“Now that the SWAT have taken care of the riot, we can get to bringing justice to R-18! Nobody riots against SwindleCo. and gets away with it!” Swindle vowed, the Constructicons in the process of repairing the damage from the riot. “And why aren’t the Protectobots doing this?” Brawl asked as Vortex stood beside him with a ball paddle. “Because they’re still on strike!” Swindle mentioned as he gestured aside. “Here are your hands, you know the rules!” Hotspot reminded as he dealt out poker hands to the rest of the Protectobots, all sat at a game table under a low hanging industrial light. “Do we? We always play Go Fish or DDR.” Groove complained. “Fine! We’ll play Go Fish!” Hotspot groaned. “That’s beside the point!” Onslaught interrupted, slamming his hand on a different table that his team was close to. “We need to find these perpetrators and show them what truly happens when you break the law for a conservative agenda!” Onslaught proclaimed. “And how do we do that?” Blast-Off inquired. “I propose we let the CPUs know and have them aide us in capturing them! Wait…’capturing’ them!” Vortex corrected. “Lemme guess: the real world police are peacefully arresting those jackasses who raided the US capitol?” Brawl guessed. “Affirmative!” Swindle and Onslaught confirmed in unison. “Then we’re treating this like a manhunt?” Brawl figured. “Why are you always not in the loop when these things are being discussed?” Swindle demanded. “Because I’m just not! Is that a problem?” Brawl challenged. “It is, actually.” Blast-Off admitted. “We have no time to lose! Our primary target is the leader of the Planepforum website, who organized the riot! Find them, and destroy them!” Onslaught ordered. “Or we could ask the SWAT to do it again.” Swindle commented, Onslaught turning with a grimace to his second-in-command.
<a few hours later>
“For now, R-18 still belongs to the fcking commies! But fear not, loyal followers, we shall soon reclaim what is rightfully ours!” A mysterious figure proclaimed as they typed their words onto a website entry, only for a high pitched beeping to build up behind them and for the figure to be dropkicked.
[Police assault in progress!]“I GOT YOUR SAFE HOUSE, RIGHT FCKING HERE!!!” The Cloaker taunted as he beat the figure with a truncheon, the rest of the SWAT breaking into the building. “You have the right to remain silent! Anything you say can and will be used against you! If you don’t have a lawyer, one will be provided!” The Bulldozer advised as he aimed an LMG at the suspect. “Wait a minute! What’s the deal with this guy?” The Taser demanded, the pummeled perp being Trump Card. “We got an advisory note from the Swindle guy, says that this creep’s an old rival of his, who’s a bigot pony counterpart to Donald Trump, quote: ‘from The Author’s brony stage’.” The Bulldozer recalled, bringing out a note from Swindle. “Surprisingly accurate, considering who incited the capitol raid.” The Cloaker remarked. The SWAT paused for a moment before looking back down at Trump Card as Razormind built up in the background.
<just outside>
“What’s taking them so long?” Swindle demanded before gunfire started sounding inside the low rent apartment that Trump Card was stationed. “Bruh! If you think you can get away murdering a Planeptune National, you can think again!” Neptune berated, pained screams sounding within the building amidst the gunfire. “Why? THIS IDIOT IS TRYING TO SPEAK ON BEHALF OF YOU!!! AND IS GIVING YOUR NATION A BAD REP!!!” Swindle reminded. “I’m kidding! Go ahead and kill his ass!” Neptune allowed. “I think that’s already been done…” Nepgear gulped before the wall from one of the upper apartments was blown out by LMG fire, Razormind now clearly audible in the background.
[Police assault in progress!]
“DOZER!!!” The Bulldozer cheered as Trump Card’s bullet riddle corpse flew from the apartment and cratered into the road. “You know something’s wrong with a person when a murder fantasy about them ends like this!” Neptune remarked, the corpse emitting steam from the bullet holes. “Considering what happened, things could been far worse for the analogue!” Swindle figured as he pulled the slide back on a scaled handgun and double-tapped Trump Card for good measure.
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