Title:           Another Job *owner found has pastebin*
Author:          unwantedmlp
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/dTbkkYR8
First Edit:      Saturday 9th of February 2013 11:58:55 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 9th of February 2013 11:58:55 AM CDT

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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.