I woke up next to the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen; a gorgeous mare holding a powerful handgun.

"Christ," I said, "Must've been one hell of a night." I was trying be suave through the two dozen jackhammers pulling double shifts inside my skull.

"Yeah, it's amazing what a few cocktails and a couple of roofies will do to a stallion" she said. There was almost as much cold steel in her voice as there was in her hoof, and I began to suspect last night hadn't been as much fun and games as I had thought. Things didn't get much better when I realized she had tied my arms and legs to the bedposts with torn up sheets.

"Yeesh," I said, "sexy and kinky? I must've hit the jackpot!"

"Drop the cool guy act, Wesker" she pointed the gun at me. "We're not playing games anymore, and if you don't tell me what I want to know, your brains will paint this room red."

Though her hoof trembled slightly, there was cold blooded determination in her eyes. This dame meant business.

"What did you want to know?"

"You work for Vito Corlepony, the crime boss?"

I knew that ratting on the number one mobster in Manehatten would mean a one-way ticket to the bottom of the East River wearing concrete overshoes, but one look into those mesmerizing lavender eyes and I knew I couldn't resist her. What can I say? I've always been a romantic at heart.

"I've pulled jobs for him every now and then, sure. What's it to you, sweetcheeks?

She pulled back the hammer on the gun. "Watch your mouth, prettyboy, I'm asking the questions here. You were once hired out as his personal body guard for a short time a few months back?"

"Yeah, I watched his back for a couple weeks."

"I need you to tell me how to get past his security detail so I can put a bullet in his head."

I paused, considering the mare's demands. They weren't entirely unbelievable, lots of people could be holding grudges against the Godpony.

"Well, girly, getting the bullet in his head isn't really the hard part. The hard part is getting away from the bullets that'll be whizzing towards you once the job is done. Even after they die, Mob Bosses can hold a powerful grudge."

"I don't care about that. Once he's gone, they can shoot m up all they want." Tears started to well up in her pretty purple eyes. "Carlepony's goons shot my father in the head 10 years ago for a crime he didn't commit. Once the man who did it is dead and daddy's soul can rest in peace, all I wanna do is join him".

I stared blankly at her again, her story touching something very deep and very personal in my heart that hadn't been touched in years. This dame certainly meant business.