Chapter Seventeen:
Stage Four: A Getaway Car
The silence of the warehouse was shattered brutally by the eardrum-shredding roar of Rainbow Dash's AK-47. The pegasus proved more than capable at keeping her weapon held steady as she attempted to hit the small aluminum can that Twilight had set up for her at the far end of the warehouse. They were all wearing their ski masks again; they had to get used to the feeling of firing their weapons and moving around with their vision obscured.
"C'mon, ya stupid can! FALL!" Rainbow Dash shouted over the roar of the rifle. Bullets sprayed all around the wooden box the can was placed on, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere. Occasionally, the can would spin or slide over a bit, a sign that Dash had managed to skim it with a bullet, but she had yet to land a direct hit.
A soft click suddenly interrupted the roar of the weapon; Dash had run dry. She made to reload, but Twilight halted her briskly.
"One more try, Rainbow Dash, and then you should stop. We need to conserve ammo for the actual event."
"Aw, c'mon, Twi. We've got plenty of ammo," Dash said lazily. "Besides, you said if we stuck to the plan and did everything right, we wouldn't have to fire a single shot."
"But if something goes wrong and we find ourselves fending off an army of police ponies, we're really going to need that extra ammo," Twilight explained.
Upon finishing that sentence, the room went deathly quiet. Twilights friends stared at her with mixed expressions of concern and dread. Even Fluttershy, who had spent most of the past few minutes with her head in her hooves, shielding her ears from the loud roar of Rainbow Dash's rifle, looked up at Twilight, her eyes wide as saucers.
"We're... gonna hafta... shoot at cops?" Applejack finally asked slowly.
"Well, I mean..." Twilight searched for the proper thing to say, but nothing came to her. There was simply no easy way to say this.
"Twi, I... I don't think I could do that..." Rainbow Dash said quietly, the smug pride had left her face completely. "I mean, killing punks, weapons dealers, and tormenting crotchety old bigots is one thing, and killing innocent civilians is another. But cops? They keep the electric chair all good and ready for ponies who take out mares and stallions in uniform!"
Fluttershy squeaked with fear and buried her face in her hooves again.
"Well, what did you think we were practicing shooting for?" Twilight asked a bit defensively. "I thought you all were aware of the possible threats that a robbery entails!"
Rainbow Dash stuttered incoherently. She knew she should've been aware of these possibilities; for the past few days she held the thought of having to shoot at cops, and being shot back at, in the back of her head, refusing to pay it much heed. There were more pressing issues she had chosen to focus on, like just what she was going to do with her bits. Besides bribing the Wonderbolts, she figured she could keep a little for herself. But now that it had been brought out in the open, there was no denying it: if things went south during the robbery, the Bank of Equestria could very well become a war zone.
For that brief moment, Dash didn't feel like being the most badass pegasus in the land.
"Well, I suppose this is a good sign," Rarity said with a slight tone of encouragement. "We haven't become completely desensitized to murder if we're on the fence about killing law enforcement."
"That don't change the fact that we may have to if the situation calls fer it," Applejack said.
"Well..." Twilight began, halting a possible argument. "We don't... necessarily have to shoot to kill."
Her friends stared at her with confusion.
"And how, pray tell, would that be possible?" Rarity asked.
"I've read a few books that explained some of the combat procedures of our military ponies, and I learned that-"
"Woah woah woah!" Rainbow Dash interrupted. "You mean you actually read something that doesn't sound boring?"
Twilight glared at the pegasus. "Nothing I read is boring, Dash," she chided. "I thought you would've figured that out when I introduced you to Daring Do."
"Really? I thought you were trying to get those books out of your mane because they were too intense for you or something," Dash snarked.
Twilight groaned and shook her head. "As I was saying..." she shot Dash another annoyed glance, daring her to interrupt again. "One of the things I learned about that they do when under heavy fire is try to keep the enemy down by not necessarily shooting to kill, but by firing in their general direction. usually, it proves to be enough to keep them behind cover while others can manuever safely around."
"You don't say," Rarity said, sounding genuinely impressed.
Rainbow Dash suddenly had a look comprehension on her face. "Oh yeah! They call it 'suppressing fire' don't they?"
Twilight smiled proudly at her friend. "Very good, Dash!" She congratulated her. "I take it you read about that somewhere?"
"Pssh. I learned about it from Modern Warmare," Dash replied snarklily.
"Whatever," Twilight shook her head. "The point is, we don't have to shoot to kill. If we just use that suppressing fire technique to keep any attackers at bay, we should be able to navigate safely through any difficult areas."
"You sayin' we're gonna have ta like, fight through the streets 'r somethin'?" Applejack asked nervously.
"It's a definite possibility," Twilight replied grimly. "There's no way we're staying holed up in that bank to wait it out; we wouldn't stand a chance."
"Twilight, dear, you're acting like this a for sure thing," Rarity said.
"Yeah, I thought we had this whole thing planned out well enough that it's highly unlikely we'll be dealing with any opposition," Dash added.
"True, we have planned this out well," Twilight said, holding up a hoof to silence any further outbursts. "But no plan is one hundred percent fool-proof, even if we take every precaution to ensure nothing goes wrong. All I'm saying is we need to be prepared for the worst. ... Actually, I've pretty much been alluding to that this whole trip. I'm surprised you all haven't had that concept branded into your memories by now."
It was quiet for a moment. Everypony seemed to be taking a moment to register that statement. It was true; Twilight had vaguely implied several times all the possible threats they could face. She may not have outright brought up police interference, but that was because she was sure they already knew about it. It seemed obvious that they would at least have that thought in the backs of their heads.
"Gosh, Twi," Applejack said after a while. "Now that ya mention it, that does sound like somethin' we should'a been thinkin' 'bout fer a while now."
""We've all had a lot on our minds, dear," Rarity added gently. "It's perfectly understandable that we lost track of some of the more pressing issues."
"I just felt so confident we'd pull this off that I never even thought for a second that things would get that bad," Rainbow Dash said, more to herself than the others.
"Well, now we know, and now we can properly prepare," Twilight said as she telekinetically lifted her AR15. "We'll try out this suppressing fire technique; it should prove to be a very effective method for keeping ourselves safe." She then added quietly, "And making sure we don't lose any more sleep over what we're doing."
"Sounds fine ta me," Applejack announced as she reared back onto hind legs and lifted her twelve gage. "Wonder how Ah'll do with this-"
BLLLLLLZZZZZZTTTTTT!
An ear-splitting sheet ripping sound filled the warehouse, sending both Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash zipping up into the air screaming. Twilight and Rarity both shrieked in fear and dove to the ground, covering their heads with their forehooves. Applejack, startled by sudden loud noise, tumbled backwards, accidentally firing a shell into ceiling as she landed on her back.
The load roar continued for close to fifteen seconds before abruptly silencing, the only sounds being the soft clattering of shell casings on the wooden floor. Twilight, Rarity and Applejack all slowly rose to their hooves again, while Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash slowly descended to the ground. All five of them were wide-eyes and physically shaking.
Just ahead of them, propped up against a wooden box for cover, her smoking M60 balanced on the top of it, was Pinkie Pie. And just ahead of her was the aluminum can Rainbow Dash had been attempting to hit earlier... or at least what was left of it. The can was nothing but a shredded mess of jagged aluminum; it appeared as if Pinkie had scored a hit with every last bullet. Turning back around, the pink pony was met with the shocked and horrified expressions of her friends.
"So, was I any good?" She asked hopefully, receiving no answer, just more slack-jawed gazes. "Soooooooo... what were you all talking about a moment ago? I wasn't listening because I was setting up my shot."
Finally, Twilight regained her composure. She sighed in mild annoyance and prepared to explain the plan again to crazy pink pony who could apparently shoot the dust off the eyelashes of a fly...
As the afternoon pressed on, Twilight found herself becoming more and more impressed with the shooting and maneuvering skills of her friends. If she hadn't known any better, she'd have guessed they had all served in Equestria's Military at some point.
They hadn't started off particularly well, however, with the exception of Pinkie Pie. Of course accuracy was the biggest issue; though they weren't aiming to kill, they still had difficulty keeping their aim in the general direction of where they were shooting. Applejack in particular had a hard time staying balanced on her hind legs while firing her powerful shottie. The very first shot she took (not counting the accidental discharge when Pinkie Pie had surprised her) sent her tumbling onto her back with a loud "Whoa Nelly!" When she did manage to find her balance, however, she proved quite accurate, even at long range, which was really saying something considering shotguns were close-range weapons.
Fluttershy was, predictably, having serious problems just managing to hold her silenced MP5. Though she hadn't had much problem with it earlier when they were role-playing, the thought that she had to actually fire it now filled her with apprehension. She was so shaky when she attempted to fire it that some of her friends had discreetly placed themselves behind some form of cover, for fear that the shy pegasus would lose control of her weapon and end up firing all over the warehouse. Though Fluttershy never lost control that badly, she still was far from accurate. All Twilight had asked of her friends was to focus their fire on a certain section of the warehouse, to pretend there were cops hidden behind the cover of the boxes in that section. She told them that just keeping that area under heavy enough fire should keep the imaginary police ponies subdued. At first, Fluttershy had only managed to make something of a horizontal sweep of the area. It was mildly impressive for her first try, but it wasn't good enough; too many rounds were wasted on the areas to the sides of where she was intended to aim.
Rarity had been perfectly apt at levitating her MP5 with her telekinesis, but focusing on pulling the trigger proved to be more of a challenge. She was straining herself too quickly, another sign that her magic was nowhere near the level of Twilights, and she ended up losing her grip on it more than once, sending it crashing to the ground with a few stray shots blasting out from it, thankfully not coming anywhere near hitting anypony else. When she finally did manage to squeeze the trigger, she was unfortunately no more accurate than Fluttershy.
Rainbow Dash, along with Pinkie Pie, proved to be quite a natural after a while. Her accuracy was significantly better than the others. It wasn't long before the cocky pegasus was making an absolute show of her abilities; rolling through the air, diving behind cover, backflipping gratuitously... Dash was living in her own little action movie. Twilight eventually had to bring her back down to reality, but she couldn't hide her elation at the fact that at least two of her friends were proficient in combat. It definitely put her a bit more at ease.
As for the lavender unicorn herself? Well, she had no issue whatsoever levitating her AR15 and getting the trigger pulled. As for her accuracy... she was certainly a step up from Rarity and Fluttershy, but nowhere near Dash, Pinkie and Applejack's skill. It almost made her feel guilty for judging her more "feminine" friends for their lack of skill when she, herself wasn't much better.
But as the day wore on, the feeling of deadly instruments of destruction in their hooves and telekinetic grasps became more and more familiar... not to mention chillingly comfortable. Their accuracy improved significantly, they mastered the process of reloading, and their movements became so much more fluid and graceful as their comfort grew. It wasn't long before they were all living in same action movie Dash was... and they were enjoying it.
It was true; they had reached a point where they were so accustomed to what they were doing that they were making a show out of it, just as much as Dash was earlier. They found themselves chuckling and cheering as they pulled off impressive feats of diving behind cover, pulling off trick shots, belting out cheesy one-liners from action movies (Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash in particular), and just all around showing off. Over time, they had almost completely forgotten why they were there in the first place. The upcoming heist was just a small dark mark in the backs of their heads as they spent the afternoon laughing and having fun. Even Rarity, whose mind had moments ago been plagued with the horrifying reality that her actions at the City Planning Department had caused the deaths of two innocent ponies (deep down, Rarity had tried to stick to the hope that maybe they weren't so innocent; maybe they were abusive spouses or crooked business ponies or something), had forgotten about it entirely for a just a little while.
After a while, Twilight decided to call it quits at the risk of using up too much ammo. She beamed at her friends with giddy pride; they had learned so much so quickly, it truly amazed her just how quickly these five mares could adapt to situations and not only pull through them, but excel at them. These were not the same mares who had first walked into Manehatten, all bummed out and tired and defeated... these were hardened, professional robbers, and they were gonna take the Bank of Equestria by storm.
It was early evening when Rainbow Dash raised a rather interesting issue, one that none of them had considered surprisingly...
"So, when we're inside the bank and we're pulling this whole thing off, we're gonna have to communicate with each other in some way, right?"
All over the warehouse, the others were laying around, relaxing, gathering their strength. Twilight sat in the far corner, twiddling the C4 with her magic, trying to figure it out. It was all coming together quite well, and she figured she would be the one to plant it on the vault when the time came.
Their attention was all drawn to the rainbow-maned pegasus as she continued. "Do you guy's really think it would be a good idea to use our real names while we're in there?"
Twilight's eyes widened in surprise, both at her normally brash friend's insight, and at the fact that she, herself didn't think of it sooner. "That's... a very good question Rainbow Dash! I should've thought about that a long time ago! Damn... where had my mind been?"
Rainbow Dash smirked, proud of the fact that she had quicker to think of something than her egghead friend.
"So, are ya sayin' we're gonna need somethin' like code names?" Applejack asked.
"Something like that," Twilight answered. "We definitely can't use our real names. We'll have to think of some monikers for ourselves, one's that are aren't too close to our real names, though I think they should hold some kind of element of our real names so we can identify each other easily enough."
"Ooooh! Ooooh!" Pinkie Pie raised her hoof and bounded up and down sporadically. "I know! We should give each other color-coded names!"
"Oh yeah!" Rainbow Dash pumped a hoof in the air. "Like that move, Reservoir Ponies!"
Pinkie gasped. "That's totally what I had in mind! I love that movie!" The two ponies high-hoofed.
"I don't think think I ever caught that one," Twilight said a bit apprehensively.
"Aw, it's such a badass movie, Twi!" Dash said excitedly. She then began explaining things at a speed that would put Pinkie Pie to shame. "It's like, these six stallions come together to pull off a heist, and they're all strangers to each other. Like, they don't even know each others names, they're just refered to as Mr. White and Mr. Blue and Mr. Brown and whatnot. And the whole heist goes wrong, but you never really see it happen, you just see the aftermath of it all. And really, a majority of the movie is just them talking and arguing with each, but they're so fun to listen to! And they're all accusing each other of being a rat and one of 'em's a cop and one of em hid the money in like a sewer somewhere-"
"It was diamonds," Fluttershy intoned quietly, though nopony heard her.
"And there's all this crazy violence and a cop gets his ear cut off and one of them's a psycho and it's just really badass!" Dash stopped abruptly, breathing heavily and smiling widely.
"Well..." Twilight tried to sound impressed. "I certainly hope things go better for us than they did for those stallions."
"Oh, don't worry. The guy's in that movie were total chumps," Dash said assuredly. "They thought they were all professional and crap. We're better than them by a long shot. We're gonna nail this."
"Okay, so..." Twilight began. "So you're saying you want to be like... Miss Blue or something?"
"Nah, screw that! Mr. Blue died really early on!" Dash said indignantly. "Actually, come to think of it... they all died! You know what? Forget the color thing; it's unoriginal."
"Well, I guess there's no point in me seeing the movie now since I know what happens," Twilight muttered a bit irritably.
"Nah, it's still a fun movie, Twi! Even if you know what happens!"
"Whatever. We're getting side-tracked," Twilight shook her head. "If you don't want to do the color thing, we'll think of something else."
"Awwwww," Pinkie Pie moaned. "I wanted to be Miss Pink!"
"Actually, I think you would've fit better with Mr. Blonde, Pinks," Dash muttered.
Twilight waved a hoof to silence them before things could get out of hoof again. "I personally think a good idea for code name's would be like some sort of variation on our regular names. That we should be able to keep track of who's who if we it that way."
A moment passed for the others to think on that.
"So..." Rarity said after a while. "I'm assuming Applejack should be called... Orangejack or something along that particular mindset?"
"That could work," Twilight replied thoughtfully.
"Orangejack?" AJ sounded less than enthusiastic. "That sounds a mite ridiculous."
"How 'bout Orange Juice?" Rainbow suggested with a laugh.
"Why do Ah gotta be associated with fruit?" Applejack asked angrily.
"Because we need to be able to easily identify each other, remember?" Twilight explained. "Your real name is fruit related, so if we give you some kind of fruit related nickname, you'll know we're refering to you if we need to communicate in some way while we're in the bank."
"Oh, right," Applejack rubbed the back of her neck with a hoof. "Does it gotta be Orange though? Ah never much cared for 'em."
"But you are a kinda orange-ish color," Pinkie Pie chimed in.
"Ah always kinda thought of mahself as more o' a goldenrod," AJ muttered.
"How about just OJ?" Twilight suggested. "It can stand for anything you want."
Applejack thought about that for a moment, then shrugged. "Fair 'nough."
"Just don't stab us or anything," Pinkie Pie muttered a little loudly.
Everypony stared at their odd pink friend.
"What?" They all said in unison.
"What?" Pinkie Pie parroted.
"Oooooooookay?" Twilight shrugged in confusion. "Anyway, what about you, Rainbow Dash?"
The cyan pegasus rubbed her chin in thought for a moment before Pinkie Pie cut in with her own suggestion, "Rainbow Bright!"
Dash glared daggers at the pink pony. "Fuck yourself, Pinkie!" She spat.
"Tee hee! Just kidding, Dashie!" Pinkie giggled. "Ooh! I know! How about just Hash?"
"Hash?" Dash gave Pinkie a scathing look. "That makes me sound like a stoner!"
"But, dear, I thought you were a stoner," Rarity said hesitantly.
"No!" Dash shot back at her. "I mean, Gilda and I passed a bong around once a long time ago, but-"
"It would explain why you're so lazy all the time," Fluttershy muttered just load enough for the others to hear.
"Yeah but..." Dash just wasn't gonna win this. "Okay, look, I occasionally wind down at the end of the day with a joint. It's wasn't something I ever did before going to work or anything. It was just an occasional thing to help me chill out. Alright?"
"But, didn't you harp on Scootaloo for smoking a cigarette not too long ago?" Twilight asked.
"Cigarettes have poisons and tar in them. Cannabis is just a plant; it's nowhere near as unhealthy," Dash explained quickly.
"Whatever," Twilight said with a shrug. "So do you want another name, or will Hash work for you?"
Rainbow Dash thought for a few seconds more, then shrugged. "Ya know what? Hash is fine. It actually sounds kinda cool now that I think about it."
"Alright then," Twilight turned to the other pegasus in the room. "How about you, Fluttershy? What name do you want?"
"Um... um... can you come back to me?" Fluttershy squeaked.
"C'mon, Shy, just think of any name similar to your own," Hash said encouragingly. "How 'bout... Butterfly? That sounds almost like a cool assassin name!"
"Um... I guess that's okay."
"You sure, hon?" Twilight asked. "You can have any name you want if it's close enough to your real one."
Fluttershy contemplated that a minute longer. "Butterfly's fine," she finally said with a bit of confidence.
"Alright then," Twilight turned to her fellow unicorn. "Rarity?"
"Hmm. Mine's going to be rather difficult," Rarity mused. "I cannot for the life of me think of any other word close to Rarity. Perhaps-"
"Commodity," OJ cut in.
Rarity turned to her and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Commodity? I don't believe I follow."
"Common? Rare? They're opposites. Seems fittin'," OJ explained.
"Oh..." Rarity sounded a bit taken aback at her own airheaded-ness. "How insightful. I suppose that will do; until the deed is done, I shall be refered to as... Commodity."
"Beautiful," Twilight deadpanned. "Alright, Pinkie, what name do you want?"
"Oh, there's so many I've been thinking about! I just can't decide!" Pinkie hopped up and down playfully.
"Stinky Pie?" Hash suggested with a straight face.
"Dash- I mean, Hash, that's mean!" Twilight scolded.
"What?" Hash feigned innocence. "I had to sleep next to her one night. It wasn't easy," she covered her nose with a hoof. She was then met with a clonk the the head, courtesy of a pink hoof.
"STOP BEING A MEANY PANTS, HASHIE!" Pinkie shrieked.
"Jeez! Sorry!" Hash moaned, rubbing the top of her head. "I was just joshing, for crying out loud. You smell great, Pinkie... like Candy."
Immediately, the pink pony perked up. "I do?" She sniffed under her fore leg. "Omigosh, I totally do! I should be called Candy!"
"That'll work," Twilight smiled. She looked over her friends and pointed a hoof at each of them individually. "OJ, Hash, Butterfly, Commodity, Candy, and..." she pointed a hoof to herself, "Call me... Daylight."
"Daylight," They all repeated in unison.
"Kinda unoriginal, Twi," Hash remarked a little snidely.
"It doesn't matter, Hash. It'll work," Daylight hissed at her. "So, from now on we refer to each other by our code names, just so we can get properly adjusted to them. Clear?" They all nodded. "Good. Now then, tomorrow morning, Hash flies me to the roof of the bank while you all enter one at a time. You wait until I knock out the power, then pull your masks and weapons and get the crowd under control. When I come down, I'll try to get the crowd to remain calm, tell them they won't die if they don't do anything stupid. A few of us will go down to the vault, where I'll plant the C4 -I think I've got how it works figured out- and once it's blown open, we'll get inside and take what we can carry."
"Who do you want going down there with you?" Commodity asked.
Daylight had to think about that for a moment. "You, Commodity, and Butterfly. I think Hash, OJ and..."
"Candy."
"Candy, that's right, would be better at keeping the crowd intimidated."
"Sound's good ta me, Twi- Ah mean Daylight," OJ said.
"Um, question please?" Butterfly asked meekly, receiving a smile from Daylight that encouraged her to continue. "Exactly how many bits are we planning to get out of this?"
Daylight blinked. "Wow, I... haven't exactly thought of an exact figure just yet. How much do we each need individually?"
"Well," Butterfly thought for a moment. "Angel's operation is supposed to cost around forty thousand bits, and I really don't want to take more than I need... so... I guess forty thousand for me."
"Cripes. That much for a rabbit's operation?" Hash gaped. "Getting my tonsils removed didn't cost that much."
"What about you, Commodity?" Daylight asked her fellow unicorn.
"I just need enough to keep myself afloat and keep Sweetie Belle provided for until I can pull in more clients," Commodity thought for a moment. "I don't know how long that could be, but I don't want to take any chances. I suppose somewhere around three to four hundred thousand will suffice."
"Seems a little excessive..." Hash remarked.
"I told you I'm not taking any chances!" Commodity shot back at her.
"Alright then," Daylight interrupted before an argument could arise. "OJ?"
"Welp, we need a purty fair amount o' apple trees ta make up fer everythin' we lost," OJ began. "We don't need ta replant the entire orchard right off the bat, though. We jus' need enough ta make sure we're pullin' in a descent profit and we can replant more trees as we go along. Still, Ah reckon we'll need at least twenty ta thirty trees ta get started, and that might cost us damn near a million bits."
Hash whistled; the figures we're getting more and more out of hoof. Daylight then turned to Candy.
"That nasty, mean ol' lawsuit cost the Cakes seven hundred thousand bits!" She exclaimed. "So I want that much... and maybe and extra hundred thousand for them to go on a nice, long vacation. I owe them that much."
"So, eight hundred thousand for you then, Candy," Daylight said. She then turned to Hash, and she could already feel her stomach turn as she remembered just what the pegasus was shooting for.
"Like I said before," Hash began. "The Wonderbolts are already loaded. I need to throw an insane figure their way if they're gonna take me seriously." She thought for a moment. "Honestly... I wouldn't feel comfortable walking out of that building with less than five hundred mil..."
Commodity just about fainted. "My word!"
"Land sakes, girl!" OJ exclaimed.
"Oh my," Butterfly squeaked.
Candy pulled out a random bottle of water and sucked a good portion of it down just so she could do a spit take.
"Five hundred million bits..." Daylight mused. She took a moment to come to terms with that fact... then gave a firm stomp of her hoof. "We'll make it happen, Hash!"
Hash gave a confident smirk while the others just looked at each other apprehensively. This was absolutely insane. What had they gotten themselves into? That was a question they hadn't really been asking themselves as often as they felt they should.
"As for me," Daylight announced. "The damage to the library estimated to about two-point-five million bits worth. So... there's my figure."
"Gosh, how much is that gonna amount to?" OJ asked.
"You know what I think we should do?" Hash said before they could start doing the math. "Let's just grab six hundred million, take what we need from that, and once we get our affairs in order, we'll split the remainder evenly amongst us to spend on whatever the hay we want." She took a moment to register their reactions. "C'mon! we deserve it after what we've been through!"
"I... I don't want to be greedy though..." Butterfly said softly.
"Well, if you don't want to take anything extra, Shy- I mean Fly! Butterfly! Then you don't have to. We'll just split it amongst the five of us. Cool?"
"Six hundred million bits," OJ said quietly. "We gonna be able ta fit that much in our bags?"
"If we grab the high value bits, the hundreds and thousands, we should be able to." Hash answered. "Hay, they might have single bits worth tens of thousands in there!"
"Ya really think so, Hashie?" Candy asked.
"In a big-wig city like this? Hay yeah!" Hash replied.
"Still... I imagine those bags are gonna be pretty heavy," Daylight pondered. "And on top of that, we're gonna have a long walk back home. Do we really want to be carrying that much weight on our backs?"
"That's assuming we even get out of the city," Commodity butted in. "Think about it; do you really think a group of mares with ski masks and guns in their hooves because we're certainly not going to be able to fit them back in our bags- will go unnoticed? Even in a city like this?"
Silence followed... shattered by a angry groan from Hash. "Shit!" She then stomped angrily. "YOU JUST CAN'T MAKE THIS EASY, CAN YOU?"
"Da- Hash, who are you talking to?" Daylight asked angrily.
"I dunno!" Hash spat. "The... Powers that Be, I guess!"
Daylight shook her head. "Whatever. The point is, we need a faster way of getting out of the city once everything's taken care of." She only took a brief second to think before telekinetically pulling her saddle bag and rifle to her. "Get your guns together, girls. We're going out."
The five mares stared at each other apprehensively, fearing the situation was getting more and more out of hoof... and that their normally level-headed friend was going off the deep end... again.
"Twi- I mean, Daylight, dear?" Commodity called over to her. "May I ask why we are going out at this time?"
The lavender unicorn, who was already headed for the door, turned back to her with a confident smirk on her face.
"We're getting ourselves a getaway car."
Well, now I've got a new challenge on my hands; remembering thier code names. Heh, shouldn't be a problem, though. If I accidentally call them by their real names at any point, just let me know and I'll fix it. Thanks for reading! Keep on reviewing! More soon! Yadda Yadda Yadda!