This is a My Little Pony Fan Fiction. If you do not like talking ponies that come in different colors, please run away to safety.



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STH Productions Presents

The Sequel to Dirty Harry

Magnum Force

Starring

The San Franciscolt Police Department

Dirty Harry
Lieutenant Briggs
Early Joe
Charlie McCoy
John Davis
Phil Sweet
Rick Jones
Max McGarrett
Mercury
Ryan

Innocent ponies

Mary, and her little ponies
Sunny
Black Mare

Bad Ponies

Ricca
Pimp
Frank Pollanchio
Frank's Thugs
Drug Addicts
Italian Drug Dealer

Harry: *Pulls the hammer back on his gun, and points it at the reader* This is the .44 magnum. It's the most powerful handgun in all of Equestria, and it could blow your head clean off. Do you feel lucky? *Fires a bullet*

This fanfic starts off at the courthouse.

Ricca: *Walking down hall*
Reporter: How do you feel about letting Anthony Scarza free?
Ricca: I have no comment at the time.
Reporter: Why did you let him free?
Ricca: That's a stupid question. *Pushes reported onto floor*
Reporter: Will you at least tell us about why you let Anthony Scarza get away with his crime?
Ricca: He was not the murderer.
Reporters: Can you tell us your opinion about everypony's reaction?
Bodyguard 1: Their minds are dead.
Reporter: What do you mean by that?
Bodyguard 1: I mean their minds are dead.

They go outside, and are greeted to a mob of angry ponies holding signs.

Protestors: Ricca is a killer!!
Police Ponies: *Holding back protesting ponies*
Reporter: What do you think about this situation.
British Pony: You know what I think? I'll tell you what I think! To hell with the court system! Ricca can go kill himself.
Ricca: *Gets into limo*
Driver: *Starts car*
Bodyguards: *get in car*
Protestors: *Stomping hooves on car*
Driver: *Honking horn* Get out of the way!!
Protestors: Don't come back!
Driver: *Drives away from protestors*
Protestors: *Running after car*
Reporter: We have just heard that after letting Anthony Scarza walk away scott free from a crime he committed, everypony in San Franciscolt have gotten very angry with John Ricca. This definitely will not be the last of Ricca, as we will see more of him. More on this story later.

At somepony's house, a police pony was watching the news on his TV, and decided to go for a ride on his motorcycle.

Meanwhile, on a highway.

Driver: *Driving car*
Bodyguard 2: It's over.
Ricca: Yeah, hopefully for a long time.
Police Pony: *Riding up on motorcycle*
Driver: *Sees pony in mirror*
Bodyguard 1: A cop.
Driver: Take it easy. I'm driving this thing like a baby carriage.
Police Pony: *Puts on lights*
Driver: Great.
Police Pony: *Goes next to Driver, and signals to pull over*
Driver: *Drives off highway, and parks car on side of road*
Police Pony: *Stops bike behind car, and gets off*
Driver: *Rolls down window*
Police Pony: May I see your driver's license?
Driver: Do you know who's back there?
Police Pony: That doesn't matter. You were driving on a double line.
Driver: A double line?
Bodyguard 2: Take it easy. You're gonna regret pulling us over.
Police Pony: Let me see your license.
Driver: *Gives driver license to police pony*
Police Pony: *Walks to bike*
Driver: That's right, walk back to your motorcycle.
Ricca: We better get out of here.
Bodyguard 1: Relax.
Police Pony: *Returns to car* Is this car registered to you?
Driver: *Points to Ricca* To him.
Police Pony: I'll need to see the registration
Driver: Give me a break.
Police Pony: *Pulls out gun, and shoots driver*
Bodyguard 1: *Tries to get out of car*
Police Pony: *Shoots bodyguard in head*
Ricca: Ah!
Police Pony: *Shoots Ricca twice, and then shoots second bodyguard*

All four ponies in the car were dead. The Police Pony walked back to his motorcycle, and rode off.

An hour after the police pony killed Ricca, and the other ponies in the car, Harry, and his new partner, Early Joe arrived at the scene of the crime.

Police Pony 6: *Sees Harry* Hi Harry, what are you doing here?
Harry: My job.
Police Pony 6: You better get out of here before Lieutenant Briggs sees you.
Harry: Let him see me. It would be an interesting experience.
Lieutenant Briggs: And so it is. What are you doing here Harry?
Harry: Observing the crime scene.
Lieutenant Briggs: You, and your partner are on stakeout.
Harry: Yeah, well we had nothing interesting to watch, and we were close by. *Looks in car* Whoever did this must be a professional.
Lieutenant Briggs: Harry, I'll deal with this.
Harry: Why you? Can't you trust me?
Lieutenant Briggs: No. All you do is wave your gun around, and kill everypony.
Harry: What makes you think you're better?
Lieutenant Briggs: Because I've been working for the police here for eleven years, and I never had to take my gun out of it's holster. I'm proud of that.
Harry: *Smiles* You're a good stallion Briggs, and a good stallion always knows his limitations.

An ambulance arrived just as Harry, and Early Joe were leaving.

Early: What's with you, and Lieutenant Briggs anyway?
Harry: Jealousy. He knows I'm the right pony for this job. It's just a matter of time before he finds out.
Early: How many partners did you say you had before me?
Harry: Seven.
Early: What happened to the one before me?
Harry: He got shot.
Early: Really?
Harry: Yeah, but he's still alive. He's a teacher at some college over at San Diego. Would you like to go have lunch?
Early: How could you think about food after seeing that?
Harry: Relax. I know a good spot for hamburgers.

The two stallions went to the airport, where a restaurant was owned by a pony named Rodriguez.

Rodriguez: *Gives hamburger to Harry* You sure you don't want anything?
Early: Oh, no thanks.
Rodriguez: Man. I can't believe that Ricca was shot in broad daylight like that.
Harry: Well, at least nopony will have to worry about him.
Rodriguez: Yeah.
Airport Manager: Attention, all personnel. We have a white card on the runway.
Rodriguez: There must be trouble. That means something bad is happening.
Airport Ponies: *Waiting by door*
Early: Seems like they're talking about something important.
Harry: Let me go check. *Walks to airport ponies*
Airport Ponies: We can't just let them take that plane! There are innocent ponies aboard.
Harry: *Arrives* What seems to be the problem?
Airport Pony: Who are you?
Harry: *Shows police badge* Inspector Calahan. What's the matter?
Airport Pony: Well inspector, there's been a huge problem on one of our airplanes. A bunch of terrorists took it over.
Airport Pony 2: And we have no pilots to fly that plane.
Harry: May I offer a suggestion?

Harry was disguised as a pilot, and walked from the airport onto the runway. The airplane that had the terrorists on board was sitting there, and Harry was walking right towards it. However, he did have a plan.

Harry: *Walks onto plane*
Terrorist 1: Drop the bag!
Harry: *drops bag* Hello.
Terrorist 1: What's in the bag?
Harry: Maps.
Terrorist 1: *Looking at maps in bag* Check him. Make sure he has no weapons.
Terrorist 2: *Checking Harry* He's clean.
Terrorist 1: Good. Now get in there.
Harry: *Goes to cockpit*
Co Pilot: *Sitting in chair*
Harry: Good afternoon gentlecolts.
Terrorist 1: Stop talking, and get us up!
Harry: Where to?
Terrorist: I'll tell you when we get up in the air.
Harry: Would you care to get us in take off position?
Co Pilot: *Getting plane in take off position*
Harry: *Slowly taxiing towards ending of runway*
Passengers: *Sitting in seats*
Terrorist 2: *Watching passengers*
Harry: *Turns plane around for take off*
Control Tower Pony: *Watching*
Early Joe: *Watching*
Terrorist 1: Move it!
Harry: *Taxiing faster*
Airport Pony: That's right Lieutenant. Thankfully, one of your ponies is on there right now. An Inspector Calahan.
Briggs: *In car not far away from airport* Calahan?! Go faster.
Mercury: *Driving faster*
Harry: *Gaining very little altitude*
Co Pilot: Excuse me captain. I know this may sound silly, but can you fly?
Harry: No.
Terrorist 1: *Looking at Harry*
Harry: *Looks at terrorist* I never learned. *Puts brakes on plane*

The brakes were so strong that it made the terrorist lose balance.

Harry: *Breaks terrorist's neck, and takes gun*
Terrorist 2: *Running to end of airplane*
Harry: *Goes towards passengers*
Terrorist 2: *Hiding behind wooden wall*
Passenger: *Standing up*
Harry: Sit down!
Passenger: *Sits down*
Harry: *Shoots wall twice*

The bullets penetrated the wall, and hit the terrorist hiding behind it.

Ponies: *Driving emergency vehicles to airplane*
Mercury: *Stops car near plane*
Briggs: *Gets out of car*
Harry: *Walking down steps of airplane* What are you doing here Lieutenant? *Walks away*
Briggs: *Staring at Harry*
Joe: *Walking away with Harry*

It was 8:30 PM. Harry drove to the police station to check out for the day, and go to his home.

Harry: *Parks car in police parking lot, then walks to police headquarters*
Charlie: *Goes backwards in his car, and nearly hits Harry*
Harry: *Looking in car*
Charlie: *Comes out of car* Harry. You crazy bastard, I could've killed you.
Harry: Yeah, I've noticed.
Charlie: It's been a while since I've seen you. You don't look any older to me. Do I look any older to you?
Harry: No.
Charlie: How come you haven't seen me in all these years?
Harry: I'm sorry Charlie, I've been wanting to, but I've been too busy.
Charlie: Yeah, well I'm not living with Carol anymore.
Harry: I'm sorry to hear that.
Charlie: Yeah, it's alright. I guess it's all of this police work that us stallions do. It ain't as easy as it used to be. Am I right?
Harry: I suppose. Why don't you retire?
Charlie: Retire? Let me tell you something, I've been on the police force for ten years, and I ain't ever retiring. *Gets back in car* The only way to go down, is to go down fighting! *Starts car* Am I right?!
Harry: *Shakes head yes*
Charlie: *Drives out of parking lot*

Harry walked into the police building, and went downstairs to the shooting range. When he got there, there were four stallions, all of them were in their twenties.

Harry: You practice a lot here?
John: When you're a police pony you have to practice. I'm John Davis. This is Phil Sweet, Rick Jones, and over there we have Max McGarrett.
Harry: You related to Steve McGarrett?
All: *Laughing*
Harry: *Goes to set up new targets* I wasn't expecting anypony else here. Usually, I get this area to myself.
John: We'll leave if you want us to.
Harry: *Sets targets* Nah, that's alright. *Goes back to shooting area*
Rick: What kind of gun do you have?
Harry: *Shows .44* I always use this gun.
Max: What kind of bullets do you use?
Harry: Hollow points, with a light special. I always prefer this gun over a .357 anyday, but they're both good guns. *Shoots target six times*

All six bullets hit the bulls eye.

Rick: That was pretty good.
Harry: Would you like to try?
Rick: Oh, I don't know.
Harry: Go on, I insist.
Rick: Okay. *Takes gun, and shoots target six times*

Only five bullets hit the bulls eye.

Rick: *Frowns*
Others: *Smiling*
Rick: I missed one.
Harry: That's alright you still did good.
Rick: Yeah, it's a little heavy for me.
Harry: You'll get used to it after a while. Where'd you learn to shoot? Definitely not from around here.
Rick: No sir. I learned over at Denver. John, and Phil learned in St. Foalis, and Max learned in San Diego.
Harry: Are they better then you?
Rick: John, and Max are. Phil is better then me on a good day.
Phil: *Laughing* On a good day!
John: Well, we better get going.

And all four of the stallions left Harry at the shooting range.

One morning, a police pony was riding a motorcycle down a street. He stopped, got off his bike, and walked up a small hill near somepony's house.

Police Pony: *Hiding behind bush*
Teenage Ponies: *Playing in pool*
Police Pony: *Setting up sub machine gun*
Teenage Mare: Hey, I just got my hooficure.
Teenage Stallion: Come in the pool with us.
Teenage Mare: Okay! *Jumps in pool*
Police Pony: *Finishes setting up sub machine gun*
Teenage Mare: *Comes out of water* Oh yeah!! It's great! But you know what else is great?
Teenage Ponies: What?
Teenage Mare: My ass.
Police Pony: *Throws smoke grenade at pool*
Teenage Ponies: Whoa. Where did that come from?
Police Pony: *Shooting teenage ponies*
Teenage Ponies: AAHH! *Die*
Teenage Stallion: *Running toward a door*
Police Pony: *Shoots teenage stallion*
Teenage Mare: *Running behind house*
Police Pony: *Shoots teenage mare until she dies*

Everypony was dead, and the police pony walked away.

Two hours later, it ended up on the news.

News Pony: *Flying news helicopter*
Camera Pony: *In helicopter filming*
News Pony that isn't in a helicopter: Do you think this was some kind of a gang attack?
Lieutenant Briggs: I have no comment.
News Pony: Why would somepony attack a group of teenagers?
Lieutenant Briggs: No comment.
News Pony: Officer, what about all the killings last year, are you going to make a comment on that?
Lieutenant Briggs: I have nothing to say at the time.
News Pony: Well how about-
Lieutenant Briggs: Look. This solution will be solved. This town belongs to everypony. If there is a murderer out there, we will find him.

Harry was watching the news at a friend's house. Her name was Carol, and she had three little ponies. Their names were Jack, Nicholas, and Theresa.

Harry: *Turns off TV*
Carol: *Walking to kitchen*
Carol's little ponies: *Chasing each other*
Carol: Okay kids, time to say goodnight to Harry.
Little Ponies: Aw, do we have to go to bed?
Carol: Yes!
Theresa: *Hugging Harry* Good night Harry.
Harry: Good night sweetheart.
Jack: *Shaking Harry's hoof* Good night Harry.
Harry: Good night Jack.
Nicholas: *Jumps onto Harry, and hugs him* Good night!
Harry: Good night.
Carol: Okay, go to bed.
Nicholas: *Runs to bed room*
Carol: *Sighs, and sits next to Harry*
Harry: They're good ponies.
Carol: Yeah, but sometimes they just don't know when to do what they're told.
Harry: Yeah. I heard you, and Charlie aren't married anymore.
Carol: Good riddance if you ask me.
Harry: I guess that means I can have more of that meatloaf you always make. It's delicious.
Carol: *Smiles*
Harry: Do you know where Charlie is living now?
Carol: I don't know, and I don't care.
Harry: What did he do to make you angry?
Carol: He went to our neighbor, and challenged him to a Mexican standoff.
Harry: Really?
Carol: *Shakes head yes* He had his gun loaded, and everything. Now what would you tell your children if your wife was trying to kill somepony just for fun?
Harry: I have no idea. What did you tell your kids?
Carol: I told them that he had some kind of an illness. Can I ask you another question?
Harry: Sure.
Carol: This could be personal.
Harry: Go ahead. We've been friends for a long time.
Carol: How come after all these years, you haven't tried to make a move on me?
Harry: What are you talking about?
Carol: You didn't try to ask me out, or anything.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Carol: *Picks up phone* Hello?... It's for you.
Harry: *Takes phone* Yeah?
Joe: Harry, we need your help down at the general store.
Harry: I'll be right there. *Hangs up* I have to go.
Carol: Okay. See you later.

The sound of broken glass could be heard from upstairs.

Carol: Holy shit! With all those kids, do you think I'll ever get laid? *Goes upstairs* What's going on up there?!

Harry wasn't sure why Carol said that, but he left the house, and went to the general store.

Harry arrived at the general store. A few police officers were there already. Early Joe was disguised as a pony working at the general store.

Harry: What's going on?
Police Pony: We got a tip off from Daly City. These guys have been robbing stores, working their way towards us.

The pony reading the magazine, walked away, and got to an orange car. Once he got in, three other ponies walked out of the car, and into the store.

Harry: Here's a couple of suspicious looking dudes.
Robber 1 & 2: *Waiting be cash register*
Robber 3: *Waiting by magazine stand*
Colt: *Running into store*
Robber 3: *Trips colt*
Robber 1: *Grabs shotgun* Everypony get down, this is a robbery!!
Joe: *About to get down*
Robber 1: Not you, n*gger. You just stay right there.
Worker: What about me?
Robber 2: Be quiet, and unlock that safe!
Robber 1: Now for you. *Pointing gun at Joe* Put your mouth on this gun, and suck it.
Joe: *Stands still*
Robber 2: Are you going to the safe or what?!
Worker: *Runs away*
Robber 1: Right here. Right here is where I kill me a n*gger. Lay down on the floor.
Joe: *Standing still*
Robber 1: Lay down on the floor!
Joe: *Slowly getting onto floor*
Police Pony: Now?
Harry: Now. *Shoots Robber 1*
Police Pony: Police, put your hooves in the air!
Robber 2: *Shoots police pony*
Robber 3: *Running away*
Joe: *Shoots Robber 3*
Robber: *Drives car away from store*
Joe: *Shooting car* Damnit. He got away.
Robber 2: *Running towards the back of the store*
Harry: *Shoots at Robber*
Robber 2: *Taking cover*
Harry: *Shoots at robber, but misses*

Both ponies continued shooting at each other, but missed. Then, all of a sudden....

Harry: *Shoots Robber, then walks back to cash register*
Police Pony: I never shot a pony before.
Harry: *Looking at mare on floor* Why don't you help the lady up? *Walks away with Joe*

A few minutes later at the police station

Harry: You handled yourself well out there.
Joe: You really think so?
Harry: Yeah. If you don't believe me, I've seen ponies worse then you out in the field, and getting killed.
John, Phil, Rick, and Max: *Walking by*
John: Hey, good to see you again Harry.
Harry: What are you four up to?
Rick: We're just going to play some bowling.
Phil: See you around Harry.
Harry: Yeah, see you.
Joe: You know, I heard those four were gay.
Harry: Oh yeah? Well let me tell you something, if those four ponies are as good as you, I wouldn't give a shit if they were gay.

One night at a hotel.

Ponies: *Waiting in line for a taxi*
Black Mare: *Passing ponies* Excuse me please. I have somewhere important to be. *Gets in Taxi*
Ponies: Hey, haven't you heard of a line?
Black Mare: Go.
Taxi Driver: *Drives*
Black Mare: *Carrying money*
Taxi Driver: *Staring at money*
Black Mare: We aren't going to get anywhere, unless you keep your eyes on the road.
Taxi Driver: Yes ma'am. Where to?
Black Mare: 1000, sunset boulevard.
Taxi Driver: I'll get you there quickly. *Drives to 1000, sunset boulevard*
Black Mare: *Shows money for only one second* OOH!
Taxi Driver: *Laughing*
Black Mare: *Laughing*
Taxi Driver: *Stops* Here we are ma'am. 1000, sunset boulevard.
Black Mare: Thank you.
Pimp: *Gets in taxi*
Black Mare: Ah!
Taxi Driver: Is everything okay back the-
Pimp: Go.
Taxi Driver: *Drives* Where to?
Pimp: Just keep going, I'll let you know when to stop.
Taxi Driver: You got it.
Black Mare: I was just on my way to see you.
Pimp: Why didn't you call?
Black Mare: I had no phone?
Pimp: No phone at a hotel? What have you been doing?
Black Mare: Stuff.
Pimp: Bullshit. Let's see that purse. *Takes purse, and sees money* Uh, huh. What have you been doing? You know what? Don't answer that question. I know you're just going to be a shitty ass liar anyway.
Black Mare: I was going to give that money to you. Give me a chance?
Pimp: Chance? Bitch, you had your chance. Now, it's over. *Grabs a can of motor oil*
Taxi Driver: Oh no! *Stops cab, and runs out*
Black Mare: No! Leave me alone!
Pimp: *Sprays motor oil into black mare's mouth*

The black mare then started choking, and died.

Next morning, the pimp was driving down the Golden Neigh Bridge, leaving San Franciscolt.

Pimp: *Driving over bridge*
Police Pony: *Riding motorcycle*
Pimp: *Passes a car*
Police Pony: *Turns on police light*
Pimp: *Goes off highway*
Police Pony: *Follows*
Pimp: *Sees police pony* What the hell?

The pimp, and police pony continued going down the road, until they got under the bridge they were previously on.

Police Pony: *Walks from bike, to pimp*
Pimp: *Hiding gun under his leg*
Police Pony: May I see your driver's license?
Pimp: What am I getting pulled over for?
Police Pony: Let me see your driver's license. I'm afraid you were speeding.
Pimp: Yeah, you better be afraid.
Police Pony: Just show me your license.
Pimp: Sure thing officer. *Grabs wallet, and shows driver's license in wallet, with a $100 bribe*

The pimp was about to grab his gun, but the police pony beat him to that.

Pimp: *Staring at police pony*
Police Pony: *Shoots Pimp five times*

13 hours after the pimp was killed, Harry got to his apartment. A yellow alicorn was there waiting.

Yellow Alicorn: Hello.
Harry: Hello. What's your name?
Yellow Alicorn: Sunny. You're that cop that lives upstairs, right?
Harry: Yeah.
Yellow Alicorn: It's funny, I've only lived here for six months, and I've never seen you here before.
Harry: *Smiles* That is funny I suppose.
Yellow Alicorn: Just one question. What does it take to go to bed with you?
Harry: Umm.... Try knocking on the door? *Walks to apartment room*

Shortly after arriving to his room, a knock could be heard from the door.

Harry: *Opens door*
Sunny: Hello.
Harry: Hello.
Sunny: *Looking around room* Do you always live in the dark?
Harry: More or less. *Sits down* I got drinks if you're thirsty.
Sunny: *Looks in refrigerator*
Harry: *Hears phone ring, and answers* Hello?
Briggs: Is that you Calahan?
Harry: Of course it's me. Who were you expecting? Clint Eastwood?
Briggs: What are you doing?
Harry: Entertaining a female guest.
Briggs: Well put your pants back on, and get over here. We need your help on all those murders being made in this town.
Harry: I'm on stakeout, remember?

10 minutes later at a morgue.

Briggs: Not anymore Calahan. As of now, you, and your partner are on homicide.
Morgue owner: We got these dead bodies that came in just now. This pony died for gambling. The one next to him died for driving a truck. This black mare, and the pimp, are the newest bodies we got.
Harry: What happened?
Morgue owner: We heard from a taxicab driver that the pimp killed his special somepony, and this morning, somepony else shot the pimp by the golden neigh bridge.
Police Captain: Harry, this is serious business. If you mess things up, I'm gonna drop you lower then whale shit.
Harry: Speaking of whale shit, what have you found Briggs?
Briggs: I'll have you know that we work hard here, and we don't take kindly to foul ups.

After that, Harry went to his apartment.

Harry: *Walks in room*
Sunny: *Laying in bed*
Harry: Are you comfortable?
Sunny: Yes.
Harry: Warm enough?
Sunny: Yes.
Harry: Good. *Lays in bed next to Sunny*

And they both slept together.

Next morning, Harry was looking at a bullet through a microscope.

Early Joe: *Walks in* The ponies in the white coats want to see you.
Harry: I wonder why.
Early Joe: They want to show you something that could help us with that murder.
Harry: Of the pimp?
Early Joe: Yes.
Harry: Alright. Let's see what they got. *Walks to pimp car*
Early Joe: *Follows*
White Coat Pony: So, we measured the area of the blood on one of the car seats, and we determined that the killer had to be standing right next to the car when he shot that pimp. One bullet would not be enough to make a pool of blood like that, so the killer shot him five times, with a magnum.
Early Joe: Maybe it was Harry. He has a magnum, and hates pimps more than anypony.
Harry: *Glares at Early Joe* Enough with the jokes Joe.

A few hours later in the briefing room in police headquarters.

Briggs: *Shows picture of a pony* Frank Pollanchio. He's forty five years old, and has been the leader of his own gang for about five years now. Sometimes, we see him hanging out at the harbor. Harry Callahan will be making the arrest.
Harry: You want me to arrest him?
Briggs: Yes. You're the best pony we have for this job.
Harry: Lieutenant, there's something you got to understand-
Briggs: I don't need to understand anything. Just get him.
Harry: Well you can't just stop him, and arrest him. You got to be creative. There's a reason why he's been around here without being in jail for a long time.
Briggs: That's none of my concern Callahan. Get the job done.

Meanwhile, at the harbor near the bridge going into Oakland.

Frank: *drives out of harbor*
Gangsters: *Following in two different cars*
Early Joe: The chase is on.
Harry: It's not really much of a chase if they're following the speed limit. *Follows Frank's convoy*

Soon, they were on the Golden Neigh Bridge.

Frank: *Driving 50 miles an hour*
Gangster: *Following in different car*
Gangster 2: *Following in another different car*
Frank: *Drives onto exit*
Gangster: *Follows*
Joe: Who do we follow?
Harry: We'll follow the two cars. *Drives onto exit*
Gangster: *Goes left*
Frank: *Goes right*
Joe: Now what?
Harry: Stick with the money. *Goes right*
Frank: *Driving up hill*
Harry: *Passes Frank*
Joe: What are you doing?
Harry: Trust me. This won't take too long.
Frank: *Turns around*
Harry: *Turns around, and follows Frank*
Joe: Are you going to ignore what Briggs said?
Harry: Yeah. *Gets behind Frank*
Frank: *Lowers window, and signals Harry to pass*
Harry: *Drives next to Frank* Roll down your window.
Joe: What for?
Harry: Just do it.
Joe: *Rolls down window*
Harry: Excuse me, can you help us out with something?
Frank: What do you want?
Harry: We seem to be lost, do you know where the San Quentin Hotel is?
Frank: It's right behind you. Don't you see good?
Harry: Oh yeah, I see fine. I just wanted to see if you knew where the San Quentin Hotel was, and you do, don't you? Loser! *Drives away*
Frank: *Stops car*
Harry: I'll get you sooner or later. *Continues to drive*
Joe: Do you always go by your rules? No wonder Briggs is always losing his mind when he talks to you.
Harry: If you do something somepony else's way, you're putting your life into somepony else's hooves.

Ryan, and Mercury were two police ponies on stakeout. They were looking at a hotel from another building, using a microscope.

Ryan: Nothing is happening so far.
Mercury: Good things come to those who wait.
Ryan: Why don't we forget about all this, and go buy some hotdogs?
Mercury: Because we're on a job, and we got to focus on it. Let me take over.
Ryan: Fine. *Leaves microscope*
Mercury: *Looks through microscope, then looks down street* Well, I see somepony that looks very similar to the one that's been making all those killings around here.
Ryan: Really? You see him?
Mercury: Yes I do. It looks like Charlie McCoy.
Charlie: *Riding down street on motorcycle*
Random Pony: *Driving car, honks horn, and accidentally hits Charlie*
Charlie: *Falls off motorcycle*
Mercury: Looks like somepony hit him.
Ryan: Is he okay?
Mercury: Yeah, he's getting back up.

Meanwhile, at the hotel

Police Pony: *Walking up stairs*
Drug Addicts: *Snorting coke* This is good stuff.
Police Pony: *Walking to top floor*
Ryan: Get back to looking at that hotel, will you? McCoy ain't doing anything interesting.
Mercury: Alright, alright. *Looks at hotel*
Police Pony: *Walking up stairs, then steps in puddle of water, but continues walking upstairs*
Drug Addict: You want some babe?
Drug Addict 2: No handsome, you have it.
Police Pony: *Walks down a different flight of stairs, then puts silencer on a revolver*
Italian Drug Dealer: Hey, be careful with that stuff. Don't spill it!
Drug Addict: Relax man.
Drug Addict 2: Yeah, why don't you have some?
Italian Drug Dealer: Oh, fine.
Guard: *Guarding room*
Police Pony: *Walks to the guard*
Guard: *Sees police pony*
Police Pony: *Shoots guard*
Italian Drug Dealer: *Sees alarm go off* There's an intruder.
Police Pony: *Barges in room, then shoot Italian drug dealer*
Drug Addict: Hey man, what are you doing?!
Police Pony: *Shoots drug addict*
Drug addict 2: Ah! *Goes towards window*
Police Pony: *Shoots drug addict 2*
Drug addict 2: *Goes through window, and falls off building* AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Ryan: Oh shit, we better get going!
Mercury: *grabs rifle*
Police Pony: *Walking through parking garage*
Police Pony 2: *Sees police pony, and takes off helmet*

The second police pony was Charlie.

Police Pony: *Shoots Charlie*
Charlie: *Dies*
Police Pony: *Runs toward exit*
Ryan: *Running towards entrance*
Mercury: *Following*
Police Pony: I saw the killer, he went that way.
Ryan: Thank you. *Runs in*
Mercury: *Follows Ryan*
Ponies: *Gathering around* What's going on? Why was that pony carrying a rifle?
Police Pony: Remain calm. *Takes off helmet* There's nothing to see here.

The police pony was John Davis.

In the office of Lieutenant Briggs

Briggs: *On the phone* Yes. Understood. *Hangs up*
Harry: *Walks in*
Briggs: You were supposed to apprehend Pollanchio, not insult him. You weren't doing your job, and you could get fired for that. Now you let Frank escape, so answer me this. What the fuck do I tell the captain? Huh? What?
Harry: You can tell him that a traffic cop is making all those kills.
Briggs: A traffic cop? You expect him to believe that a traffic cop is killing off everypony? Who?
Harry: *Looks down at floor* Charlie McCoy.
Briggs: Harry, I was just on the phone with Charlie's ex wife. He's dead. A stakeout team found him in there with a bullet in his head. And the only reason that I'm going to go easy on you for letting Frank escape, is because I know that you, and Charlie were very close friends.
Harry: Yeah.
Briggs: And believe me Harry, it's Pollanchio going around killing everypony.
Harry: *Leaving office*
Briggs: Harry?
Harry: *Turns around*
Briggs: If it means anything coming from me, I'm sorry about Charlie.
Harry: *Leaves office*

Ten minutes later, at the airport, a coffin was being loaded onto an airplane. In the coffin was Charlie's corpse.

Harry: *Standing by Carol, and her little ponies* Are you sure you have to leave?
Carol: Yes, I'm sure. I never really liked it in this city.
Harry: Well, I'm going to miss your meatloaf.
Jack: We're gonna miss you too Harry.
Theresa: Yeah.
Harry: Maybe I might come, and visit you.
Carol: That would be lovely. Come on kids, let's get in the car. *Gets in car*
Theresa, Jack, and Nicholas: *Get in car*
Harry: Take them to the departure zone please.
Driver: Yes sir. *Drives away*
Harry: *Looking at John* You didn't have to come here you know.
John: I know, but I wanted to. I couldn't help, but feel responsible somehow.

The next day was an important day. Many police ponies in San Franciscolt were competing in a challenge of target practice, and combat training.

Target Pony: *Hits button that moves target*
Mercury: *Shoots target with .38 revolver*

Five bullets hit the bulls eye.

Ponies: *Clapping*
Harry: Good shooting Mercury.
Mercury: Thanks Harry, and hey. I'm sorry about Charlie McCoy.
Harry: That's alright, but what I don't understand is how John Davis got to that fucking building before you did.
Mercury: I can't understand it either. Me, and Ryan ran as fast as we could to get there. Maybe we're getting too old.
Harry: Doubt it. *Loads his gun*
Target Pony: *Hits button that moves target*
Harry: *Shoots target six times*

Three bullets hit the bulls eye, but the other three hit a 2x area, that would double up the score. He was winning.

Ponies: *Clapping*
Harry: *Reloading gun*
Max: Harry, good job. The only ponies that could stand a chance at beating you now is John Davis, and Phil Sweet.
Harry: They both use the same guns, right?
Max: We all use the same gun.
Target Pony: Harry, you're winning so far. It's your choice on the next objective. Cans, or combat.
Harry: *Thinking* Combat.

And so, they did combat. Phil, and some other ponies alreay went, now it was John's turn, and then it would be Harry's turn.

John: *Shoots enemy targets, then slowly walks*
Enemy target: *Appears*
John: *runs for cover, then shoots enemy target twice, and reloads*
Civilian target: *Appears*
John: *Waits*
Police Target: *Appears*
John: *Waits*
Enemy Target: *Appears*
John: *Shoots enemy target*
Two enemy targets: *Appear*
John: *Shoots both enemy targets, and runs out of ammo* Out!!
Target Pony: And John Davis gets in first place with forty seconds.
Ponies: *Clapping*
Target Pony: Up next is Harry Callahan.
Harry: *Shoots enemy target*
Enemy target: *Appears*
Harry: *Shoots target*
Civilian target: *Appears*
Harry: *Waits*
Police Target: *Appears*
Harry: *Waits*
Enemy Target: *Appears*
Harry: *Shoots target*

Another target appeared, and Harry shot it, but...

Phil: That was a cop. He shot one of the good ponies.
Harry: *Walks back to target pony*
Target Pony: Harry, your time was 36 seconds, but I'm sorry, you shot a good pony.
John: I'm sorry about what happened.
Harry: Well you won, that's all that matters.
John: Yeah, but it doesn't seem right.
Harry: Hey Target, how about setting up six enemy targets for me? I wanna try to use Phil's .357.
Target: Sure thing Harry.
Phil: Good luck. *Gives Harry gun*
Harry: Thank you. *Takes gun*
Target: *Makes targets appear*
Harry: *Shoots gun six times*

He shot five out of six targets. One of the bullets hit a prop building.

Harry: I missed one.
Rick: That's alright, you still did good.
Harry: It was a little too light for me.
John: You'll get the hang of it.
Harry: Yep.

Hours later, it was night time. Harry walked around the combat zone with a flashlight, and found the building that he shot with Phil's gun. He then grabbed a knife, and got the bullet out of the building.

1 hour later

Harry: *Looking at bullet through microscope*
Joe: *Walks in* It's been half an hour. You said this would only take five minutes.
Harry: Was it really half an hour? Seemed like five minutes to me.
Joe: What are you doing anyway?
Harry: Looking at the ballistics from Phil's gun, and comparing it with another ballistic from the killing of Charlie McCoy. Davis, and Sweet use the same gun, so it's possible that either one of them killed Charlie, and the others.
Joe: Right. Well, I'm going to have dinner down at my ma's house. She makes very good beef stew. You want some?
Harry: No thanks. I think I saw something that killed my apetite.

Next morning, at the same room.

Briggs: What is it you wanted to show me Harry?
Harry: Wait, and see.
Lab Pony: May I help you?
Harry: I'm letting the lieutenant catch up on his research.
Lab Pony: Go on in.
Harry & Briggs: *walk in room*
Harry: Now I was looking at a bullet from Phil Sweet's gun, and comparing it with the bullet from Charlie's death. I want you to take a look at it.
Briggs: *Looking at bullets* Yes. Interesting. They do look very similar, but we don't really know if it's them for the time being.
Harry: Yeah, okay.
Briggs: Where did you find this?
Harry: At the combat zone in the target range.
Briggs: Harry, don't mess around! We have serious business to do, and you're accusing police officers of killing everypony.
Harry: I already know we have work to do. I've been doing it.
Briggs: Well, do me a favor. You're getting a second chance at arresting Pollanchio. I'll have a search warrant ready within half an hour. I want you to bring Pollanchio here alive.
Harry: How about you do me a favor? I'd like the four new recruits to be part of my squad.
Briggs: What do you want them for?
Harry: They're great at shooting.
Briggs: There's not supposed to be any shooting! Besides, they don't have enough experience. They'll get scared, jump, and accidentally pull the trigger.
Harry: How are they supposed to get any fucking experience if they can't do it?
Briggs: Fine. Have it your way. Those four new recruits will join you on the arrest of Pollanchio.

It was all arranged. Harry was getting his team ready to arrest Pollanchio.

Harry: We'll have ten police officers in three cars. They will wait for either me, or one of the four rookies to call in reinforcements. When we call for you, go towards the front entrance, but stay by your vehicles. Everypony ready?
Police Ponies: Yes sir.
Joe: *Climbs into white car* See you there.
Harry: Yeah.
John: *Arrives with Phil, Rick, and Max* Harry, on behalf of all four of us, we want to thank you for requesting us.
Harry: The pleasure is all mine.
Rick: We won't let you down.
Harry: I know you won't.

The four young police ponies got on their motorcycles, while Harry got into his car, and they followed the three police cars.

Meanwhile, Frank Pollanchio, and his gang we're doing what all gangsters do when not causing violence, eating Chinese food in a warehouse.

The phone was ringing, but nopony bothered to pick it up. After 15 seconds, they had it.

Frank: Henry, pick up the phone.
Henry: *Stops eating, goes to phone, and picks it up* Hello?
???: Listen, there's going to be some police officers trying to arrest you guys. Be careful. *Hangs up*
Henry: *Puts phone down*
Frank: What was it?
Henry: I just got a call from somepony saying that police officers would be here.
Frank: Everypony grab a gun.
Gangsters: *Grabbing shotguns, and MP40's*
Frank: You see anything?
Gangster 1: I just see somepony walking.
Frank: Is he wearing a police uniform?
Gangster 1: No.
Frank: Whoever that pony was who called Henry must have been pranking him.
Henry: Hey, there's four police ponies coming here on motorcycles.
Gangster 1: That pony just grabbed a gun. A big revolver!
Frank: Goddamnit. Just stay in here, and don't do anything.
Phil: *Knocks on door*
Frank: Who is it?
Phil: Police ponies, let us in.
Frank: There's nopony here!
Phil: We have a search warrant for this place. Let us in!
Frank: *Pointing shotgun at door* You can't come in.
Phil: We know he's in there, let us in!
Frank: How about you eat my lead?! *Shoots door*

The bullets went through the door, and hit Phil. He was dead.

Harry: *Shoots gangster 1*
Frank: *Shooting at John*
John: *Taking cover*
Rick: *Shoots window*
Harry: *Shoots Henry*
Gangster 2: *Shooting MP40 at Harry*
Harry: *Taking cover behind cooler*
Gangster 3: *Shooting at Harry*
Frank: Somepony get out there, and kill the pony with the .44!
Gangster 2: I'm on it! *Runs downstairs*

The rest of Harry's squad arrived in the three cars.

Gangster 4: *Shooting at police car*
Joe: *Using microphone* Cease fire! Cease fire! Put your weapons down, and come out with your hooves up!
Gangster 3: Goddamn cops.
Frank: Go to hell! *Shoots police pony*
Max: *Crawling towards door so that he won't get shot*
Police Pony: *Shoots gangster 4*
Gangster 3: *Shoots at Joe*
Joe: *Taking cover behind car*
Max: *Opens door, and kills gangster 3*
Frank: *Runs away*
Harry: *Waiting by cooler*
Gangster 2: *Shoots five bullets at Harry, then runs into garage*
Harry: *Shoots garage door*
Gangster 2: *Drives out of garage in car*
Harry: *Shoots gangster 2*

The car crashed into a small office building.

Frank: *Drives out of garage in car*
Harry: *Jumps on hood of the car*
Frank: *Backs up, turns around, and drives forward*
Harry: *Holding onto car*
Frank: *Driving fast*
Harry: *Holding on*
Frank: *Turns left*
Harry: *Falls off*
Frank: *Looks at Harry, then at a crane, and crashes*

The back of the car was up in the air, and Frank's dead body was on the gas, causing the back TIRES to still move.

Harry walked over to the car, and looked at Frank. He was dead alright, so he decided to end it all, and turn the car off.

Lieutenant Briggs was walking down a hallway in police headquarters. The captain was following him.

Briggs: *Opens door to doctor's office*
Doctor: Hello you two, what can I help you with?
Briggs: We wanna talk to Harry. How is he?
Doctor: Well, I could open up his wound, and let his brains go all over your hooves.
Captain: Alright now, we don't need a doctor with that kind of attitude.
Doctor: Sorry captain.
Harry: *Looks up at Briggs*
Briggs: It was supposed to be a simple arrest. However, you decided to get reckless, kill Frank, and his entire gang.
Harry: You're blaming me for all the murders?
Briggs: Obviously it was you!
Captain: Harry, every time you pull out that gun of yours, the paperwork in my office gets as tall as the Empire State Building.
Briggs: What do you have to say about your actions?
Harry: We were tipped off. They knew we were coming, and they fired the first shot.
Briggs: How do you know?!
Harry: I made 200 arrests in my life, and I can tell the difference on whether we get tipped off or not.
Briggs: Harry, there's another thing we need from you.
Captain: The ballistics you were showing to Briggs from Phil's gun.
Briggs: I'd like it right now.
Harry: *Grabs bullet from saddle bag* Eat it!
Briggs & Captain: *Walking away*

After being treated at the doctor's office, Harry was walking with his partner, Early Joe.

Joe: So what was it you wanted to show me?
Harry: I've been thinking about this very clearly. It could have been any of those four rookies that tipped us off before they arrived on their motorcycles.
Joe: What about Davis, and Sweet?
Harry: Sweet sacrificed himself for us. No questions asked. We somehow have to get Briggs to know that those four rookies are up to this. He asked for the ballistics I got from Phil's gun, but I gave him a replica for the time being.
Joe: So what happens if we win?
Harry: If we win, those rookies will be put behind bars for a very long time.
Joe: And if we lose?
Harry: All of this would have been for nothing.
Joe: It's a serious situation we're in.
Harry: Yeah. For some reason, it reminds me of all those firing squads they had back in Brazil years ago. Maybe they're still there, who knows?
Joe: Not me.
Harry: Listen Joe, you're a very good friend to me, and I want you to take care of yourself. Is that clear?
Joe: Yes sir.
Harry: Good. I'll let you know when I get more information.

After talking with his friend Joe, Harry drove to his apartment. Along the way, he met Sunny.

Harry: *stops car*
Sunny: Hello.
Harry: Hello.
Sunny: I was going to get some groceries for us. If you give me your room key, I can get the mail for you when I come back.
Harry: Sure. *Gives Sunny the room key*
Sunny: Thank you.
Harry: *Drives into parking garage, then slowly parks his car, and walks out*

At first, it seemed like he was the only pony in the parking garage, but then...

Max: We're onto you Harry.
Harry: *Looks at Max*
Rick & John: *With Max on their motorcycles*
Max: We don't like anypony knowing what we're up to.
Harry: You were the ones that killed a dozen of ponies this week. What are you going to do next week?
John: Kill a dozen more.
Max: Everypony will think of us as heroes.
Harry: Is that all you care about? Being heroes?
Rick: All of our heroes are dead. We're the first generation of a new kind of hero. One that so many ponies will want to be, that it will never die. Now either you're with us, or against us.
Harry: *Staring at three ponies* I believe you have misjudged me.
Max: *Rides motorcycle away from Harry*
Rick & John: *Following Max on their motorcycles*

As soon as they were gone, Harry walked to his apartment.

Harry: *Goes into apartment, then goes to mailbox, and looks inside*

He saw something that looked like, oh, I don't know, A BOMB!!

Harry: *Runs upstairs to his apartment*

He was looking for a screwdriver, and he found one on top of the dresser, he took it, and went back downstairs.

Harry: *Looking at mailbox*
Sunny: *Walks in, and is about to open the mailbox*
Harry: No!! *Runs to mailbox* DON'T!! *Pushes Sunny away*
Sunny: Harry!! What are you doing?
Harry: *Unscrewing a screw from the mailbox door*
Landlord: *Walks down* What's going on? What are you doing?
Harry: What's it look like I'm doing?
Landlord: Did you forget your key?
Harry: Why don't you go mind your business? *Takes out screw, and starts unscrewing another screw*
Landlord: Hey, that's my mailbox too, don't get smart with me!
Harry: *Takes out another screw, and starts unscrewing a third screw*
Landlord: Tampering with the mailbox is a federal offense. I'm calling the police!
Harry: I am the police. *Takes out third screw, and starts unscrewing the final screw*
Landlord: Oh. You're that cop that lives upstairs?
Harry: Yes I am. *Takes out final screw*

Slowly, he moved the door off of the mailbox, and there attached to the other side of the door was a bomb. It was set to only go off when the door was opened.

Harry: *turns off bomb*
Sunny: *sees a bomb*
Landlord: *Sees bomb* ... a bomb?!!?
Harry: Yes, and if we kept sitting here talking, we'd be in the ceiling by now. Here, would you like to hold it?
Landlord: No, no, no. I don't want any trouble. *Runs away*
Harry: Sunny, get back to your apartment, and don't let anypony in. Is that clear?
Sunny: Yes. *Runs to her apartment room*
Harry: *Goes to his apartment room*

When Harry got to his room, he tried to call Joe. However, he would not answer the phone.

Joe was walking towards his apartment, carrying groceries. He heard the phone ringing, but didn't bother to pick it up.

Harry: *Tries to call Joe again*
Joe: *Eating celery from grocery bag*
Harry: Joe's not picking up. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I have to call Briggs.
Joe: *Opens mailbox*

Suddenly, an explosion occurred. There was another bomb in Joe's mailbox.

Harry: *Calling Lieutenant Briggs*
Briggs: *In his office, picking up phone* Hello?
Harry: Briggs, it's Harry. I just found a bomb in my mailbox. Get somepony over at Early Joe's place.
Briggs: What?
Harry: I got a bomb, get somepony at Early's quickly!
Briggs: Alright. I'm coming over to your apartment. Stay there. *Hangs up*
Harry: *Puts phone away, then grabs his gun*

He did what Lieutenant Briggs told him to do, and waited there. Just in case someone tried to kill him, he had his gun ready.

Harry has been waiting in his apartment for forty five minutes. Then, somepony was knocking on his door.

Harry: Yeah?
??: *Knocks on door six times*
Harry: *Pointing gun at door* Come on in.
Briggs: *Opens door, and looks at gun* I don't like looking in one of those things.
Harry: *Puts gun away*
Briggs: Where's the bomb?
Harry: It's on the dresser.
Briggs: *Looks at dresser, and takes bomb* This could have activated when you opened your mailbox door. We have to get this down at police headquarters, and fast.

So they both walked out of Harry's room, and toward Brigg's car.

Briggs: Would you mind driving? I wanna take a closer look at the bomb. *Gives keys to Harry, and gets in car*
Harry: *Gets in car, starts it, and drives*
Briggs: Alright now. *Puts on glasses, and looks at bomb* I can't make the description of this thing. Looks like it was homemade. Take the next right to the freeway.
Harry: The freeway? That's heading away from the police headquarters.
Briggs: *Grabs gun, and points it at Harry* Exactly.
Harry: Your gun's out of it's holster Briggs.
Briggs: There's a first time for everything. Now, let's see your gun.
Harry: *Gives his gun to Briggs*
Briggs: *Takes ammo out of gun* Now, let's see the shells.
Harry: *Takes out one shell of ammo*
Briggs: Three. You always carry three with you.
Harry: *Takes out the other two*
Briggs: Now throw them all out of the window.
Harry: *Throws them out of the window*
Briggs: Now we're getting somewhere.
Harry: I thought you were supposed to be a good cop.
Briggs: With you around, there's no such thing.
Harry: You must be working with Davis, and those other ponies he hangs out with.
Briggs: Rick Jones, and Max McGarrett? Yes, but if Sweet was still alive, the entire gang would be here.
Harry: I could understand why those four young stallions would be cruel, but why you Briggs?
Briggs: Ninety years ago, nopony cared about the law. They created the mafia, and fought for their booze. That gave me inspiration to turn the entire world of police ponies into those that just killed, for no good reason.
Harry: *Gets on freeway* Oh yeah? Well you killed a police pony that was good at his job.
Briggs: Who?
Harry: Charlie McCoy.
Briggs: He had a mental illness.
Harry: That's no reason for somepony to die. Next I suppose you're start executing everypony for J walking, and then you'll start executing everypony for traffic violations. Or maybe you'll execute your own neighbor when his dog fucks up your front yard.
Briggs: We don't care about the system, unlike you.
Harry: Briggs, I hate the system. Unless somepony changes it, I'll always hate it.
Briggs: You're becoming extinct Harry. *Looks in rearview mirror* Good old McGarrett is behind us. Get on the next exit, and pull over.
Harry: *Gets on next exit*
Briggs: Now pull ove-
Harry: *Drives into bus*
Briggs: Ow!
Harry: *Fighting for gun, while slowly driving car*
Briggs: Ah! *Holding gun out window, and drops it*
Harry: *Grabs Briggs by the neck, and slams his head into the dashboard five times*
Briggs: *Knocked out*
Harry: *Drives fast*
Max: *Follows Harry on motorcycle*
Harry: *Goes down Lombard Street*
Max: *Follows*
Harry: *Slowing down*
Max: *Getting closer to Harry*
Random Pony: *Pulling out of driveway*
Harry: *Gets pass random pony*
Max: *Makes it passed the random pony*
Harry: *Drives off Lombard Street*
Max: *Following Harry*
Harry: *Turns left, and goes uphill*
Max: *Pulls out gun, and shoots back window*

The bullet went through the back window, and hit the front window.

Harry: *Driving downhill*
Max: *Follows Harry*
Harry: *Drives across bridge*
Max: *Gets over bridge*
Harry: *Driving towards railroad crossing*
Engineer: *Pushing freight cars across the crossing*
Harry: *Turns left*
Max: *Turns left*
Harry: *Drives onto station platform*
Ponies: *Running out of the way*
Max: *Follows Harry*
Harry: *Drives off platform, and runs into a Jeep*
Max: *Slows down*
Harry: *Drives back onto road*
Max: *Behind Harry on motorcycle*
Harry: *Drives right into parking lot*
Max: *Follows*
Harry: *Turns around, and pushes Lieutenant Briggs out of car*
Max: *Riding towards Harry*
Harry: *Runs into Max*

Max was dead, but Rick, and John were coming up on their motorcycles.

Harry: *Leaves parking lot*
Rick & John: *Follows Harry*
Harry: *Drives into the docks*
Rick & John: *Following*
Harry: *Stops car at salvage yard, and runs onto an old aircraft carrier*
Rick & John: *Slowly ride onto aircraft carrier with their motorcycles*
Rick: *Goes up to top of boat*
Harry: *Looking around boat*
John: *Arrives on motorcycle*
Harry: *Goes up stairs*
John: *Gets off motorcycle, and goes upstairs*
Rick: *Walking down into boat*
Harry: *Goes into a room*
John: *Loses sight of Harry*
Rick: *Looking around boat*
John: *Looking, and accidentally shoots a bunch of chains* (I thought that was Harry)
Harry: *Hears gunshots, and waits for somepony to arrive*
Rick: *Walking towards Harry* (Where is he? Ah!) *Shoots wall twice* (Whoops. I thought Harry was there.)
Harry: *Punches Rick*
Rick: *Falls on ground*
Harry: *Punches Rick in the neck five times*
Rick: *Choking, and dies*
Harry: *Quietly runs to top of boat*
John: Rick? Where are you?
Harry: *Sees motorcycle on boat*
John: *Looking around boat* Rick?! *Sees that Rick is dead*
Harry: *Tries to start motorcycle* Come on, let's go!
John: *Hears motorcycle, and runs downstairs*
Harry: *Tries to start motorcycle* Start for crying out loud.
John: *Gets on his motorcycle, and rides towards the top of the boat*
Harry: *Starts motorcycle, and rides towards the end of the boat*
John: *Gets on top of boat, and follows Harry*
Harry: *Rides onto another boat*
John: *Follows Harry*
Harry: *Rides onto another boat*
John: *Still following*
Harry: *Stops motorcycle*
John: *Puts on brakes, but falls off boat, and into the water*

The water was so cold, that it caused John to die.

Harry: *Walks to edge of boat, and see's John's helmet* Briggs was right. You don't have enough experience. *Kicks helmet into water*

As soon as Harry got off the boat, he saw Briggs, with a black eye, and a few cuts on his body.

Briggs: *Pointing gun at Harry* Stop right there Callahan.
Harry: *Looks at bomb in car, and sets it to go off in two minutes*
Briggs: Get out of there!
Harry: *Looking at Lieutenant Briggs* Your new generation of officers are dead.
Briggs: There's a lot more from where they came, believe me. Now listen Harry, I'm not happy with what you've done. You killed three police ponies. *Slowly gets into car* And the only reason I'm not gonna kill you is because, I'm going to sue you. With your own system. *Starts car* And who's going to believe you? You're a killer Harry, a maniac. *Drives backwards off pier, turns car around, and drives forward out of the docks*
Harry: *Slowly walking toward Brigg's car*

Suddenly, an explosion occurred.

Harry: *Looking at Brigg's destroyed car* A stallion has got to know his limits.

The End.

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