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→Delvio Ferratura

→I am certain that it’s you who’s behind all the attacks. Ever since you appeared with your pretended ‘confession’ I knew that you would be the one that would bring us down. Verrazano wanted to kill you on sight, but I convinced him to let Full House do the job. Of course, we sent those three mercenaries to kill you, but they were lousy on purpose. What I could never count on was on you getting the upper hoof against House and turning his armies against us. Now I’m forced to make a run for it, or I’ll lose my life; but keep my name in mind. I never forget, and I damn sure never forgive.

→Farsight,

→“This is what’s wrong.” I replied, and began to read the note.

→“What’s going on, Farsight?” Ampera asked.

→I looked at what Rose was showing me. A small piece of paper was lying on the table, hastily scribbled and left as a witness of a quick runaway. I read it up and down and emitted a groan of dismay, and stomped the floor harshly.

→“I think that is the answer to your questions.”

→“What is it?!” I galloped towards her.

→“Farsight, take a look at this!” Rose called me from the large table in the middle of the room.

→“Yes, sir!”

→“Group A, scout ahead!” I ordered. “Group B, search the room for hidden compartments! Delvio can’t have bypassed our blockade.”

→“The scans show nothing here.” Ampera groaned. “I don’t usually trust them in closed spaces, but this time they seem to be right.”

→“Where is everypony?” Nadyr asked. “Where is Delvio and his guard?”

→Silence. I blinked twice and looked at my E.F.S., that simply didn’t show any enemy dots in the close range; neither did it in the long range. The place was empty, plain and simple. We walked cautiously, looking for hidden traps such as tripwires or rigged shotguns, as it could easily be the place for an ambush, but there was nothing. It looked as if there would never have been a single pony in that room for a long time.

→…

→“THREE!” Ampera roared and bucked.

→I breathed deep and got ready for what was coming: death or glory, it was as simple as that. Success would mean the end of my plans for good, letting me obtain absolute control of the city. Failure implied my death and destruction, so the stakes were fairly clear. There was no room for middle ground here, and that made my determination even stronger. If I had survived up to that point, I would live to see another day and to reap what I had sown.

→“Two…” Ampera got ready to buck.

→Silence became tense and tough, as the many ponies that formed our group got ready to face a large crossfire. Some mumbled silent prayers, some checked their weapons, some just whistled a tune. The common trait was that we were all really nervous; although who wouldn’t be in such a circumstance?

→“One…”