (That makes two of us:)), Rainbowdash had said "Great, we're back to school. Fucking beautiful!" (Language, RD!). Fluttershy said she was nervous to be going back (Oh, come on, it'll be fine;)), and Rarity had Sunset to wear something "fabulous" to celebrate the occasion (Of course). Pinkie Pie had basically yelled via text "OMG I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU GIRLS!!!" (Didn't we meet up, like, three days ago?). Honestly, though, Sunset was in a good mood. She was excited to see all her friends besides her fellow Rainbooms, even if she did have to endure the classes and homework.
She was so excited, in fact, that she failed to notice the black sedan tailing her all the way to the school.
Sunset walked up to the front of the school, greeting everyone as they walked by. While she was doing this, the principal, Celestia, gave out announcements on the intercom:
Welcome, students, both old and new! Today marks the first day of Canterlot High's 2015-2016 school year. I hope you're as excited as I am! Before we get on with your education, we have an assembly welcoming both the freshman and our new teachers, Mr...
Sunset tuned out the intercom as she passed the the horse shaped statue in the front courtyard. At least, it was a statue to most people, but Sunset knew what it really was: the portal to Equestria, more specifically, the crystal-tree-castle that was the home of Princess Twilight Sparkle.
Not even a year ago, I tried to kill her and take over Equestria. Now, she's my best friend. Whenever Sunset thought about this, she couldn't help but smile.
Speaking of best friends and smiles...
"SUNSET SHIMMER!", came an extremely high-pitched voice
Sunset wheeled around to see her friends waving to her from the steps of the school. With a bit of a run, she quickly closed the gap before being enclosed in a tight group hug.
"Hey there, sugarcube."
"'Sup, Sunset?"
"We totally gotta throw a First Day of School Party!"
"Hello, darling."
"Um, hi..."
"Girls, you're choking me."
After releasing Sunset from the hug, the other girls all started talking at once.
"So ya did get outta bed!"
"Darling, I told you to wear something fabulous!"
"You're right, Sunset, this is going to be great!"
"C'mon Sunny, you act like three days is no time at all!"
"Aw yeah! This year is gonna be awesome!"
"Weren't you complaining about it earlier this morning?" asked Sunset, turning towards Rainbowdash.
"What, you think I was being sarcastic? Also, 'Language'? Really? How old do you think I am, 2?"
"Based on the way you act, yes."
Laughing loudly, the group made their way into the school, happy that they were all together once again.
And all the while, the black sedan remained parked across the street.
Once in the air-conditioned comfort of the main hallway, the girls started talking about the last few days of break.
"So, Sunset, has anything happened since we last saw you?" asked Rarity.
"Yeah, particularly involving a cute guy?"
Everyone laughed at this comment made by the rainbow-haired guitarist.
"What?" questioned RD.
"Um, no, nothing's really happened. How about you, girls? What have you been up to?"
"Nuthin', just working the farm, ya know." replied Applejack.
"I've just been praticing my kicks," said Rainbow.
"I can't spend all my time out of the shop, I have to make more dresses!" exclaimed Rarity.
"Nope, I've been spending time with Maud!" Pinkie said, loudly.
"No..." Was the barely audible word that came out of Fluttershy's mouth.
"Okay..." said Sunset, followed by an awkward silence.
"So, what do we talk about?"
"How 'bout them weird, new teachers?" was AJ's suggestion.
"Weird?" said Sunset as she tried the combination to her locker.
"Yeah, Ah saw 'em earlier, an' 'der was somthin' off about 'em."
"What do you mean 'off', dear?" asked Rarity as Sunset put her books in her locker
"Ah mean 'off', like..."
"Like one was a gangbanger turned assassin one was a retired bank robber with anger issues and one was a psychotic cannibalistic drug dealer a taste for money and blood?" said Pinkie with a single breath.
At this, everyone stopped in their tracks and stared at Pinkie Pie.
"Pinkie, you might be really random, but that was just..." Rainbow looked to the others for help.
"Dark," came Applejack's reply.
"Over the top," said Rarity.
"Terrifying!" squeaked Fluttershy, who was apparently so terrified that she decided to hide behind Rainbow.
After closing her locker, Sunset asked,"Pinkie, why did you even say that?"
The poofy-haired drummer shrugged,"Just a hunch."
Rainbow checked her watch,"Oh, crap! We gotta hurry if we're going to make it for the assembly!"
Without another word, the six girls sprinted to the gym.
Well, least I can tell T an' M 'bout the cats tryin' to kill 'em. thought Franklin Clinton as rode up to the house in El Burro Heights. He was exhausted. It had already been a really long day. First thing that had happened wasn't too bad; as a matter of fact, it was great! He, Micheal De Santa (the formerly retired bank robber who had family issues), Trevor Philips (the psychotic hipster drug dealer who killed, ate, and raped both men and women), Lester Crest (the nasally challenged handicapped hacker whose house he was walking up to), and some other dudes had just hit the largest holding bank on the West Coast: the Union Depository. Not only did they get the metal without any huge problems, but thanks to Micheal's clever hiring choices, Franklin's, Micheal's, and Trevor's cuts of the score were at least $40,000,000.
Then came the worse part. When Franklin had gotten to his home in the Rockford Hills (which had been bought by Lester and given to Franklin for tax purposes), Devin Weston, that rich asshole who scammed him and his crew on a bunch of high-end cars, came by and told him that he had one of three options: kill Micheal for Devin, kill Trevor for Steve Haines (some corrupt, angry muthafucka from the FIB), or die trying to save them.
But there was no way he was gonna kill one of his homies. Franklin always said that he didn't care if he died, as long as he died for something that matters. And Micheal and Trevor, they matter (to him, anyway).
Now, Lester had called them all to his house, saying he had found something that could potentially change the world for the greater good. Prob'ly gonna be some plan to raise the stock price of Cool Beans, or somthin' like that. Franklin chuckled to himself as he entered house
The front door opened with a loud creak, accompanied by the tinny sound of a barking dog, and Franklin walked in to find Lester playing a video game (Righteous Slaughter 7), while Micheal and Trevor sat on the bed, watching.
"What's crackin'?" Asked Franklin as the others took notice of his arrival.
"Well, look who it is! Our favorite gangbanger!" As he yelled this, Trevor made a massive gesture with his hands.
Micheal rolled his eyes and raised his fist to Franklin, "Hey, everything cool?"
"Eh, not exactly, man..." Franklin began.
"Why? What's wrong?" Before he could get an answer, however, Lester turned off the game.
"Alright, gentlemen... And Trevor."
"Hey, fuck you!"
"I've called you today because I've made a big find."
"Really? I thought we were here to watch you beat up terrorists with a turd on a stick."
Lester, ignoring Micheal's sarcastic comment, went on,"I can't really confirmed anything, but I'm sure that what I've found... Is a portal to another dimension!"
The other three guys laughed before eventually realizing he was being serious.
"Lester, you've officially gone crazier than Trevor."
"Shit, I ain't too sure how I feel about that, dog."
"I call bullshit."
"Oh, bullshit, is it? Well, what about the pictures of she-demons and flying sea pony-like creatures, hm? How else can you explain that?"
"Some kid coulda photoshopped 'em..."
"Or they could of been high."
Micheal buried his face in his hand, "Trevor, you can't take a photo of something that you hallucinate."
"Oh. Well, that explains why Ron asked me why I sent him pictures of my penis."
Lester went on, trying to forget those last three comments, "How about the 200 adults and elders who SWORE that they saw a rainbow vortex AND a blinding horse-shaped light?" Lester looked around the room, "Anyone? No? That's what I thought."
"Ok! We believe you!" Micheal exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air.
"So what's the deal, man?" Franklin asked.
"There's this town to the West, called Canterlot. Apparently, there's been some really weird stuff going on with their high school. Two incidents, to be exact. One right in front of the school, one over at the local stage, which the school was using at the time. A lot of the info that was here before is gone, deleted by whoever posted it. But from what I was able to gather, there's a portal to an alternate universe somewhere on the school campus, and there's this group of friends that are in the center of it all." Lester rattled off the information like a computer, which wasn't surprising, considering he spent most of his time on one.
"Woah, hold on," Trevor raised a finger towards Lester, "how do you know all this, anyway?"
"A ton of kids Bleeted about it."
"If you've just witnessed proof of alien existence, why would you post pictures of it on the Internet? That's like posting pictures of yourself with big guns and weed; you're just yelling 'Come get me, assholes!"
"Well, why do you feel the need to eat human flesh?"
Before Trevor could retort, Micheal cut him off, "That's a little vague, Lest.Is there anything else?"
Lester looked through his files, "Uhhh, yeah. According to these kids, the location on the other side is called Equestria. And yes, I know that sounds ridiculous, but I'm not the one who came up with it. The group of important kids is a girl band, called the Rainbooms."
Man, that shit sound gay as fuck. Franklin thought to himself. Then again, this is a bunch of teenage girls we talkin' about.
"I managed to get a list of the band's members." Lester flipped a couple of pages, "Let's see here... Aha! The names are Sunset Shimmer, Rainbowdash, Applejack, Pinkemina Diane Pie (AKA Pinkie Pie), Fluttershy, Rarity, and, for a short time, another girl named Twilight Sparkle."
"Do we know what they look like?" Asked Micheal.
"Yeah, I'm bringing up a picture now. According to the comments following it on Bleeter, this was taken just after the second incident, the Battle of the Bands" When the picture showed up, everyone immediately focused on the faces, even Lester, surprisingly.
"I'm surprised you didn't look for anything dirty, Lester the Molester."
"Oh, I did, Trevor the... Trevor. And I found it. I'm just not sharing it with you." Lester laughed creepily.
"Can we just go back to studying their faces, please?"
After memorizing each girl's face, Franklin looked down, and felt the pressure build up in his mouth. Don't do it. he told himself. Don't you fucking do it, Frank.
Despite his best efforts, Franklin soon found himself laughing hysterically, with the others looking at him.
"The fuck you laughing about?" Asked Micheal, confused.
Franklin held his laughter back just long enough to say, "Eh, look at they clothes, man!"
The other guys looked at the picture again, this time taking notice of the ridiculous outfits the girls were wearing, and started laughing as well.
"Who designed those outfits, a six year old?" Wheezed Lester.
"They look dumber than Trevor when he wears that flower dress!" Yelled Micheal.
Lester's laugh soon turned into a cough, so they all decided to stop. "Okay, on a more serious note, there's a lot more info that you need to know, but I can tell you most of it later. What I need to tell you right now is which two particular girls are 'of interest': Sunset Shimmer," He pointed out the bacon-haired girl, "and Twilight Sparkle." He pointed to the purple-haired girl in the front.
"Why are these two so 'interesting'?" Asked Trevor, making the "quote-on-quote" gesture.
"Yeah, they just look like a couple a regular 17-year-old girls to me." Said Franklin.
"Well for one thing, according to FIB records, Sunset Shimmer never made it to her 17th birthday!"
"What?!"
"Yeah, it says here that she and her parents died in a car crash when she was just a toddler."
"Man, that's rough."
"Yeah, rough and weird."
"Please don't say that ever again."
"So, why's the other one so interesting?"
"Those kids on Bleeter said that Twilight Sparkle was at the epicenter of both events, but she besides then, she never shows up anywhere near the town."
"Pretty suspicious, alright."
"I've got a question," said Trevor, "Why do we care about all this?"
"Because, Trevor, as Franklin here can tell you, I've been playing around with the stock market, and I've made BILLIONS off of it. So, if you help me investigate this, I will give each of you a billion dollars."
The three killers considered this, and eventually came up with their answers.
"Deal." Said Trevor.
Micheal, however, was worried about something, "What about my family?" He asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, what if Devin Weston sends Merryweather after them, and I'm not there to help?"
"Well, it'd be too risky bringing them along, but I can arrange for them to be transported to a safe location." Lester suggested "With your approval, of course." He added.
"Sounds good to me."
"Besides, if Devin gonna send Merryweather to kill anyone, it's gonna be you, Mike." Franklin pointed out, "I mean, shit, muthafucka tried to get me to do it." He said. It was only when the guys stared at him that he remembered that he hadn't told anyone about that.
"Frank, what are talking about?" Asked Micheal.
Franklin sighed. Guess there ain't no point hidin' it now. "Devin Weston came to my crib earlier, an' he told to kill Micheal. And, a few weeks ago, Steve Haines said I gotta kill Trevor."
Trevor sat up. "So, whatcha gonna do?"
Franklin stood firmly facing the others with a serious look on his face, and said, "Man, ain't gonna kill my homie cause some cat think he so high an' mighty that he can tell anyone to do whatever da fuck he wants. Fuck that!"
Trevor nodded approvingly. "That's some good loyalty there, kid. Hold on to that."
Micheal got off the bed. "So, how are going to deal with this new... situation?" He asked.
"Well, I'm pretty sure Devin Weston doesn't have the resources to track us, and with all the heat he's taking, I doubt Steve Haines does, either. So, we should be safe if we go through with our little investigation."
"Shit, I guess." Said Franklin
"Fuck it, it's not like there's anything going on at the studio." Was Micheal's answer.
Trevor jumped up and, rubbing his hands with anticipation, said, "So, how're we gonna do this?"
Trevor got in his truck and started for Sandy Shores, even though the Vanilla Unicorn was closer. He couldn't stop thinking about what he had just heard. Alternate dimensions? Trevor had seen, said, and done a lot of weird shit, but this was insane, even for him. And the fact that Franklin had been told to kill both Trevor and Michael by two extremely powerful men, yet decided to stand by his friends inspired him. Better than that Judas, Michael. Trevor thought to himself.
Trevor was so wrapped up in his thoughts, it wasn't until he passed the Yellow Jack Inn that he realized several things. One, he had accidentally driven to Blaine County rather than the Vanilla Unicorn. Two, he had been driving for seven hours. Three, the hood and front bumper of his Canis Bodhi were covered in blood, whether it was human or something else, he didn't know. Four, he had left Wade back at the strip club. And five, he had received an email from Lester.
Considering he liked Sandy Shores more than LS, and that three and four happened all the time, he wasn't very bothered by them, and decided to check the email.
So, I may not have the plan as thought out as I was probably acting. It's gonna take a day or two to make the arrangements, so enjoy it while you can.
-L
"Of course," Trevor said to nobody in particular. He should have known Lester hadn't thought of the plan. Just emphasized what he'd thought for the past four years; Ron was a better intelligence gatherer, analyst, and planner than Lester could ever be. On that note, Trevor decided to crash in his trailer for the night (but not before crashing into it).
Trevor woke up to a loud banging at his front door. Checking his phone, he realized that it was 8:00 in the morning. Who'd be stupid enough to wake me up at this hour? he wondered, groggily. Deciding he was too lazy to get up and open the door, Trevor instead shouted "WHO THE FUCK IS KNOCKING AT MY DOOR AND WHY?"
"It's me, boss!", came the nervous reply. "I need to talk to you!"
Trevor sighed and got out of bed. Actually, he didn't get out of bed, because he was sleeping on the floor of his bathroom. Opening the door to an especially nervous Ron, Trevor wiped the sleep out of his eyes. "This better be important, otherwise I'm going to have to cut your eyelids off."
Cowering, the recently-divorced conspiracy theorist looked into the eyes of his CEO. "Another chapter of the Lost just showed up! They've set up base over at the plane junkyard. You know, the one by the freeway and the satellites?"
"Damn, those assholes never quit, do they?", Trevor growled. "Alright, come on. "
As they descended the stairs, Ron asked "Um, what are we doing, boss?"
Trevor groaned; he hated it when people didn't immediately understand things he did or said. "Isn't it obvious? We're going to settle this before my upcoming departure." When Ron looked even more confused, Trevor realized his error. "Oh, yeah, almost forgot. That idiot, Lester, wants us to look into some things in a town out East. I should be back soon, though."
"Oh. Well, in that case, I guess I'm acting CEO again until you get back?"
"Ye- What the?!" Trevor looked at his fixed truck. "I thought I crashed it?"
"Oh, sorry, boss, I forgot to mention that I had it fixed." Ron said ,"No need to take care of costs; the manager said that the owner was one of your friends, so it was on the house."
One of the many advantages of having Franklin as a friend. Trevor thought to himself, getting in the truck. "Well, anyway, where is this chapter of the Lost Hillbilly Club from?"
Ron shrugged, "Dunno, they only got here last night."
"Oh really? Then I guess that means they won't be expecting an attack, then."
"Nope!" Ron exclaimed, "So, what's the plan?"
Trevor grinned maniacally, "Remember the airfield?"
"What'cha mean, bo-", Ron's look of joy turned quickly into one of horror. "Oh, no..."
Trevor laughed and looked him straight in the eye, "Oh, yeah!"
"Alright, Ron, time to blow shit up!"
It was the middle of the day, and they at the old plane graveyard. Well, Ron was at the graveyard; Trevor was on one of the satellites across the street, watching with a sniper rifle (suppressed, of course).
"Okay, Trevor... But there's a guy by the-"
"I shot him."
"Oh, um, okay." Ron said, confused.
...
"But, how did you-"
"Ron," Trevor interrupted,"the bombs?"
"Right." Ron moved on to the warehouse in the front, plant bombs all over the structure. Suddenly, he noticed the two bikers on the other side of the building.
Ron had a double take and put a hand to his earpiece, "Boss, there's-". For the third time, Ron didn't get to finish his sentence, due to the fact that both bikers fell to the ground as soon as they went out the exit.
Ron stared at the bodies for a moment before asking,"Boss, how are you doing that?"
"Doing what?" came the slightly staticky and annoyed reply.
"Uh, nevermind." Ron decided to forget about it, but everywhere he went, no matter how quick he was to notice an enemy, Trevor was quicker to kill them. Even the ones in places that Trevor's rifle shouldn't have been able to reach.
"Boss, I think you might be psychic."
Even through the headset, Ron could hear a very frustrated sigh. "Ron, if you say one more dumb thing, I'm going to rip off your testicles."
"Sorry, T." Ron said, setting the last bomb, "Anyway, the bombs are in place."
"Great! Now get outta there, show's about to start!"
(9:00, Trevor's trailer)
"Woo wee! That was fun!" Said Trevor as he approached his front door.
"We sure achieved a lot today, boss!" Both of them looked the direction of what used to be the plane graveyard, smoke still rising from it.
"Ah, what a perfect day to end the wait before my trip."
"So, is there anything you need me to do before you go? Leg massage? Get some beer? Shit on the ruins of the O'Neils' house?" Ron asked somewhat excitingly .
"No, not really." As Ron was heading back to his trailer, Trevor received a text from Lester. "Actually, I'm gonna need a truck."
Ron frowned at this strange request,"Um, okay, any particular kind?"
"Something that a high school coach would drive."
Now Ron was just confused. Does this have anything to do with the job out East? he wondered. But hey, if Trevor tells you to do something, you do it. Even if it involves eating a dick (not eating as in sucking; eating as in literally biting and tearing off chunks of meat.)
"Okay!" And with that, while Ron went off to find a truck, Trevor went to bed (and actually ended up in the bed.)
Michael felt relieved when they had finally landed at Canterlot's little airfield. It wasn't that he expected to crash, or for the old cargo plane they were using (it was incredibly cheap) to have some major issue, but more that he expected someone to have to check their cargo, or that Trevor would fly them straight into a restricted area. So far, everything was going to plan:
Ok, gentlemen... And Trevor.
Hey, fuck you, Wheels!
Our goal is to go undercover as staff in the school; Frank will a janitor, Trevor's a PE coach, Michael's an English teacher, and I'll be computer science. But first, we need to strike a deal with the principal. I already talked to her over the phone, and she's agreed to meet us. She hasn't told me what she wants in exchange yet, but I did some digging, and I found out that her sister, who happens to be the vice principal, was kidnapped last week. She's talked to the police, but they're all being paid to ignore it by the kidnappers. So, here's our plan: Michael and I will go meet the principal at a cafe called Sugarcube Corner. Trevor, Frankin, you two go to the kidnappers' safehouse and get the sister back. Try to be peaceful, but use any means necessary. Once we land, it's initials only until I give the word.
They were relatively easy tasks, but Michael still had a feeling that something would go differently than anticipated...
"This looks like the place."
They were standing in front of a cozy looking cafe. The sign above door read "Sugarcube Corner: The Sweet Spot for your Sweet Tooth". There were a lot of people inside, mostly teens. Michael and Lester (or M and L, as they were currently calling themselves) stepped inside and started looking around for their "contact". As they were searching, Michael noticed a very familiar group of girls staring straight at him, and quickly looked away. As if he were in a movie, that's when he saw her.
"Over here" he said to Lester, and they walked over to the principal's table. She didn't look much older than Michael, aside from the fact that her hair seemed to have three different streaks of color. There were wrinkles around her mouth, the kind you get from a lifetime of smiling. However, between her posture and the slight bags under her eyes (plus the fact that he knew why), Michael could tell she hadn't been smiling at all lately.
"Principal?" The woman looked up, and Michael saw something in her eyes; something he'd seen countless times before.
Sadness?
No.
Desperation.
"I assume one of you is the mysterious L." Her voice was gentle, and yet it carried a weird surge of authority.
"That would be me." Lester responded.
Celestia narrowed her eyes. "Are you going to tell me what that stands for?" she asked.
"Once we have an agreement, yes." Lester sat down across from Celestia, and Michael sat next to him. Celestia stared at him expectantly for few seconds before Lester realized what she was waiting for.
"Oh, right. This is one of my associates, M."
Michael held his hand, and they shook. Like her voice, her grip was gentle, yet firm at the same time.
"Ok, down to business." All three leaned in to the table. "I've already told you what we want, and you and I have agreed on how this is going to work. Now all needs to be discussed are your conditions."
"Wait a minute." Michael interrupted, and turn towards Celestia. "Don't you know something about what we're investigating?"
Celestia glanced at him before answering "I do, but I promised those involved I wouldn't tell anyone about it."
Michael slumped back in his chair "Of course you did. Nothing can ever be simple, can it?"
"Celestia?" She turned back to Lester. "The conditions?"
Michael pulled out his phone, and texted Franklin: How's it going?
"Right." Celestia adjusted her posture. "First, I want you to promise not to get my student or staff involved in any criminal stuff."
"If they do get involved, it won't be our fault." Michael muttered under his breath.
"Second, if anything seriously bad does happen, I want you to help in any way you can."
"Our ability to help depends on the situation, but sure."
"Lastly..." Celestia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "... I want you to find my sister."
Lester and Michael looked at each other before Lester asked " You mean Luna?"
Celestia looked up, surprised to hear her sister's name being said by some strange criminal. "Y-Yes. I came about a week ago and she was just gone. I tried calling her, but..." Her eyes started getting wet. "... A man answered, and he... he said he wanted $60,000 by the end of the month, or he'd kill her!" At that point, Celestia looked like she was doing her best not to cry."
Michael's phone buzzed and lit up, displaying Franklin's response: We waitin out bac 4 u. He looked at Lester and nodded.
Lester nodded back and looked at Celestia. "Well, Principal, looks we've reached an agreement. Our other associates are waiting out back. We'll introduce ourselves along with them." Lester and Michael got up, and gestured for Celestia to follow.
"So... you'll get my sister back?"
"We don't need to." Lester replied.
Celestia was taken aback. "Why?"
Michael turned around and gave her a sly grin. "Because we already have."
The three were walking out the back door of the cafe, Celestia doing so with a confused look on her face. As her eyes darted between the two criminals, L began to snicker, while M just smiled.
"Well, we figured we didn't need four people to negotiate a deal, so while the three of us were talking, our other two were retrieving your sister," M explained.
"So, we're going to meet them now?" Celestia asked hopefully. She was longing to see Luna.
"Yeah, they're right around this c-" M abruptly stopped, as the group was halted in front of a matte black SUV riddled with bullet holes.
While Celestia stared at the car in horror, M's hand found his face. At the same time, a young black man exited the vehicle on the passenger side, covered in blood. He started attempting to wipe it off, until he saw they group standing there.
"In mah defense, dis wasn't my idea." He was about mid-twenties, and very muscular. The letters "OG" were tattooed on his neck in cursive. He was wearing a white tank top, with saggy jeans. To Celestia, he looked like a gangster from of those rap videos all her students watched
All of a sudden, the driver's door burst open, and out came a crazy looking man, also covered in blood, though in a much larger quantity. This one seemed around M's age, around mid-forties.. He was wearing a flaming bowling shirt, blue jeans, and red boots, all of which didn't really seem to fit. While the looks on the others' faces were calm and somewhat stern, his face displayed insanity. Upon seeing him, Celestia took a couple steps back. As soon as this happened, Michael started walking towards the new arrivals.
"What. The fuck. Happened." He asked through gritted teeth. "You were supposed to keep it quiet." Celestia just stood there, wide-eyed. She didn't know what she was more scared of; the possibility of Luna being injured, or the possibility that Michael pulling out a gun in rage. She decided to be glad that the original plan was a peaceful one.
"What? That's your reaction?!" The older man's voice matched his appearance, as in it magnified his seemingly absolute insanity. "How about a little gratitude for once, huh? We did what we went out to do!"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, really!"
Even though she hadn't even been in their vicinity for more than 3 minutes, Celestia could tell that they bantered like this often. It almost made her laugh.
"Well then, where is she?" The crazy man backed up a bit and opened the rear door. Celestia could hear struggling coming from the opening. M just stood there staring in for a few seconds before turning to the crazy man. "You found her like that, right?"
"Of course!"
M then stared at the man for a few seconds before turning to the gangster, who had managed to wipe off most of the blood and was leaning against the wall, watching the argument.
"Yeah, dat's how we found her."
M just sighed and started fiddling around with something in the car. Meanwhile, the new arrivals had just noticed Celestia's presence.
"Well, helllooooooo, missy!" The crazy one called to her before licking his lips and moving towards her. Every cell in her body was screaming "run" until the the other grabbed him.
"No harassment in the workplace, T. Not on my watch." He said before turning to Celestia. "Don't mind him; he be creepin' round everybody." Strangely enough, the younger one was rather calming.
"Done." M said as Luna got out of the car. Upon seeing her sister, Celestia ran toward her and gave her the biggest hug she'd ever give.
"I was so worried about you!" Celestia pulled back to study Luna's grizzled hair and dirty face. "You din't get hurt, did you?"
Luna smiled a little, wiping the wetness out of her eyes,. " A little. But they put a quick stop to that." She gestured to the two blood=covered men. "Who are they, by the way?"
"I was just wondering about that, myself." Celestia said as she turned a round and crossed he arms expectantly.
"Trevor Philips, at your service!" the crazy one yelled.
"Franklin Clinton" said the gangster.
"Michael De Santa" said M.
"And last, but certainly not least," L said as he held out his hand to Celestia,"Lester Crest."
Celestia smiled for the first time in a while, and shook Lester's hand. "You drive a hard bargain, gentlemen."