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Fracture 4: Dissenting Opinions.

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=Fracture 4=
>You were sitting in the back of the carriage as it rolled and bounced through town.
>Inside the car with you are two ponies and a Diamond Dog.
>+Dust Bowl. Rock Wrecker. Rex.+
>Dust peers out the window. "Ya think it'll be a good haul?"
>"Ought to be, this'n here's the biggest bank this side of the Main Line." Wrecker answers.
>They both continue to look over the town. "Gonna be a lotta guards there..."
>"Guards not problem. We break." Rex says.
>Wrecker laughs. "Heh. Could always bring in a dragon or two..."
>You feel your heartbeat quicken.
>Easy...keep it together.
>+Remain calm.+
>"Dunno, all them dragons up North got killed by SOMETHING."
>"That happen years ago, pony. Need to not be scared of ghosts."
>"It killed DRAGONS, dog. Dozens. I think I'm in my right mind to be a bit scared.
"You're in your right mind to shut up. We're almost there."
>Your three companions shut up and steel themselves as the carriage pulls into an alley.
>Stupid kids...
>Your thoughts take on a blue hue.
>+They are un-tempered.+
>Think they'll screw it up?
>+Their potential for damage is high.+
>"Well I like em, they have the same disposition."
>+Their disposition is irrelevant in this situation.+
>:And why is that? Why can't we have some concrete partners for once?:
>You know why.
>+Because we do not wish to be caught.+
>:Because meeting new people is fun!:
>*Because they'll die.*
>...
>Enough. We're here.
>The carriage stopped and opened its door.
"Faces."
>Your companions pull red bandanas over their mouths and hair as they step out of the carriage.
>Alright, let's be bad guys.
-Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zeh7d53EX_Q-
"Go! Now!"
>Dust runs into the recently blown vault as Rex and Wrecker check the windows.
>"Deputies be here soon!"
"I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!" you snap.
>You hold your axe to the neck of the clerk in front of you.
"You're lucky this hasn't gone tits up, meat."
>The clerk rapidly blinks her eyes, quietly regretting hitting the silent alarm.
>You throw a sack at her.
"Fill this with bits. Now."
>The mare nervously opens the draws and begins shoveling bits into it.
>Wrecker walks through the crowd of cowering bank go-ers.
>"Now all y'all stay down! We're just a few men lookin' to make a living! Aint no reason for somep0ny to do something they're gonna regret!"
>You glance out over the crowd, your thoughts going blue again.
>Sitrep.
>+The stallion near the tellers line is large and carries himself well, he is our biggest threat.+
>+The young mare near the door has been glaring at us for the past four and a half minutes, she may attempt to impede escape.
>Anything else?
>+The sheriff's office is six blocks from here. If the alarm was tripped four minutes ago, they will be here within the next forty seconds.+
>Always so nice to live in a town where you can feel safe!<
>Shut it.
"Hurry up back there!"
>Dust runs out with the sacks of bits in his magical grip. "We're good!"
"Lookout!"
>"Lawmen here!"
>You glanced out the window, two deputies came dashing into the bank while the remainder stayed outside.
>You grab the half filled bag of bits from the clerk and run to the rear of the bank.
"Out the back! All of you!"
-Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kC1RQy0bu04-
>You toss the loot into the rear of the carriage and signal for the rest of the gang to hop in.
>Once everyone was inside, you lean out the window to the driver.
"GO!"
>The old bastard and his grandkids earn their keep as they rocket out of the alley and down the road out of town.
>The deputies all jump at the sight and rush back to their own carriages to give chase.
>As you and your pursuers exit the town limits the lawmen's greater speed become apparent.
>The chariots race up next to you and slam their wheels against you.
>:Gah!:
>+Those need to be destroyed.+
>You throw open the window and lean halfway out towards the carriage.
>You swing your axe at the deputies as they try to harry your carriage.
>One gets it across the nose and another gets bashed in the head with the broadside.
>A particularly daring stallion attempts to grab you by the wrist and drag you out.
>+Throw him.+
>You twist your hand and grab the stallion by the hoof before pulling the hoof and body attached to it down.
>The deputy rolls and skips along the ground behind you, making his compatriots pull back to save him.
>*GO FASTER.*
"SPEED IT UP, OR YOU DON'T GET PAID!"
>The family pulling your cart takes it into high gear and pulls away from the lawmen.
>You flip your axe back into your hands and aim.
>This had to be perfect...
>+Wait...+
>The two remaining sheriff carts line up perfectly.
>+Now!+
>You toss your axe at the wheel of the lead chariot, shattering it and causing the vehicle to skid on the ground.
>The chariot behind slams into the lead one and sent both of their occupants sailing into the air.
>You pull yourself back inside as your chariot sails over a hill further into the mountains.
>The carriage screeches to a stop in front of a rundown shack next to a large mesa.
>You and your partners-in-crime hop out as the family pulling you collapse on the ground to rest.
>Dust laughs as he trots into the house, bit bags in magical grip. "Did you see the looks on their faces when we burst in? Priceless!"
>*This one is good.*
>Dust dumps the bags out on a very large table.
>In moments, the four of you are counting the total up.
>Wrecker lets out a low whistle. "Damn...one and a half mill..."
>:HA! WE'RE RICH!:
>*Money is of no value...*
>:Hmph! Spoilsport.:
>The four of you begin dividing up the bits between yourselves, making sure to leave a large pile for your driver.
>Paying a driver well would ensure a good job from them.
>As you all collect your agreed upon number of bits, you saw that there was still a huge pile left on the table.
>"What that pile for." Rex asks.
>"S'for the boss, idiot." Wrecker says. "The guy who planned this here heist."
>Dust pushes the boss's bits into a bag. "I hear that he's some big problem for the law out here, that he keeps pullin' these jobs and no one can stop him."
>"Just some walkin' disaster area for the entire Mild West."
>Rex throws his bag over his shoulder. "Hear he was ex-royal guard. That why can can't get caught. Knows all tactics they use to catch him."
>*Idiot kids.*
>You scrape your share of the bits into your bag. [spoiler][/spoiler] "You shitlords really want to know who the boss is?"
>The three of them look between each other and you before nodding.
>You reach into your pocket and throw something onto the table.
>The three of them are so focused on it that they don't notice you grab the boss's bag.
>Resting on the table in its place was the rusted and dirty badge of a royal guard commander.
>You yank the badge by its chain back to your hand as you step out.
"Good job today, boys. Might be seeing you around."
>As you leave, Dust runs to the door. "But...why'd you risk your neck if you were the ringleader of this!?"
>You toss the drivers their share and glare back at him hollowly.
"Boredom, mostly."
>It was later now, much.
>Luna's moon hung high in the sky as you walked.
>With your bag of bits over your shoulder, you thought.
>We can't go back there for a while.
>+Five months would be a fair estimate.+
>:We said that about Cowpenhagen and look what happened there.:
>+Cowpenhagen was an exception, we could not have known that stallion would become mayor.+
>:Let alone that he'd hold a grudge...:
>What about moving forward?
>*Find me something to fuck.*
>:There he goes again...:
>*DON'T TEST ME, YOU GREEN IDIOT.*
>All of you calm down.
>One foot in front of the other for now.
>+We need to dump this money, it will draw attention. A replacement weapon will come in handy as well.+
>:Another axe!:
>+We also need to lay low.+
>*Need more work. Need to stay active.*
>What we need is a friend...
>You stop mid stride and stare towards the Northwest.
"Appleoosa..."

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=Fracture 4=

>You were sitting in the back of the carriage as it rolled and bounced through town.
>Inside the car with you are two ponies and a Diamond Dog.
>+Dust Bowl. Rock Wrecker. Rex.+
>Dust peers out the window. "Ya think it'll be a good haul?"
>"Ought to be, this'n here's the biggest bank this side of the Main Line." Wrecker answers.
>They both continue to look over the town. "Gonna be a lotta guards there..."
>"Guards not problem. We break." Rex says.
>Wrecker laughs. "Heh. Could always bring in a dragon or two..."
>You feel your heartbeat quicken.
>Easy...keep it together.
>+Remain calm.+
>"Dunno, all them dragons up North got killed by SOMETHING."
>"That happen years ago, pony. Need to not be scared of ghosts."
>"It killed DRAGONS, dog. Dozens. I think I'm in my right mind to be a bit scared.
"You're in your right mind to shut up. We're almost there."
>Your three companions shut up and steel themselves as the carriage pulls into an alley.
>Stupid kids...
>Your thoughts take on a blue hue.
>+They are un-tempered.+
>Think they'll screw it up?
>+Their potential for damage is high.+
>"Well I like em, they have the same disposition."
>+Their disposition is irrelevant in this situation.+
>:And why is that? Why can't we have some concrete partners for once?:
>You know why.
>+Because we do not wish to be caught.+
>:Because meeting new people is fun!:
>*Because they'll die.*
>...
>Enough. We're here.
>The carriage stopped and opened its door.
"Faces."
>Your companions pull red bandanas over their mouths and hair as they step out of the carriage.
>Alright, let's be bad guys.

-Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zeh7d53EX_Q-
"Go! Now!"
>Dust runs into the recently blown vault as Rex and Wrecker check the windows.
>"Deputies be here soon!"
"I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!" you snap.
>You hold your axe to the neck of the clerk in front of you.
"You're lucky this hasn't gone tits up, meat."
>The clerk rapidly blinks her eyes, quietly regretting hitting the silent alarm.
>You throw a sack at her.
"Fill this with bits. Now."
>The mare nervously opens the draws and begins shoveling bits into it.
>Wrecker walks through the crowd of cowering bank go-ers.
>"Now all y'all stay down! We're just a few men lookin' to make a living! Aint no reason for somep0ny to do something they're gonna regret!"
>You glance out over the crowd, your thoughts going blue again.
>Sitrep.
>+The stallion near the tellers line is large and carries himself well, he is our biggest threat.+
>+The young mare near the door has been glaring at us for the past four and a half minutes, she may attempt to impede escape.
>Anything else?
>+The sheriff's office is six blocks from here. If the alarm was tripped four minutes ago, they will be here within the next forty seconds.+
>Always so nice to live in a town where you can feel safe!<
>Shut it.
"Hurry up back there!"
>Dust runs out with the sacks of bits in his magical grip. "We're good!"
"Lookout!"
>"Lawmen here!"
>You glanced out the window, two deputies came dashing into the bank while the remainder stayed outside.
>You grab the half filled bag of bits from the clerk and run to the rear of the bank.
"Out the back! All of you!"

-Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kC1RQy0bu04-
>You toss the loot into the rear of the carriage and signal for the rest of the gang to hop in.
>Once everyone was inside, you lean out the window to the driver.
"GO!"
>The old bastard and his grandkids earn their keep as they rocket out of the alley and down the road out of town.
>The deputies all jump at the sight and rush back to their own carriages to give chase.
>As you and your pursuers exit the town limits the lawmen's greater speed become apparent.
>The chariots race up next to you and slam their wheels against you.
>:Gah!:
>+Those need to be destroyed.+
>You throw open the window and lean halfway out towards the carriage.
>You swing your axe at the deputies as they try to harry your carriage.
>One gets it across the nose and another gets bashed in the head with the broadside.
>A particularly daring stallion attempts to grab you by the wrist and drag you out.
>+Throw him.+
>You twist your hand and grab the stallion by the hoof before pulling the hoof and body attached to it down.
>The deputy rolls and skips along the ground behind you, making his compatriots pull back to save him.
>*GO FASTER.*
"SPEED IT UP, OR YOU DON'T GET PAID!"
>The family pulling your cart takes it into high gear and pulls away from the lawmen.
>You flip your axe back into your hands and aim.
>This had to be perfect...
>+Wait...+
>The two remaining sheriff carts line up perfectly.
>+Now!+
>You toss your axe at the wheel of the lead chariot, shattering it and causing the vehicle to skid on the ground.
>The chariot behind slams into the lead one and sent both of their occupants sailing into the air.
>You pull yourself back inside as your chariot sails over a hill further into the mountains.

>The carriage screeches to a stop in front of a rundown shack next to a large mesa.
>You and your partners-in-crime hop out as the family pulling you collapse on the ground to rest.
>Dust laughs as he trots into the house, bit bags in magical grip. "Did you see the looks on their faces when we burst in? Priceless!"
>*This one is good.*
>Dust dumps the bags out on a very large table.
>In moments, the four of you are counting the total up.
>Wrecker lets out a low whistle. "Damn...one and a half mill..."
>:HA! WE'RE RICH!:
>*Money is of no value...*
>:Hmph! Spoilsport.:
>The four of you begin dividing up the bits between yourselves, making sure to leave a large pile for your driver.
>Paying a driver well would ensure a good job from them.
>As you all collect your agreed upon number of bits, you saw that there was still a huge pile left on the table.

>"What that pile for." Rex asks.
>"S'for the boss, idiot." Wrecker says. "The guy who planned this here heist." 
>Dust pushes the boss's bits into a bag. "I hear that he's some big problem for the law out here, that he keeps pullin' these jobs and no one can stop him."
>"Just some walkin' disaster area for the entire Mild West."
>Rex throws his bag over his shoulder. "Hear he was ex-royal guard. That why can can't get caught. Knows all tactics they use to catch him."
>*Idiot kids.*
>You scrape your share of the bits into your bag. [spoiler][/spoiler] "You shitlords really want to know who the boss is?"
>The three of them look between each other and you before nodding.
>You reach into your pocket and throw something onto the table.
>The three of them are so focused on it that they don't notice you grab the boss's bag.
>Resting on the table in its place was the rusted and dirty badge of a royal guard commander.
>You yank the badge by its chain back to your hand as you step out.
"Good job today, boys. Might be seeing you around."
>As you leave, Dust runs to the door. "But...why'd you risk your neck if you were the ringleader of this!?"
>You toss the drivers their share and glare back at him hollowly.
"Boredom, mostly."

>It was later now, much.
>Luna's moon hung high in the sky as you walked.
>With your bag of bits over your shoulder, you thought.
>We can't go back there for a while.
>+Five months would be a fair estimate.+
>:We said that about Cowpenhagen and look what happened there.:
>+Cowpenhagen was an exception, we could not have known that stallion would become mayor.+
>:Let alone that he'd hold a grudge...:
>What about moving forward?
>*Find me something to fuck.*
>:There he goes again...:
>*DON'T TEST ME, YOU GREEN IDIOT.*
>All of you calm down.
>One foot in front of the other for now.
>+We need to dump this money, it will draw attention. A replacement weapon will come in handy as well.+
>:Another axe!:
>+We also need to lay low.+
>*Need more work. Need to stay active.*
>What we need is a friend...
>You stop mid stride and stare towards the Northwest.
"Appleoosa..."

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