Rainbro on Earth Chapter 3

>Well better think of something Anon, you’re about to show up and tell your room mate that her Princess has been captured
>Just how fucking fun will this be?
>You picture the conversation in your head
>It doesn’t bode well for you
>You calmly unlock your door and enter…..to see Dash in the exact same position she was in previously
>She’s at your computer, with a note card, showing off her mammary glands on skype premium…..again!
>She turns to you and the note card falls from her mouth
>Dash: “Dude, you and I both know you’ve caught me doing much worse.”
>You yell out, being unable to control the volume of your voice
“LIKE WHAT?! WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK HAVE I CAUGHT YOU DOING THAT’S WORSE?!”
>She’s silent for a minute
“WELL?!”
>Dash: “Gimmie a moment I’ll think of something in a sec.”
>You hear laughing coming from the mics of those in the group chat
>You power walk, carrying all your groceries like a fucking sir with his swag in the on position to your computer
>You take a look at the skype names
>Bizzles, Disco Dash, Officer Cheese, Wuten, Shermanator, and Skippy
>You speak in to your built in mic
“YOU ASSHOLES! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”
>You hear Skippy respond
>”You mad Anon?”
>You resist the urge to have someone on the force track his ass so you can plant cocaine in his home.


“You’re god damn right I’m mad Skippy! Do you have any fucking idea what I’ve gone through today?!”
>Alighieri,  who’d just signed in and saw all this cluster fuck, puts his two cents in
>Alighieri: “You got to see some mare tits all day while we’re stuck hoping we see some mare tits, how could your day of gone bad?”
>You turn your gaze over to Rainbow, who’s blushing furiously while giving you an apologetic smile
“Rainbow….why? Just….just why?”
>Despite being angry with her you have to admit that this was a fairly nice distraction from previous events that had occurred just a few hours ago
>Rainbow shrugs,  god damn it Rainbow
>You turn back to your webcam
“Hey guys sorry, party’s over.”
>You reach out and grab your webcam, removing it from the top of your desktop
>You yank the cord out from the back of your webcam and walk over to your sink
>You toss your webcam down the sink and turn on the garbage disposal, just to be sure that Rainbow can’t show off her tits again
>You still wonder just how the hell she does it, does she like angle the camera down, its not like her ‘tits’ are on her fucking chest
>Whatever, this isn’t going to stay on your mind, you’ve got too much shit going on right now
>You re approach your desktop and shut it down, much to the protest of Bizzles and the other skype viewers
>”HEY! I was still talkin to em!”


>You give Dash the best deadpan glare you can
>It works for the most part, she shuts up but she’s still looking like an angry child not getting his/her way
>You sigh to yourself, this is something you should have had to of gone through with your daughter, not a talking cyan p0ny
>Again, this shouldn’t be a priority on your mind right now, you speak in a calm, yet commanding tone, something you picked up while being employed by your city’s police force.
“Dash, take a seat on the couch, something happened and it involves you.”
>Dash responds with raising an eyebrow in curiosity
“But the only ones that know that I’m here are you, those three uh…’bronies’ and then the guys I talked to on skype.”
>You facepalm, this is more for yourself than for Rainbow’s lack of knowledge in to how the internet works.
>Had you of taken the time to properly explain she’d of never of did what she did, this is your own fault Anon.
“Dash…just go sit on the couch please.”
>”Whatever dude.”
>She lazily trots over to the couch and plops her happy self right in on the middle cushion, she then sprawls out so you can’t take a seat
>Well, isn’t that nice? Whatever she’ll get over not being able to expose herself to random bronies on skype
>You take a seat on your mahogany coffee table, surprised at its ability to hold your weight
>You sigh to yourself before you speak
“Dash…I assume the name Celestia means something to you?”
>At the mention of Celestia, Dash sits up straight
>”Of course, what about her?”


 “She’s here…..on earth.”
>This information plays over in Dash’s mind, you can see the far off gaze her magenta eyes are producing, suddenly she bolts from the couch and in to your face
>”How do you know? Is she okay?! Is she here to get me and take me back?”
>You were expecting this, and you are expecting her to not take Celestia’s current situation well. After all Celestia is one of two deities in Dash’s life
“Dash, I’m not done. Hold the questions until after I tell you everything I know.”
>”But I-“
“Dash….”
>She can tell the tone in your voice doesn’t carry a happy or cheerful demeanor so she stops
>She takes a seat back upon the couch and waits for you to continue
“There’s a group of people holding her against her will.”
>Dash scoffs at this
>”She’s our freaking Princess, how can anyone catch her?”
“Dash, I don’t know, but the guy who told me wasn’t lying.”
>At the mention of this random person she asks
>”Wait, guy? Who knew about Celestia? Did he come with ya? Is he waiting outside?”
“No…I get the feeling he’s dead.”
>Dash’s jaw drops in surprise, apparently the p0nies understand the concept of Death, you found this to be quite the surprise considering no episode has covered Death as a base point, they were no sesame street.
>”Wait…how’d he die?”
“I think I killed him in a sense…I didn’t leave him useful to anyone, and whoever he works for probably finished him off after I got what I needed.”


>Dash isn’t looking very happy right now
“Maybe I should go in to further detail about all of this.”
>”Yeah, you should.”
“Do you want a drink?”
>Dash nods, you get up from your coffee table and make your way to your bags of groceries, you didn’t feel like getting anything with that extra kick, a little red wine. It’s been a while since you’ve had this, not since your wife….that’s a story for another day.
>You don’t go so far as to break out the champagne glasses though, its not like this is a date or anything
>You made your way back to your table, being sure to hand Dash a poured glass. You preferred the bottle, wouldn’t get you to that point you’re used to, but it’ll do the trick.
>As Dash drinks you recall the events that occurred just a few hours prior, the starbucks, Jenkins following you, Publix, Jenkins following you, Jenkins confronting you in the alleyway, and of course the following interrogation and shooting
>”So let me get this straight, some guy you don’t know tells you that his group of friends has Celestia, then he told you the name of his group, then he tells you how they work, but he doesn’t tell you where they live?”
“Pretty much yeah.”
>”You know you’re an idiot right?”
“……yeah I know.”
>After establishing this information Dash decides to change the subject, if  you don’t know where Celestia is, if these people are really after her, she isn’t going to risk going off flying around this city trying to find Celestia.
>”Wait what does it mean to…shoot someone?”
>You figured they’d of had something along the lines of a firearm, siege weapons even. If there are countries in that show that have dragons or griffins you’d figure they’d be at war…maybe the Equines are a peaceful species maybe harmony does rule that land.


>You produce your glock 22 from within your pants and place it on the table
>Dash ooohes and questions as to what it could be
>She reaches out to touch it but you slap her hoof away
>She gives you a dirty look
>”HEY! I don’t like having my hooves touched, you watch yourself mister..”
>She wags a cyan marshmallow hoof in your face
>Huh, you’re honestly surprised she isn’t looking at you like some sort of psychopath, you figured she’d be one of those p0nies that just distance themselves from you immediately upon hearing something so barbaric, maybe it was because she didn’t understand how you did it, maybe it was because of her natural sense of loyalty, or maybe it was because she only sees you as the guy who saved her ass from being at the mercy of a bunch of neckbearded bronies, whichever works
>”So, how does that thing work anyway?”
>You hesitate to answer, if you were to go in to detail she’d be derping and drooling all over you couch within the first few seconds.
>You instead promise her to show her one day, you figure that day will be here sooner than you think


>You spend the rest of your time with Dash flipping through a few channels upon the T.V. while going over make believe plans with how you’ll break Celestia out of whatever it is she’s held in.
>You have to replace this couch eventually. This is getting ridiculous.
>You’ve decided that you’ll help out Dash with rescuing the princess, hell you haven’t experienced anything worth mentioning in quite a while, maybe Dash will put in a good word for you to Celestia after the two of them return home, so that way they won’t come back with an army and use their magic to put the sun right next to earth.
>You’re under the assumption that if Celestia is capable of manipulating the sun’s position on her world, she can probably do the same in ANY world, regardless of the natural order of things.
>As you flip through comedy central, Dash asks a question you’d rather her not of asked
>”So, when will I get to meet the rest of your family? They didn’t come home at all while I was here, are they visiting friends?”
>You sigh to yourself, you really don’t like to experience this feeling. This feeling of dread, as if someone were taking your heart and just squeezing it mercilessly within your chest, is why you took up drinking in the first place, it didn’t get rid of the pain, but it sure as hell helped.
>You knew she’d ask eventually, she’ll probably even ask as to why you still have your daughter’s room in the condition that it is
>Better to go ahead and get this out now
“Dash, they aren’t visiting friends.”
>”Then where are they?”
>God damn it Dash…
>You turn to face Dash from your spot on the couch
“They’re….dead Dash.”


>Dash cringes when you tell her, she obviously regrets asking, but apparently if she’s going to ask that she’s going to go the whole nine yards with it
>”I’m sorry dude..I didn’t know.”
“It’s fine Dash, can we just…drop it?”
>”How did they…ya know?”
“Dash, I’m really not comfortable discussing that with you, please don’t ask.”
>You turn your gaze back to your tv
>You feel the gentle touch of a hoof upon your shoulder
>”I’m sorry man, it’s just… ya helped out so I care about ya, if this is really eatin you up you don’t have to tell me, but talking about it with a friend might help ya know?”
>Friend….now that’s a word you haven’t used in a long time, your fellow officers, you couldn’t call those friends, half of them spent their time using their badge to fuck with others, some use their position as an excuse to try to get free drinks at a damn bar, others start getting this  sense of superiority
>But not you
>Though Dashie here, the way her eyes represent sorrow for your loss, the way she’s trying to comfort you, what the hell, its not like telling her what happened will change anything about you
>When you start Dash removes her marshmallow hoof and completely turns her body to face you
“My Daughter…..I assume you remember what I told you about buses right? About how you shouldn’t stand in front of one? Well, my daughter…while she was waiting on a bus to take her home, was playing with a little ball I had given her a few weeks prior. At one point she lost her grip on it and it bounced out in to the street…..she went out in to the road to retrieve it without looking…..the driver of a bus didn’t have enough time to stop….when I got there I couldn’t….I couldn’t recognize her….the only way I could tell it was my daughter was the clothing.”


>Dash places her hooves over her mouth to suppress a gasp; perhaps now she realizes why it was so hard to talk about, well…she wanted to know everything, best not to pull any punches
“When my wife found out…she was so distraught. She’d gotten to the point that she needed medication in order to…balance her out….doctor said she’s be…stable but the loss of a child does something to a mother, something I’ll never understand for as long as I live. Mary’s death drove Linda over the edge….she lept from the balcony leading down to the street below….I was on patrol at the time…by the time I got home…there were so many people all staring at her….like she was some sort of oddity to be put on display…I’d never felt such anger or sorrow before in my life…and I couldn’t do anything but watch as the EMT put her body in a black bag…and haul her away…”


>You sit there for a moment, watching Dash as she processes your story, you believe she’s not done asking as of yet, there’s a lot more you’ll have to cover
>”But…you have that room…your daughter’s room, I saw you clean it…how long has she been gone for?”
“It’s been a year now…and its been six months for my wife.”
>”Did Mary leave it like that the day she-“
”No, I cleaned her room that day after she left for school.”
>”Then…Anon, why was it a mess when I got here?”
>You sigh to yourself, you believe she won’t understand why you do the odd things you do, in a way it’s comforting for you, it fills you with a small bit of happiness, even if it is misguided……in a way you’re disgusted with yourself.
>No grown man should be doing what you do, people would say you’re crazy. Hell when you get just the right amount of liquor in you, you think that too.
“Because I made it that way Dash.”
>”Why?”
“Because, it gives me a sense of peace…almost like it never happened ya know. In a way when I clean up her room I feel like she’s still with me you know?”
>You don’t expect her to answer, she wouldn’t really know what the hell you’re talking about
>You gaze in to Dash’s magenta eyes and see she’s fighting back tears
>”Why are you doing this to yourself Anon…this isn’t healthy…”
>You gaze hits the coffee table rather than Dash’s face
“It’s because I can’t let go Dash….”
>You slowly turn back to the tv, remote in hand.


>The two of you sit in silence for the better part of three hours; the sun is setting in the sky at this point.
>Dear lord just how much time do you waste just sitting here?
>Well, at least this silence is comforting, to you.
>And you’re sober as can be, well congratulations Anon you managed to not stay inebriated for the better part of a day, how do you feel?
>Exactly the god damn same as you did before you started drinking of course.
>Dash has been casting glances over to you the entire time, she’d open her mouth to speak, only to stop and turn back to the tv yet again.
>You were none the wiser; apparently Comedy Central has your attention, damn did having a cartoon p0ny as a roommate lose its luster already?
>Oh well, whatever, let’s see what the hell’s going on the interwebs shall we?
>You sit your remote next to Dash before making your way back to your desktop
>You hear the soft clopping of hooves as Dash approaches you from behind
>Oh dear god she is NOT going to get online!
>You are sure of it this time, you take your seat, forcing her to either stand or go back to the couch.


>With a sigh of annoyance she makes her way back over to the couch, she picks up your remote and gets your fucking TiVo set up; you wonder how she’s capable of learning how to operate all of your technology in such a short amount of time.
>That reminds you, wonder what those bronies are up to after being denied their precious mare tits
>You log back on to skype to see half of them have gone offline.
>You start typing up one of their many many chats
>You inquire as to what the hell happened to everyone; usually they were on all day.
>Skippy informs you that Bizzles headed out for the night while everyone just randomly dropped.
>Skippy then goes on to say that they probably had some shit to take care of.
>Bronies suddenly having things to do that doesn’t involve p0nies? Your mind is currently full of fuck.
>Wait a minute…the agency behind Area 53; wouldn’t they go further than just deleting the video?
>It’d make sense that if they couldn’t kill off the subject of the video that easily then it’d be natural for them to target the ones who’d released the info in order to hide Rainbow’s existence.
>Suddenly skippy posts
>”YO Anon, brb someone’s at the door.”
>Oh no…this requires all caps
>NO SKIPPY DON’T DO IT!
>no response
>NO SKIPPY NO
>no response
>NO SKIPPY DON’T DO IT YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!
>Skippy is now offline…
>God….damn…it…Skippy…

>Wuten, Sherm, and Gadget all start typing asking about what the fuck that was all about.
>You start trying to type but suddenly the power in your complex goes right the fuck out
>You hear Strelnikov in the apartment room above cursing about his now lack of fucking air conditioning
>You hear vodka bottles being tossed around, though this doesn’t catch your attention for long.
>You hear Dash shout out to you
>”Hey Anon….what the buck is going on? Why’s it all dark?”
>As she asks you hear some rustling going on outside your door, this in turn rustles your jimmies.
>Your lock begins to shake, okay this definitely isn’t good.
“Dash….I have no idea what the fuck is going on, but you are going to have to listen to me.”
>Dash tilts her head in confusion, she’s no idea what kind of shit storm is brewing
“Dash, go to my room. Now.”
>The combination of your tone inflection, followed by you hurriedly pulling your Glock 22 from the waist of your pants, causes Dash to immediately shoot off towards your room, slamming the door and locking it in the process.
>Dear lord how does she lock a door with her hooves?


>You hurry over to your door and give Dash your second order
”Dash, do you see my window?”
>”Yeah Anon, why do ya ask?”
“Because you’re going to hear some loud noises, you’ll probably hear….some screams. All I can say is, do NOT open this door for anyone other than me okay? If someone else comes to this door you fly out of my window as fast as you can.”
>You hear her call from the other door
>”What about you?”
>You don’t answer back
>”Anon?”
“Don’t worry about me Dash...I’ll be fine. You just worry about you okay?”
>You hear no response from her after that, you assume she’s probably backed away from the door at this point.
>Good, and just in time too.
>As you turn your head back towards your door you see the lock has finally given way
>The person or persons behind the door attempt to push it open, only to be stopped by your chain lock
>A swift kick easily fixes that issue
>You’re given just a quick glance of three men in suits before you dive behind your kitchen counter.


>Some skinny blonde fucker is leading the pack, followed by some black guy wearing shades, and what appears to be some ginger looking sucker with a long ponytail
>You have no time to make a ginger related quip before the three of them produce handguns of the same make as Jenkins’ colt.
>Again with the fucking silencers
>Blondie and Black fuck start emptying their clips in to your makeshift cover
>Luckily that counter is thick as can be, least their bullets can’t pierce the other side, you’re happy you chose this location over your piece of shit couch.
>Unfortunately you have no idea what ginger is doing from your angle.
>Let’s get a good rundown of just how your house fucking looks shall we?
>Those three fucks just came in from a narrow 12 foot long hallway that lead in to your living room.
>Living room is about a 30 x 25, has that piece of shit couch, mahogany table, tv with entertainment center that covers a section of the wall its placed in front of, we’ll say that’s the eastern portion of your apartment.
>Opposite to your living room is your kitchen of course, complete with thick ass counter, bar, fridge, etc. Your washer and dryer are at what would be a storage closet in your kitchen, you figure that’d be your last place to run to if ya had to.
>To the north is another hallway with a door upon the left side; that would be your daughter’s room.
>Bathroom is opposite your daughter’s room, that’ll be fucking useless to you right now.
>That leaves your room at the very end of the hallway, locked up for Rainbow.
>Okay let’s fucking do this
>And by let’s do this, you mean pray to god you can get to your washer and dryer before those three fucks can pump your ass full of bullets.
>Dear lord your apartment wasn’t made for this shit.

>Blackie Mc Blackerson is apparently the ballsiest of the group. You watch as he leaps over your counter and right to you. Probably trying to surprise you to impress his buddies. Biggest and last mistake.
>Without skipping a beat you produce your weapon from within the waistline of your pants and fire three times.
>Two to the chest, one to the head, right above the left lens of his shades. His angle makes his body fall forward, and right on to you. He's a lot heavier than you would have imagined.
>When the other two that came with him watch him die, they use this as an opportunity to act. The ginger makes his way to the actual opening in to your kitchen.
>You aren't able to get a good angle for a decent shot due to having a body on top of you. First shot is a miss, second shot is a miss.
>He's firing as you are, his first shot hits his partner's body in the back, the second one hits your exposed shoulder.
"FUCK!"
>You hesitate the pull the trigger, allowing ginger to take better aim. He fires again except this time he misses entirely.
>He's not off by much though, he manages to hit the floor about half an inch from your ear.
>You adjust your arm and fire, managing to hit his left kneecap. He goes down clutching his knee, cursing as he does so.

>The noise emitted from your weapon causes your upstairs neighbor to curse in Russian before shouting
>"YOU NOISY BASTARDS MAKE ME DROP VODKA!"
>Ginger, Blondie, and you all look at your ceiling when you hear something being cocked. Suddenly a section of your ceiling gives way when Strelnikov fires.
>Strelnikov owns a shotgun, who knew? Luckily Strel does your work for you, he unintentionally finishes off Ginger with a... lucky shot to the chest.
"Strelnikov!"
>He answers by cocking his shotgun again and firing in the direction he heard your voice. Luckily he misses. Strelnikov tries again and misses.
>Three holes in your ceiling now. This is great, now you'll have to hear him blare his music all night...if you live through this that is. Blondie is still in here somewhere.
>You hear blondie speak to someone, probably on his own personal phone, you hear him say that he's run in to a bit of an obstacle.
>You hear the patter of blondie's feet as he makes his way back out of the front door. You hear Strelnikov fire from outside.
>You assume the Russian wanted to see you before he killed you and shot blondie by mistake.
>You then hear the stomping of boots as Strelnikov marches his ass in to your apartment.

>You pick yourself up and run out your front door, leaving Dash with the russian, when you come back in you're going to have a lot of explaining to do that much is certain.
>You go outside and down a set of stairs to see blondie trying to crawl away. Strelnikov....has issues. He didn't kill blondie as you'd thought, he managed to blow off half his leg though.
>You see that the only thing keeping blondie's left leg attached at the knee is a few strands of meat and clothing.
>You waste no time in running over to the fleeing agent, stopping to put a foot on his back. You smile to yourself, now you'll finally be able to find out the location of Area 53.
"Hey asshole, you shot up my apartment pretty good didn't you? And your little soulless friend popped me in the shoulder."
>Blondie says nothing, instead you hear something snap before being swallowed. What the hell is he doing?
>You flip blondie on to his back to see him start to convluse. With a shaking hand blondie manages to flip you off before his hand goes limp. You take notice that one of his front teeth are now missing.
>You curse before kicking blondie's body in the side. There went your only lead.

>You grip your shoulder before walking back in to your apartment, significantly more pissed than before. You go inside to see Dash with a look of shock on her face.
>What could she be....oh yeah the bodies...
>You walk over to her and reach out, you wrap your good arm around her and cover her eyes. Strelnikov was leaning over Ginger, he seemed to be examining the body.
>You lead Rainbow back in to your room before she pries your hand away from her face.
>"Anon, just what the buck is going on?"
>You sigh, you'd rather not immediately go out on a limb and blame her, its not as if she knows how Earth words.
"Those men, they saw your video."
>"The one with my uh....what did your tv say...tatas?"
>You manage to chuckle despite the situation. Rainbow is not amused.
"Yes, see there are members of our government that...like to keep oddities a secret. When you did that you made the news."
>"Wait...what's a government?"
"Long story short, its like your princess, except there's more than just a single solitary ruler. We elect our 'rulers' they number in the hundreds."
>Rainbow raises an eyebrow at your very basic explanation.
>"If there's so many how do things get done?"
>Your response is more laughter.

>This causes Rainbow to sock you in the stomach with a marshmallow hoof. It doesn't actually hurt but it does bring you back to attention.
"Yes...yes sorry...anyway...when something like you makes itself known they'll usually kill all the witnesses in an attempt to cover up the existence of...things like you."
>"So what you're saying is....there's people trying to kill you because of me..?"
>Yeah from the way she's looking at the floor of your bedroom instead of you, you decide not to make the situation any worse.
>"And...all those people out there...they're dead aren't they?"
"......yes....I had you hide in here so you wouldn't have to see that...I didn't want to expose you to that."
>She silent after that, you let out a breath of air in order to help lighten this darkened mood. You look down to see Rainbow's crying silent tears.
>She gives no warning when she wraps her fore hooves around your mid section. She openly sobs in to your shirt.
>"I'm...I'm so sorry...I didn't know you'd get hurt!"
>As she cries in to your shirt you decide to carry her over to your bed, you sit down leaving Rainbow in your lap.
>Your thoughts fall upon your daughter, reminding of you of a time she hurt herself doing something. You'd do the same thing you're doing now, you'd sit her in her lap and hold her till she finally stopped.
>You really REALLY didn't want to think about that right now. Suddenly Strelnikov's voice booms over Rainbow's quiet sobs.
>"WE HAVE LIVE ONE!"

>When Strelnikov shouts you feel as if you have no choice but to let Dash sob alone.
>It hurts you to do so, almost as much as the wound you've incurred, but you gotta see what this is all about.
>You set Dash back on your bed and you make your way back to your kitchen. You hear someone coughing.
>You look to see Ginger is alive and well, his top has been undone by Strelnikov. Turns out these agents came in wearing some damn good body armor.
>Strel's shotgun didn't even mess up the stitching, did more damage to his clothing than anything else.
>Strelnikov turns to you, he's smiling. He shows that he's got a single tooth in his hands.
>"FUCK TRIED TO SWALLOW CYANIDE TABLET. I PUNCH HIM IN THROAT!"
>Strelnikov wheels around and pops Ginger's jaw with a left hook.
"Uh...Strelnikov I need him to be able to talk."
>"HE CAN TALK FINE!"
>Strelnikov moves over so you can see ginger face to face. He grimaces when Strel puts pressure on his knee.
>"Jesus! What do you want me to say huh?"
"For starters, how about you tell us just where the hell Area 53 is?"
>"How about you kiss my ass?"
>Why do they always want to do things the hard way?

>You really REALLY have no time for this bull shit. You casually walk over to blackie's corpse and grab his weapon. Least with a silencer you won't make any more noise than needed.
>You needed to hurry this shit up before the police arrive.
>When you get back to ginger you give him his only warning.
"Tell me what I want to know or things are about to start sucking for you."
>He gives you his middle finger. You respond by popping him in the thigh. Ginger curses.
>"Why did you shoot me?!"
>You shoot him again, a few inches away from the first wound. Again he screams.
"Because you're being stupid. Now tell me what I want to know. I want to know where Area 53 is, the street address, the latitude and longitude, and I'd like you to bookmark the directions on my google maps page."
>"You're high if you think I'm going to tell you anything."
"That's fine, if whoever you work for can churn out fodder like you I'm sure I'll find someone willing to cooperate. Also if you don't tell me the next bullet is going right in your jimmies."

>His eyes widen in horror when you make mention of his jimmies.
>Good, he needs to know what he'll lose if he just so happens to stay silent.
>"I....I....uh........fine...I'm dead anyway..."
>When he starts telling both you and your russian neighbor about Area 53's location he goes in to vivid detail about the foliage around the building that acts as a cover up for Area 53.
>Apparently Area 53 is based in Chicago...sucks that you're currently in New York City.
>When Ginger puts in Area 53's address in to Strelnikov's iphone you motion for them to wrap it up.
>With things turning out how they did you do not want to stay here for much longer.
>They'll be looking for you here, and you're certain they'll send more to try to erase your existence.
>When Ginger finally has Strel save the directions you offer to at least put Ginger on your couch. He's useless to you with that knee wound you gave him.
>Besides, you doubt he'd help you out anyway, after all he just tried to kill you.
>Strel picks him up from his legs while you pick him up from one of his arms. Your shoulder doesn't want to cooperate
>After setting Ginger on your couch Strel makes his way back to his apartment.
>The russian lets you know that you've got a lot of explaining to do when he comes back.
>At least you've got help it seems. A crazy russian with a shotgun is better than nothing.

>With Ginger situated you head back in to your bedroom to see Dash lying on her belly. She's got her face buried in your pillows.
>She's no longer crying but you can tell she's in quite a depressed state.
>You reach out to grab her, when she feels your hand on her side she turns to look at you.
>Her eyes are blood shot from crying so much and you can't help but wrap Rainbow up in another one armed hug.
>The two of you stay like that for a bit in silence. Listening to nothing more than her breathing as she leans in to your chest.
"Rainbow, listen...those guys you saw, there's going to be more...we need to go."
>She nods without saying anything, you know she doesn't fully understand what's going on, but its good to know she trusts you enough to listen.
>When Strelnikov walks back in to your apartment you walk out of your room to meet him, Dash follows close behind.
>Your jaw drops when you see what Strelnikov brought back.
>Yeah Strel is the typical crazy Russian...he's got an Ak-47...god damned stereotypes.
>So let's make a small checklist, ak-47 check, shotgun check, glock check, colts check, bullet proof vests from ginger and blackie check.
>When Strelnikov danges his keys in your face you realize...he's going to be the one driving.
>You still can't believe he's so quick to agree to all of this, so you ask.
"Hey Strelnikov?"
>"YES?"
"...why are you so quick to help me out?"
>"Cause you nice guy fallen on hard times, I not see you like this since wife jump like crazy person. Besides you have talking alien horsie, I crazy NOT to help."
>Not...the most pleasing reason but you can't complain. At least you now have a way to get to Chicago.
>As the two of you prep his old ass clunker for the long trek ahead you wonder just where the hell you're going to end up when this is all over.
>END