Head Hunter was finishing loading his pistol for the night's hit, a Mr. Clyde Pie, when suddenly his room went dark. Raven Holm tried to relight the lantern, but it was no use. Mere moments after the darkness took the room, a pale blue light shown in from the window. Moving over to it, Head Hunter saw that it was coming from the moon itself, and a folder letter appeared when he unconsciously stretched out his hand.
It was printed in what appeared to be royal parchment. Head Hunter unfolded it and read it aloud.
"Plans have changed. Dr. Time Turner, also known as 'Doctor Whooves." Take him out. Tonight. Skip any before him, come back to them later. Laboratory is three blocks from Beating Wings Gym. South."
Raven Holm listened with growing suspicion. "How are we to know that this is really from HER?"
Head Hunter presented his companion with the note. "At the bottom left, where people usually sign their name, there is a dark blue ink splotch, with a white moon in the middle." He folded the paper and tuck it into his vest. "And it came from the moon, so there's that."
"But we are not ready! We need at least one-"
"No. She said tonight. He Dies. TONIGHT."
...
Head Hunter slipped into an open window of Whoove's laboratory less than an hour later. He heard mumbling coming from further inside. He could not understand what was being said, but it was clear that the doctor was talking to himself. As the sniper snook deeper into building, the voice was becoming more and more understandable.
"So the crown doesn't want me help? So be it. I am happy in my new home. The rebellion supports my work! They gave me this lab! They gave me resources! And I am so close!... To tonight. It will be done tonight! They will laugh at me no longer after this!"
Head Hunter stopped at the door leading into the room that contained the pony. He could see flashing lights from some machine, so he assumed that the Doctor was turned the other way. He slowly slid open the door and crept through. The target was indeed working on some sort of portal device. Head Hunter pulled out his rifle.
"You have had enough fun, Doctor. Your Time is up!" He said, stepping out of the shadows.
"Time? Hm hm. Time indeed!" Replied the scientist, not ever turning around.
"Wha- what the hell are you doing?"
"This machine will transport any object or being to any part it time! What does it look like?"
Head Hunter tilted his head, confused. "Uh, it looks like a red outhouse."
The Doctor gave an exasperated sigh. "That is cuase the blue one is copyrighted! It is a time machine."
Head Hunter raised his rifle again. "Ya, well no Time to chat, but your Time is up, Doctor!" He fired his rifle right at the doctor's head.
...
Raven Holm paced anxously in his hotel room. He didn't like it. He didn't know what the target was doing, or if he had any friends or family in the area. Head Hunter was flying blind.
It was Raven Holm's job to know what was happening where, to have information on the target, and to be inside to make sure it went smoothly. But all he could do now is wait.
Of course, Head Hunter was more than capable of taking care of himself. After all, he did carry enough weapons to remove a small army before having to reload even one of his weapons.
And, after all, Princess Luna herself ordered this hit. She must be sure of the sniper's success to skip three targets.
Still, Raven Holm was somewhat a creature of habit, as he wanted to be at the hit, using his silver tongue to make sure the hit went smoothly. He did not like inaction.
But all he could do is wait.
...
The Doctor known as 'Whooves' dodged the bullet and ran into his so called 'time machine.' Head Hunter let out a frustrated grunt as he slung he rifle and pulled his machete. It was going to be close quarters inside.
Head Hunter edged inside the machine to see his target furiosly typeing away at his keyboard. The science pony turned.
"It's almost finished! Just let me finish!" He hit a large the button implied to be the ignition of the machine. It let out a moan, but nothing else happened. "What? No! It has to work! It will work!"
"No. It will not work. And with you dead, who ever will finish it?" Head Hunter said, sarcastically.
"No... No... My life's work is so close, yet you take it way from me? Why?" The pony was on the virge of hysteria.
"Orders are Orders. Your death warrent came down from the crown itself. And I foll-" CLANK. "What the hell was that?"
Doctor Whooves suddenly shown a grin of pure joy. "It's working! It's working! Let all known that I, Dr. Whooves made a time machine! Let them know at tr-"
What ever he was going to say was cut off by an explosion from inside the machine. Head Hunter's world went white, the. He blacked out.
...
Raven Holm went running down the road when he heard the explosion. The whole building was leveled, but the buildings next to it were mostly untouched due to an enchatment that was out inplace to minumize the damage of fires.
He was sure that he would never find Head Hunter in the rubble.
But now his blood was on Raven Holm's head. Luna will not be pleased.