Just one thing I want to say before the chapter starts: This chapter is pretty much going to be a total ripoff of a mission from GTA San Andreas. Even the title of it is pretty much the same as the title of the mission. Maybe some of you will recognize it and have a good laugh or something. I figured since I'm already incorporating various elements from other heist movies and games into this story, I might as well go all out for this chapter and just rip- uh... I mean... pay loving homage to a great game! Just thought I'd mention it before other readers get a chance to. Alright, let's roll this thing...
Chapter Ten:
A Little Architectural Espionage
Rarity took several deep breaths before nervously stepping through the revolving door into the Manehatten City Planning Department. It was a rather plain building: tan colored marble floors and pillars, a few sparsely places padded chairs, a drinking fountain against one of the walls, and a reception desk at the far end. It wasn't particularly crowded today, a few ponies occupied the chairs off to the side, reading magazines, resting their eyes and whatnot.
Just ahead of the revolving door was a tall, rectangular arch; the metal detector. Next to it stood a tall, well-built security stallion with a hardened, intimidating face. Rarity nervously approached him, stopping just before passing through the arch.
"Please remove any metal items from your bag and place them on the conveyor belt," the stallion said in a deep baritone voice. He gestured to a thin black rolling belt next to the metal detector.
"I... assure you, I have none," Rarity said, trying to hide her fear.
The stallion gave her a scrutinizing look, then nodded her through.
'Please let that spell work,' Rarity thought to herself as she nervously stepped forward.
No alarm sounded, no loud beeping went off, no security ponies were storming the area; it had worked. Rarity let out a huge sigh of relief; that was one obstacle out of the way now. She felt some of the metaphorical weight lift off her shoulders.
"Have a nice day, miss," came the stallions voice from behind her.
Rarity didn't even turn back, she just continued on her way to the front desk. She kinda regretted at least not turning around and giving the stallion a friendly nod or something. Not so much because it was rude, but because she didn't want to arouse any suspicion or make it look like she was in a hurry. She had to act calm and natural, be polite to any ponies that offer her a friendly "good afternoon" and such; just act natural, give the others no reason to believe she was up to something.
Her hoofsteps clacked noisily on the hard marble floor, causing a few nearby ponies to look up at her with annoyance. Rarity, ignoring what she had told herself a moment ago, shot each of them nasty looks.
I can't help it, you imbeciles, she told them mentally.
When Rarity arrived at the front desk she was immediately greeted by a blonde maned white mare with a big hearty smile on her face.
"Help you, ma'am?" She asked courteously.
"Uh, good afternoon," Rarity greeted with a forced smile. "I'd like to see the architectural plans for the Bank of Equestria please."
"Okay ma'am," The blonde mare said cheerfully. "First I just need to ask you if you're aware that reproduction of such plans is prohibited by Equestrian law?"
"Yes, of course," Rarity replied. "I'm... merely looking for some references. I am a student of architecture and I'm currently working on a project."
Oh is that so?" The mare said, still beaming away. "Are you at the University of Manehatten?"
"Y-yes," Rarity answered hesitantly, cursing herself for her poor acting. Luckily though, the blonde mare seemed won over by this.
"I've always wanted to go there to study law, but I'm unable to afford tuition at this time. I'm only doing this receptionist job to make ends meet for now. How is it up there? i heard it's a beautiful campus."
"It's wonderful, just wonderful," Rarity answered quickly. "If you don't mind, ma'am, I'd really like to just see the plans now. I have a deadline, after all."
"Oh, of course, I apoligize," the receptionist said. "You'll find the plans on the top floor. Just go straight ahead to the last room on the left at the end of the hallway. You may take the stairs behind you."
The receptionist pointed at a metal door behind Rarity. The fashion unicorn smiled and nodded at the blonde mare.
"Thank you very much," She said politely.
"You have a wonderful day, ma'am," the receptionist said with a warm smile.
Rarity trotted over to the door and pushed her way through it. She found herself in a grey brick, dimly lit cement stairwell. It hardly matched the elegance of the room behind her, in fact it was downright grim, almost like a dungeon. Slowly the unicorn began to ascend the steps, talking to herself calmly as she went.
"Alright, take it easy, Rarity dear," she muttered. "You're doing well so far. You've gotten this far now, you can't afford to falter; your friends are counting on you... your sister's counting on you..."
Six levels up Rarity was starting to get tired. The building honestly hadn't looked that big from the outside, but man, was she feeling the burn now.
"At least I'm keeping in good shape," Rarity said to herself breathlessly. "Perhaps I should consider entering one of those Iron Pony competitions when this is all over..." She laughed that idea off. though. There wasn't a pony alive who get her into a mud pit.
After a few minutes more of climbing and stopping to catch her breath, Rarity reached the twelfth and final floor. Panting heavily, she attempted to regain her composure before stepping through the metal door into the hallway. She hoped with all her might that the coast would be clear on the other side of that door, that cameras and security ponies would be non-existent. It seemed unlikely, but who knew? Maybe they were on a coffee break or something... It was long shot, but she figured she was due for some good luck right about that time considering the events of the past few days.
When she felt ready, the elegant unicorn turned agent of espionage pushed her way through the door. She found herself in a thin hallway lined with see-through glass doors on either side. It split off to the left and right where she stood, but she remembered that straight ahead is where she was meant to go. Rarity slowly made her way down the hall, looking through each door to see what was on the other side. Every room seemed to have the same layout: a wooden table in the middle with chairs encircling it, an occasional pony or two going over some documents, a series of filing cabinets against the walls, and a few plants for decoration. Nowhere, however, did she see any signs of surveillance cameras. They would most likely be located up in the corners of the rooms, aimed at the filing cabinets. But Rarity saw nothing of that sort in any of the rooms she passed. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she continued onward. It was starting to look very much probable that she would get what she wanted without much hassle.
Then she got to her destination: the last door on the left... and her heart sank. Two very imposing security ponies stood firmly on both sides of the door, looking very much like Celestia's elite guard. How she hadn't noticed them earlier, she couldn't quite say. Too distracted by the other rooms, she supposed. A sign on the glass window next to the door showed the image of a camera with a slash through it. The words No Photography were printed just below it. But as she stepped up closer to it, she saw something even worse waiting for her on the inside. In the top corner of the room, aimed directly at another series of filing cabinets was a small, white surveillance camera, a slight buzzing noise emanating from it. It was fully operational, just waiting for anypony stupid enough to try and break the law.
Rarity gritted her teeth in frustration. She supposed it was stupid of her to get her hopes up like that. These ponies weren't stupid; there was no way they'd be careless with something as important as the layouts to a financial institution. She had just wanted so badly for things to work out for her just this once, just this one time. But it seemed that luck was still not on her side; it may very well have left her for good.
One of the security ponies caught Rarity's eye. He stared intently at her, like he did to any ponies who came up to that room. It was his job after all. He seemed to loosen up a bit at the sight of her. Rarity managed to give him a small smile.
"Hello," she greeted in a sing-song voice.
"Ma'am," the guard replied with a nod, his voice deep and intimidating. "May I help you with something?"
"Oh... no, dear, that's quite alright," Rarity said. It was at that point that something Rainbow Dash had said earlier came to her head. Rarity cringed, she had honestly hoped Rainbow Dash had been kidding, but now it looked as though what she had suggested was her current best option. Putting on a seductive look, the fashion unicorn slid up closer to the buff stallion. "Say, what's a handsome young stud-muffin like yourself doing working such a dull, drab job?"
"Ma'am?" The guard asked, remaining as stationary as ever.
"Why, I assume it gets awful lonely up here having only each other for company," Rarity said seductively, glancing at the other guard, who could've honestly passed for a statue. "Lonely... and boring. I'll bet it's quite some time since someponies showed either of you a good time." She leaned in close to each of them, giving them both a tender nuzzle. "What do you say we make ourselves comfortable in the room back there, maybe turn that annoying little camera the other way, and I'll give you both a little... entertainment. In exchange all I ask is a few minutes alone with some rather important files in one of those cabinets."
Both guards seemed to falter a bit under Rarity's charms, or at least that's what she had hoped. But...
"I'm married, miss," The guard said firmly. "Got a wife and three foals. He's married too..." he gave a nod towards his partner.
Rarity felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. Her white cheeks flushed red and her eye twitched a bit. She had never acted like that big of a slut before, and the fact that it was all for nothing made the whole situation even more bitter. She felt so unclean.
"So... there's no chance that you'd..." Rarity said hopefully.
"Not a chance, I love my wife," the guard said resolutely.
"Same here," the other said, his voice almost exactly the same. "Besides, our top priority is keeping the contents of this room secure. We won't abandon our posts for anything."
Rarity sighed sadly. The one time she wanted to meet a pony that didn't have a conscience, and she was disappointed. Fuckin' shitty luck.
"W-well then," she said a bit shakily. "I suppose I'll have to take my business elsewhere."
"I think that would be a good idea, ma'am," the stallion said. "You have a nice day."
Rarity turned back and headed towards the stairs again, moving significantly faster this time. She pushed her way through the door, and once it closed behind her she let out a loud, yet muffled shriek of rage into her foreleg. What the hay was she supposed to do now? She really didn't want to have to walk all the way back to warehouse and tell her friends that it just wasn't possible. She had to figure something else out, something a little more... creative. But what? She wasn't exactly an expert in architectural espionage; who the hay was?
She paced back and forth, muttering to herself on what she could possibly do next. Then, another idea that one of her friends had mentioned earlier came to her head: pulling the fire alarm. That would empty out the building for sure; evacuations during an alarm were mandatory. She could hide out in a broom closet or something while the building cleared and then snap the photos; it would only take a couple minutes. But wait... what about the camera? Most likely there wouldn't be anypony watching if the building was being evacuated, but didn't they go over the footage at the end of the day or something? They'd identify her easily; she was a very distinctive looking mare, after all. She could turn the camera the other way, she supposed, but what it the camera couldn't be turned? What if it was bolted in a way that it was stuck facing a certain direction and couldn't be altered? And even if she could turn it, they would probably know something was up when they came back in. Those two security guards would remember what she'd said about turning the camera the other way, and they'd definitely remember her face. The more she thought of it, the more she began to believe that this whole thing just wasn't going to happen.
As she continued to pace, an odd clanking and humming noise caused her ears to prick up. It seemed to be coming from the other side of the cement wall that separated her from what she assumed to be another room. It sounded like an old air-con unit or something, one that was probably on it's last legs. Rarity shrugged it off at first, reminding herself to stay focused on what was important. But then, she had another crazy idea, this one topping all the others she'd had so far. If that was indeed an old air-con unit that was clanking and clattering away, then there was a good chance that it was unstable, and that maybe the use of a little blunt force... or perhaps a well placed burst of magic...
"There would actually be a reason for pulling the fire alarm," she whispered to herself.
No, this was truly insane. Rarity couldn't even begin to imagine doing something so reckless. This was a federal building with hundred of ponies inside it, ponies with husbands, wives and foals. Was it worth it to put their lives in danger for her own personal gain? She already had enough blood on her hooves for one lifetime, did she really need more? But the more she thought about it, the more she began to assume that maybe this could be done properly. If she was careful enough, if she could keep it from getting out of control...
Turning back to the metal door, she pushed it open slightly and peeked outside. Far up ahead the two security guards remained stationary at their posts. Rarity turned to the left, towards the direction of the clanking.
"If I'm fast enough..." she whispered quietly.
She took a few quick breaths, then in one swift motion she slid through the door and took cover behind the wall across from her. The door softly and quietly clicked closed behind her, much to her relief. She edged her way to the corner and peeked around it. Neither guard had budged even an inch, they hadn't even appeared to have looked, not even turned their heads the slightest bit. Rarity breathed a huge sigh of relief. Thank Celestia those guards had terrible peripheral vision. She had to wonder why they were hired in the first place if they had trouble seeing out of the corners of their eyes. Probably it was because of how intimidating they looked and sounded... or maybe it could've just been that Rarity was really good at sneaking around, and she had just been so fast that the guards didn't see her. The fashionista smiled a bit to herself at that thought; she was no useless damsel in distress.
Pulling away from the corner, Rarity followed the source fo the noise. It was only three doors down on the left side of the hall that the low rumbling and clanking seemed to be emanating from. She tried the knob, and much to her surprise the door opened easily. She would've assumed that a lot of the doors around this building were locked considering all the sensitive information they most likely contained.
On the other side of the door Rarity found herself in what appeared to be and old, dimly lit storage room of some kind. Several rows of shelves lined the area, each one with old dusty boxes and containers scattered along them. They looked as though they hadn't been opened for quite some time. Perhaps this was where all the old, obsolete documents were sent, and maybe that was why the door to this room was unlocked; they wouldn't exactly adamant about protecting this stuff if it was no longer useable.
Rarity quietly let the door close behind her and began moving through the room. She followed the source of the noise until, sure enough, she found a heavily dilapidated old, grey air con unit in the far corner of the room, moaning and sputtering like a dying old mare, cold air emanating from it's vents. Rarity shook her head in disgust at the sight of it; this thing was a fire hazard just waiting to happen. Even if she didn't intervene right there and then, it would probably still end up going at some point. Still, the young unicorn had reservations about doing this. As she stared tentatively at the ancient device, she thought once more of all the ponies that occupied this building. They security guards, the workers, the nice young receptionist downstairs (yeah, she was kinda annoying, but at least she was polite, which couldn't be said about most of the others Rarity had met on this journey). Was it really worth putting all their lives at risk for her own personal gain?
"No, not for my personal gain," Rarity whispered to herself. "I am doing this for my sister."
The more she thought about it, the more it started to sink in that maybe, just maybe, if she was extremely careful, as long as it didn't get too out of control...
"They train for this kind of thing, do they not?" Rarity muttered. "I just need the building cleared out; that should be only a matter of minutes. They'd all be out of here before it could get too ugly... and perhaps... maybe if got smokey enough in here... enough to maybe obscure the surveillance cameras..." her eyes began to grow wide. "This just might work..."
By now the only real issue she was having with this whole plan was that the stench of smoke was extremely hard to get out of ones mane. But then again, she was planning on buying some conditioner after this whole thing, so maybe it would all work out well enough in the end... as long as nopony died, that was still her biggest concern. Killing those vile punks last night was one thing, but descent hard-working ponyfolk... that was something entirely different; none of the ponies in this building deserved to die.
With a sigh, Rarity aimed her horn at the clattering contraption in front of her. While her magic was nowhere near the level of Twilights, she could still offer a nasty jolt if she were so inclined (as poor Rainbow Dash had found out earlier that day). She contemplated what she was about to do in her head for a few seconds more. It was insane, that was a fact, but... fuckin' A, she so badly wanted to pull this off, she didn't want to have to go back empty hoofed.
"I must be out of my mind..." she sighed, then charged up a quick spell with her horn. When she reached her peak, she unloaded a bright burst of white magic into the sputtering unit.
A dull clank sounded from within. She had clearly hit something important, but was it enough? The sudden low rumble of flames mixed with the black, heavy smoke pouring through the vents told that it was, indeed... enough.
"Well, now you've gone and done it, darling," the unicorn muttered to herself.
Turning tail, she cantered towards the door and silently stepped through it. She levitated one of the dusty old boxed from one of the shelves over to her and placed it between the door and the frame to keep it open. She needed the smoke to spread as far as it could.
Now she needed to find some place to take cover, to hide out and wait for the floor to empty before she could make her move on those blueprints. Luckily for her, just across the hall was a room labeled: Supply Room. And as if that wasn't enough of a break, the door was cracked open a bit. Either the frame was busted, or the janitor here was a careless oaf. Either way, she thanked her lucky stars that things were finally looking up for her.
She pushed open the door and found herself in a dank, dirty old room with mops, brooms and shelves lined with cleansers, their pungent aroma filling the air. Rarity ignored it and shut the door slightly behind her, making sure to keep it open just a crack. She peeked through it into the hallway, paying particular attention to the room across from her.
"Come on now, where's that fire alarm," she whispered. "Please don't let it be broken or something. Please please please, Celestia, let it work."
A few minutes passed before a jet-black plume of smoke seeped through the crack in the door leading to the document depository, spreading out across the hallway. It wouldn't be long before other ponies would start to notice this. But the alarm still wasn't sounding, and Rarity was starting to get frustrated again.
"Where is that cursed alarm?" Rarity hissed under breath. "Why is it every time things start to go my way-"
BRRRRRRRLLLLIIIIIIIIIG!
A loud continuous bell blared throughout the hallway.
'What they hay?" A high-pitched yet definitely male loud voice sounded from off in the distance.
"Oh for crying out loud!" Sounded another high and whiney voice.
"It's that damn AC unit, isn't it?"
"I knew that fucking thing was gonna go at some point!"
"That's it, Everypony out! This is not a drill!"
Rarity wore an expression of bewilderment on her face. We're those the two security guards who were shouting? Because they sounded nothing at all like they had when she was talking to them earlier. They sounded like nerdy little colts now. Maybe they were just acting earlier. Maybe they were trying to impress her with though guy voices or something. But wait, no... that couldn't have been it; she had practically given herself to them, allowed them to have five minutes to do what they wanted with her, and they refused. Was it because of how unattractive she looked at that time? Well she couldn't help that! She had been through a lot the past few days and... she shook her head. She was getting a little sidetracked.
"Focus on what's happening in front of you, dear," she said to herself.
It wasn't long before the pattering of hooves sounded off just up the hall. Rarity watched as huddled masses of ponies from all directions began to flood the area, all coughing and attempting to duck under the thick cloud of smoke above them. They attempted enter the stairwell in an orderly fashion, but found themselves pushing and shoving when the smoke became too much. The two security ponies attempted to keep order, trying to use their deeper voices again, but to no avail; there was simply too much panic, and their voices constantly kept slipping back to whiney.
Eventually though, the last of the ponies (with the exception of security) shoved their way into the stairs. The security guards took one last look up and down the halls to make sure it was clear. Rarity pulled back inside the supply room to ensure that she wasn't seen.
"Alright, that's everypony," She heard one of the whiney guards say. "Now let's get out of here, the smoke's making my eye's sting!"
Rarity poked her head out again and watched as the two guards cantered into the stairwell. Now was her chance...
She pushed through the door and ducked under the smoke. Moving quickly while crouching slightly, she turned the corner and headed up the hall. The smoke was good and thick above her, and it had traveled pretty much all the way to the end of the hall, filling each of the rooms as it went. There was no way that surveillance camera would be able to see her through this. Rarity couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride at her brilliance, and it definitely appeared that nopony was going to be harmed. Thing were starting to look up for her once again.
She slipped into her target room and immediately checked the the corner containing the camera. It was completely hidden by a torrent of swirling black smoke. Unless it was an infrared camera, which was highly doubtful, it wouldn't be able to see a thing. Smirking a bit, Rarity moved over to the filing cabinets and pulled everyone of them open with her magic. She shuffled through the file folders one by one, looking for 'Bank of Equestria.'
"B... B... B..." Rarity muttered to herself. She coughed a bit as she accidentally inhaled a bit of smoke. "Where is it? I must hurry! B... B... I can't- wait a minute..." she pulled one file out. On the tab was written: Equestria, Bank of. "Aha!" She cried.
Rarity pulled open the file, three pieces of blue paper with white etchings on them fell out onto the floor. She set them so they were all facing up and looked over them carefully. She assumed each sheet represented a different level of the bank. She knew there was a ground level and a level above that held offices and such (it was a very large bank), but she wasn't sure of what the third one was for. Perhaps a basement of some kind? Maybe that was where the vault was located... but Rarity didn't have time to think about that now. She needed to snap those photos and get the hay out of there as fast as she could. She magiked up her camera and focused it on one of the sheets. When the image was clear, she snapped the photo. She repeated the process on the other two and sighed with relief when she was finished. Now she could get out of there.
Rarity placed the blueprints back in their proper folder and placed it back in it's drawer. She closed everything up, making it look as though nothing had been tampered with. She placed her camera back in her bag then exited the room and quickly made her way down the hall towards the stairs.
"I did it!" She exclaimed with a smile on her face. "I honestly did it! I knew I could She paused, staring in horror at what was ahead of her.
The path to the stairwell had been completely blocked off by flames. The fire had spread much quicker than she had anticipated. Now she was trapped on this floor, the intense heat from the flames filling the hallway. A loud crash sounded off in the distance, causing the floor vibrate under her hooves. It felt as though the ground was about to give way. Rarity shuddered at the thought of any ponies down below her. She prayed that they had all gotten out safely. But wait... what about her? She was the one who was trapped up here! To Tartarus the other ponies! She was about to be burned to death, or possible suffocated by smoke! Not exactly how she had planned on going out... nor was it how she intended to...
The flames edged their way along the hall towards the terrified unicorn. She had to find another way out and fast. She turned away from the rapidly expanding fire and ran back up the hall. As she reached the end of it, she noticed that there was a clear glass window exposing the outside world to her. She looked through it and saw that the roof of the building next to her was slightly lower than the window, and not too far away.
"Maybe..." she said to herself. "If I got enough of a running start..." her eyes suddenly went wide with the realization of what she was implying. "Oh, but this is lunacy! Who am I, Sylvester Stallione? I couldn't possibly another loud crash sounded behind her, and her mind was made up. "Oh... shoot!" She hissed.
The unicorn sent another burst of magic from her horn, shattering the window into a million pieces. She then took a few steps back and breathed in deep. Before she could have any second thoughts, she charged forwards. Right before hitting the wall, she leapt into the air and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt a hard burst of cool air hit her, followed shortly by the hard, unforgiving smack of pavement. It hurt, but not nearly as badly as she had thought, and at least now she knew she had made it. she skidded across the rough surface of the roof a ways before coming to a stop.
Shaking badly, Rarity slowly opened her eyes and rose to her hooves. She took a moment to gage her surroundings. She had made it! She had definitely made it! She began to laugh, laugh hysterically. She turned to look back at the burning building behind her. Black smoke billowed out of the broken window she had leapt through.
"I-In your face!" She screamed at it. It was crazy, yelling at a building, but she didn't care, she was just happy to be alive.
Off in the distance the wail of sirens sounded. They grew louder and louder, signifying their approach. Rarity knew she had to get out of that area and fast, but there was no way off the current rooftop she was on. No fire escape, no roof access door... nothing.
"What the hay kind of building is this?" Rarity moaned.
But it was at that moment that she noticed the other building next to her. It was significantly taller, and it had a pair of steel pipes running down the end of it, most likely attatched to rain gutters up above. There was a bit of a bigger gap between the buildings, but once again she told herself that if she got enough of a running start...
By this point, Rarity was done with being afraid; she just wanted to get back to her friends... and scream them silly for making her do this. With another deep breath, she took a few steps back, then charged towards the pipe. With a leap of faith that would put Ezio Auditore to shame, she flung herself from the ledge. Rarity fell at least two stories before she was finally close enough to wrap all her legs around the steel pipes. She slid several more stories down, screaming the whole way and holding on for dear life. It was when her tender rump came into hard contact with the ground that she abruptly went silent. Her flank twinging with pain, she slowly let go of the pipe and rose to her hooves. She did a quick body check and saw that she was missing no limbs and had no massive, gaping wounds anywhere. Best of all, she still had her bag with her, and the camera was still inside it.
Slowly she stepped out of the alleyway and into the bustling sidewalk. The attention of all the ponies around her was drawn to the towering inferno that was the Manehatten Planning Department. Several large red fire trucks sped up the street, their sirens blaring loudly. Nopony even bothered noticed the ivory unicorn slowly making her way up the sidewalk. Her steps were shakey, her eye's were twitching wildly, her mane was frazzeled beyond recognition, and her teeth were chattering non-stop. She looked certifiably insane.
It was a short walk to the nearest Twenty-Four Hour Photo store. In as calm a voice as she could muster, Rarity requested 24"x24" sized copies and then went to go sit down on a bench just outside the store. She didn't feel like moving an inch from that spot. The conditioner could wait, she was dead tired. She sat there in silence, contemplating what she had just done, hoping with all her might that nopony had been hurt. Sirens continued to blare in the distance. Looking up, she could see a thick plume of smoke rising up over the tops of the sky-scrapers.
She never ever wanted to do anything like that again... ever. Yet at the same time... she couldn't wait to one day tell Sweetie Belle about what a bad-ass her sister was. It would have to be far, far, far from the present, but a day would come when her sister would know just how much had been sacrificed for the sake of her well-being, and that a burning building and the risk of falling to a gruesome death amounted to nothing compared to Rarity's love for her. That day would come, she knew it would.
I apologize for the long wait for this chapter. I would've had it up sooner but some personal issues slowed me down a bit. Nothing too serious, but I had to take some time off. That and I'm working on a little one-shot involving Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo (something significantly more light-hearted than this story) and I hope to have that one up soon.
I may come back and add more to this chapter in time. I dunno, I kinda feel like I rushed it a bit. Still, I hope it was enjoyable to see Rarity perform a little bad-assery (seriously, she could be a total bad-ass if she wanted to be... at least in my opinion). Once again, thank you for your patience and reviews! Don't worry, I won't abandon this story, I'm having too much fun writing it! Thanks for reading!