CC: You could keep a lookout while I drive.

Gordon: Eeyup.

CC: *drives*

Gordon: We're almost at the building.

CC: Good *sees car stopped at green light in front of him* *honks horn* Lets go!
*car moves*

Gordon: If they can't see a green light, those idiots shouldn't drive.

CC: He's lucky we have somewhere to be right now.

Gordon: *Sees building* There it is.

CC: *parks out behind the building*

Gordon: *Gets out of car*

CC: *gets out keeping a concealed pistol on his way to the building*

Gordon: *Opens door to building* After you.

CC: *goes inside* *takes a seat*

Gordon: *Looks around building* Nice place Sam chose. Only thing that Jim didn't tell us, was which floor the weapons were placed on.

CC: Now we gotta go to that floor?

Gordon: You don't have to, but I will.

CC: Well I should be able to find the building quicker with my tracking magic.

Gordon: You mean the floor? We're already in the building.

CC : Yes I did. Well if they went to that floor a lot I could.

Gordon: That's okay, I'll find it. Make sure none of those Fillydelphian cunts show up. If they do, kill them.

CC: I'll be ready. *brings out pistol*

Gordon: *Walks upstairs* Oh guns. Come out wherever. *Stops walking* What the fuck am I doing? I'm talking to weapons as if they could talk back! What is this, a kid's show? Oh shit. I better not let Case Cracker hear what I'm saying.

CC: *Waits on the ground floor* *turns on and off his tracking magic, then becomes dizzy* Ugh. *stops using magic*

Gordon: *Looking around third floor* I found them. They're all on the third floor. *Goes back downstairs to tell Case*

CC: *looks out a window for suspicious activity but finds none*

(You know, I've played through Grand Theft Auto 5 and gotten into a couple high-speed chases with the 5-0 during my playthrough. I can't help but think GTP needs one. Only instead of the police... it's the fucking mafia. You will now know why I had my Canterlot 705 completely tricked out.)

Fillydeplhia Mafia Pony #23(let's pretend the Mafia in Fillydelphia has 75 ponies in it, not including Michael, the leader of the mafia. Considering how hell-bent they are at hunting Power down, I think they want him dead. Then again, the maxim that you don't fuck with a mafia of any renown applies here...): Get back here, you son of a bitch! Our boss said to either come back with you alive so he can kill you personally, or bring him your corpse! Which is it gonna be?
Power Play, going 95 in a Canterlot 705: Neither, you stupid cunt! *throws a grenade at the car the mafia pony's driving; it breaks through the windshield lands in the passenger seat*
Fillydelphia Mafia Pony #23: Oh, shit. *dies by grenade explosion; car also blows up, killing 6 other ponies, none of which are recognizable anyway*
Power Play: Now we're... playing with power. *puts on sunglasses* (YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH­!)
Fillydelphia Mafia Pony #37: *gets to within 5 car lengths of Power Play's car and starts shooting*
Power Play: Oh Luna, not again. *grabs Lyra Heartstrings, who was just passing by*
Lyra: What the fuck?! *tries to escape*
Power Play: Not today, Lyra. *pulls Lyra into car*
Lyra: I can have the cops on your ass for sexual harassment, you know!
Power Play: I'm not here to fuck; I'm trying to escape the mafia shitstorm! Here, take the wheel!
Lyra: Are you that really ass-fuckingly crazy?!
Power Play: YES. Just fucking floor it. Fuck the police and whoever they get their bribes from!

Gordon: *Hears sirens, and arrives at Case Cracker's position* Do you hear that?

CC: Sounds like some sirens.

Gordon: I better get those weapons. *Goes back upstairs*

CC: K. I'll keep 'em here

Gordon: *Getting weapons*
Police Ponies: *Blocking road*
Police Pony 4: Attention all units, we have set up a roadblock in front of the gangsters chasing each other.

CC: Shit. *waits for the police to make the first move*

Gordon: *Arrives* Wait a minute. What are those cops doing?

Gordon: Case, get upstairs. They won't find us, but be quiet.

Power Play, texting Gordon and Case Cracker while Lyra drives(don't ask how he got your ponies' phone numbers): "Dont worry; they wont come after u; trying to get out of the mafia's influence, which ain't going too well, considering I blew up 1 of their cars. Stay outta sight and you should be fine. I repeat: the fuzz and mob are on me and you should hide right now"

(Seriously. It's Power the police and mafia want. The police got into it because he blew up one of the mafia cars and now he has the police on his ass. Coincidentally, I'm taking all bets on how many stars this'll be worth in the rap sheet, from 1 to holy shit.)

CC: K I'll be there. *cautiously takes pistol with him upstairs*

Gordon: *Looking at text* Case, did you get one of these?

Gordon: I wonder who sent this to me.

CC: I didn't check *arrives upstairs amd checks* I did.

Gordon: You got the same text that I did?

CC: Yep. Says they're not after us.

Gordon: I knew that. I wonder what obvious statement they'll tell us next. 2 + 2 = 4?

CC: *snickers* Sure they will. The fuzz just better keep their distance.

Power Play, taking the wheel because Lyra needs to calm the fuck down, as much as this chase is gonna let her do that: Damn, Lyra... blowing up 4 police cars with one grenade is fucking cool and all butat some point, we gotta try to--
Police Pony in Helicopter: You cannot escape us, you fucking murderer!
Power Play: Lyra, I know you're rrying to stay at leat a little calm... but I need you to shoot down helicopters for me.
Lyra: WHAT?! I already blew up 9 of the motherfuckers' cars, plus 4 mafia vehicles! I don't have room for jail time! If my nerves were any more frayed, theyd be like unravelled lassos!
Power Play: Ugh, fine. You drive, I'll take out the eyes in the skies.

(Right now, Power's led them 5 miles away from your mission destnation.)

Gordon: *sees helicopters nearby* What the hell is going on?

CC: I don't know,but them on ground left.

Police Ponies: Suspects are heading away from our location. We're moving out.
Gordon: *Looks out window* The police ponies are leaving.

CC: *goes to the that window* They are.

Gordon: *Hears his phone ring, and answers* Hello?
Jim: How is everything?
Gordon: Fine, but the police were by us for some reason. They set up a roadblock to stop somepony, but then they just left.
Jim: Alright. Lock the room where the weapons are, and get back here.
Gordon: I'm on it. *Hangs up*

CC: We leavin?