Another Job *owner found has pastebin*

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This was written as anonymous, and follow the chain of messages after it then I found no pastebin link or relation to a name, so in it goes

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ALPHA_AIE

http://pastebin.com/u/Alpha_AiE

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>Day 'Another Job' in Equestria.

>You are Anon; Professional hit man.

>These ponies don't understand your skills.

>You are a hit man, yet these ponies give you menial tasks like apple bucking.

 

>It's been a week since you arrive in Equestria.

>Imagine your surprise, when you almost fell off a castle spire.

>You had just taken down your first target and packed up.

>How you got here was anyone's guess.

>The guards found you. Apparently you were on the princesses chambers.

>Your suit made the guards think you were an ambassador, and after some convincing, you were brought to the princess.

>She deemed fit, that you would live in "Ponyville" with her student and friends: Twilight sparkle.

>That was one week ago.

>Today, you meet with Celestia for a "Check-up"

>"Anonymous! We must get ready for the princess's arrival! Here, put this on. That suit went out of fashion a week ago."

"Rarity, you gave this suit a week ago."

>"Precisely!"

>Well, better not argue with Rarity. You don the new suit, even though it looks exactly like your old one.

>"Lets go, Anonymous!"

"Why? It's not like she's here already."

>"The princess will be here in five minutes." she replies.

>You sigh.

"We'll be there, when she's there."

>"Nonsense Anonymous! You mustn't keep royalty waiting."

"Alright, alright. I'm going. Calm down."

>"I suppose a lady must keep calm."

>With that, you walk out the door.

>Five minutes later, Sugercube corner.

 

>You and the mane 6 sit down, waiting the princess's arrival.

"Well, its a shame she's not here, so I'll be going now."

>"A shame who's not here?" a voice from behind asks.

"Nothing."

>"Princess!" the rest say, bowing.

>You turn around and look Celestia in the eye.

"Celestia."

>Gasps are heard all around.

>"You can't call her that! She's the princess!" Twilight exclaims.

>"It's quite alright, Twilight" Celestia replies.

>"No, it's not! Anonymo—"

"If Celestia says it's fine, it's fine." you say cutting her off.

"Shall we begin?"

>"Certainly."

>Celestia moves to a giant pillow and plops down on it.

>The mane 6 sit while you stand.

>"Anonymous, sit. Please."

"No thanks. I prefer standing."

>"Very well then. Now, how do you feel about Equestria?"

"It's a peaceful nation. No one here understands what my true talents are."

>"And what are your talents?"

"Getting the job done" you reply.

 

>You are Celestia.

 

>Anonymous just told you that getting jobs done is his profession.

>You hardly see how he could be a manager, but you decide to let him do his job.

"If that's truly your talent, perhaps you could take care of my nephew Blueblood."

>"Of course. I charge half at front, and half when the contract is complete."

"Very well."

>You magic him a bag of bits.

>"What's the deadline?"

"I'll be leaving for a diplomatic meeting tomorrow. I would like it done, by the time I return."

>"...Very well. I will begin preparations now."

>You are Anon.

>You can't believe she would hire you.

>You had no idea she was one of those monarchs that didn't want their children to take power.

>Well, it seems that every world has it's own Constantine the Great.

>You nod at Celestia and take your leave.

>Arriving at Rarity's boutique, you hear hoof steps behind you.

>You turn around to catch Rarity, pouncing at you.

>Catching her, you almost crash through the door.

"Yes, Rarity?"

>"You simply cannot walk out on the princess."

"She wanted me to do a job; I told her I would get ready" you reply.

>"Yes but... Ugh! You are impossible somethings Anonymous... Could you let go of me?"

>You let go of her and open the door.

>Reaching around a counter, you grab your briefcase and take a peek inside.

>Your Barrett M98B .338 rifle was still inside with a case of ammunition.

>A 5 round mag, binoculars, and a box of 20 rounds sit inside.

>You close the briefcase and walk out the door, Rarity in tow.

>"Darling, what do you need that briefcase for?"

"The job I was paid to do" you respond.

>When you arrive at the train station, Rarity decides to say a few parting words.

>"Could you give Blueblood my regards?"

>You smile. "I don't think I can do that."

>"Why is that?"

"I'll be watching him a mile away."

>"Aren't you supposed to take care of Blueblood?"

"I'm supposed to do my job."

>You step onto the train and go over your plans.

>Today you would observe him. Tomorrow you would make the kill.

>When the train approaches a large underpass carved in the mountain, you get up and walk to the back of the train.

>This train is moving fairly slow, but jumping probably won't hurt to much.

>You get on the ladder on the back and jump off.

>You stumble slightly but regain your footing quick enough.

>Looking around, you see a easy spot to start climbing.

>You climb the mountainside, and get on top of the overpass.

>Opening your briefcase, you take out your binoculars.

>You look around for Blueblood. You remember him from your time in the castle, before you were departed to Ponyville.

>Blonde hair, fancy suit, unicorn. That was all you needed to remember.

>He should be easy to spot because Royalty always has guards following them.

>About 10 minutes later, you find him exiting the castle.

>You watch him for the next few hour, taking short breaks from the binoculars.

>Eventually, the sun sets, and the moon rises.

>You put the binoculars away in the briefcase and carry it to a gap in the wall.

>You crawl into the small gap in the mountainside to shelter you from the elements, before drifting to sleep.

>When you awake, the sun is just above the horizon.

>You crawl out of the gap and stretch.

>It wasn't the first time you slept on rock, but it still felt terrible the next morning.

>You take your rifle out and set it up. After loading the magazine, you insert it into the rifle.

>You look down the sights and see Celestia taking off in a chariot.

>You adjust your scope to the distance taking notes.

>A doughnut shop was at 650 meters.

>The castle spires stand between 750 to 1200 meters.

>The city gates were 500 meters away.

>You adjusted your sights at 700m, leaving the wind-age alone.

>You would adjust that, after Blueblood was in your sights.

>Taking out a pen and paper, you note all important distances, along with the current setting of your scope.

>The closest spire would approximately take 0.8 seconds for the bullet to impact.

>The city gates would be about half a second.

>Hopefully he wouldn't stay at the furthest spire all day.

>A 1.2 second bullet time could be offset easily at this altitude.

>The open air and temperature would affect the round.

>Using an old trick you remember, you take off your suit and put the ammunition underneath it.

>It was about 10am. The sun would heat your bullets at around 1pm.

>At 2pm they would be hotter and burn faster, delivering a faster, and more stable round.

>You wait another hour before your stomach growls.

>Looking inside your briefcase, you find a power bar. You always carried one whenever you did a mission.

>You eat it and check the clock; almost noon.

>You begin scouting for Blueblood. The next hour and a half were spent watching him.

>At 1:45pm, he leaves the doughnut shop.

>This opportunity is perfect. The crowds will cover your trace.

>You reload your magazine and chamber a round.

>Aiming down the sights, you see a flag. It hangs limp without a breeze to move it.

>There was no need for changing wind-age, or distance.

>You line up the shot, taking a deep breath before exhaling.

>BANG.

>The round flies out of the barrel, shredding through the air. A circular cone follows quickly behind.

>Within the second, Blueblood's head explodes all over the streets, body falling limp.

>You take down your rifle, storing it back inside the briefcase.

 

>You are Anonymous.

>Today was another day in the life of an assassin.