The door swung open, and an irate Head Hunter stormed in. He pulled the parts of his rifle out of his vest and assembled it. A pony was laying on the bed in the room, and though she was now use to the humans, she was certainly confused.
"Honey, I am on the bed. What you doin' over there?"
"Shut. The. Hell. Up. Now." Head Hunter walked over to the window and used a small, circular device to cut a hole in it.
"I just needed the room. I didn't want the whore inside. So shut the hell up, and I will not have to hurt you." He slid the barrel of his rifle into the hole and used his scope to scan the adjacent building.
"Ooh, such stress. I know a great way to deal with stress. Come over here and I'll show you. Hmm?" The pony said.
"How is a Pony Prostitue even possible? Wait, don't answer that. How is it legal?" Head Hunter gripped his rifle tighter as he saw the target come into view.
"Look, you payed for the room, but you gotta pay ME by the hour. So either enjoy it, or waste your bits big boy." Now SHE was sounding irritated.
"Shut up, NOW. I will be gone in a few moments."
...
Raven Holm had managed to sweet talk the target, a Ms. Light into a dinner at her house. How he managed to do this again and again with so many ponies without being recognized ever was something Head Hunter was in awe of. Of course, it was a secret Holm was not going to give up.
He was standing next to the target on the balcony of her mansion, which, for some reason, was facing a Whore House.
This was something Head Hunter was uncomfortable with, but after all, life in the bigger cities of Equstria was not as... Clean as it was in Canterlot and Ponyville. Manehattan had be fairly decent, but Phillydelphia was no where near as clean and wholesome. That is why the rebillion had chosen it to be the location of it's headquarters.
Ms. Light, who was the widow of the CEO of a major factory that made candles and lanterns and such, turned her back to the Whore House to look Raven Holm in the face. Holm 'accidentally' dropped his fake eyepiece, which was the signal for 'take the shot.' A whisper of wind moved past Holm's ear and Ms. Light collapsed. Raven Holm respectfully closed her eyes. He then snook out of the mansion. Luckily, none of the servants ever saw his face.
...
Satisfied that Raven Holm would be able to sneak out undetected, Head Hunter pulled his rifle out of the hole in the window, and turned around. He was greeted by a the manager of the Whore House, and, by her expression, she was more than a little pissed.
"What is wrong with you? Come n' in ere an terrorizing my girls like this? I'll get the po'lice out ere ta deal wich ya!" She growled.
Thinking fast, Head Hunter reached into his vest to bring out the latest weapon in his arsenal, a 'shock charge.' He wasn't sure what it would do, so he activated it and threw it at the wall. It shot out electrical bolts in all directions, acting like an area-of-effect-taser. On of the bolts arched out and knocked over the lantern that was providing the light to the room. As the room was plunged into darkness, and the two employees were still stunned, Head Hunter flew out the door into the hallway, ran down the stairs, and behind the manager's counter. He ripped out the page that had his name on it, and burned it using a small lighter. He then rushed out of the building, into an alleyway, and up ladder to get on top of the building.
As he scrabbled out of sight from the road, the 'Manager' ran into the street, searching in vain for the sniper. She searched for what seemed like hours to Head Hunter, though it was only about 15 minutes. She finally walked back inside, grumbling. Head Hunter heard her scream in rage when she realized that his name was no longer in her book...
Yes, things are a lot different here. A lot different indeed...
Author's Note: Sorry I accidentally reuploaded 21 twice. Thank you bjork for noticing. It's good to get feedback, even if it is just to hear I made a mistake. Ya, I know the chapter is kinda weird, but it was a sketch I was working on for a while.