In Canterlot Con was going to be briefed on his new assignment.

P: Good evening.
Con: Hi. It is a good evening isn't it?
P: Ja, but I have a job for you. One of our ships, the Los Alabama has been sunk.
Con: Why? Do you know what happened?
P: The crew accidentally reeled in a sea mine.
Con: Oh great.
P: No it isn't. We also had somepony kill two others on a boat. You must find out who is doing all this.

And So Con went into Vanhoover to find out what was going on. He was driving his car when....

Irish pony43: *pulls over*
Raiden: That better not have been-
Irish pony43: It was. We'll have some guards over at the house in case he shows.
Con: *locks car* Now to just get to the mansion. *walks*
Irish pony98: *relaxing*
Raiden: *drinking martini*
Con: *climbs wall*
Irish pony54: Found him! Hooves up!
Con: *surrenders*

30 seconds later

Irish pony54: A nambu pistol. Standard weapon for a C.I.E agent. What are you doing here?
waiter: *walks toward them*
Con: For a drink *spills beer on them*
Raiden: What are you doing? Stop him!
Irish pony98: *shoots at Con*
Con: *jumps over wall*
Irish pony54: After him! *falls over wall*
Irish pony98: *climbs over wall* Anypony can do it.
Carole: *grabs bow & arrow*
Con: *running*
Irish ponies: *running with dogs*
Carole: *shoots irish pony*
Con: Nice shot.
Carole: Thanks.
Con: You better stay with me if you wanna escape. *runs*
Carole: *follows*
Canadian pony56: *tries to open door*
Irish pony4: *breaks window*

Con's car then blew up

Con: Well I hope you have a car.
Carole: *smiles* This way
Con: *folllows*
Carole: *gets in*
Con: A Shitroen?
Irish pony65: *shoots tree near Con*
Carole: Get in!
Con: *gets in*
Carole: *drives*
Irish pony34: Get our cars! They cant' go far.
Con: So how fast does this car go?
Carole: 32 miles an hour.
Con: Out of all the cars in the world, and you get this.
Carole: It's a sexy car!
Con: *facepalm* Mares.
Irish pony34: *follows*
Con: And, they caught up.
Irish pony65: *shoots Carole's car*
Carole: NO! They broke the window!
Con: Floor it!
Carole: I am! It won't go any faster!
Irish pony97: *rams car*
Con: Take the low road!
Carole: *flips car over*
Con: Not that low!
Firefighting pony: *driving by*
Irish pony97: Get out of the way!!
Firefighting pony: Move! We have to get to a fire!
Con: *gets car back on wheels* Do you mind if I drive?
Carole: No.
Irish pony97: Well we have somepony to get to!
Con: *tries to start car* come on you peice of shit!
Firefighting pony: MOVE! Or I'll call the cops!
Irish pony65: *shoots firetruck* Back up, or the next bullet hits you!
Firefighting pony: *backs up*
Con: 5th try! *turns key* Still won't start!!!!!!!
Irish pony97: *pushes Carole's car*
Con: Yes! *drives at 30 mph*
Irish pony34: *shoots tire*
Con: I'm afraid we have a flat. That'll slow us down.
Carole: You aren't gonna stop are you?
Con: Of course not!
Irish pony65: *gets next to Carole's car*
Con: *pushes car off road*
Irish pony65: NO! *falls out of car*
Irish pony34: *shoots himself*
Irish pony97: Morons!

The other enemy car was rolling down the hill to the other part of the road where Con was heading.

Irish pony97: *shoots engine*
Carole: My car is on fire!
Con: Somehow we're going faster!
Irish pony97: AHHH *hits other car*
Con: *drives into water*

The three irish ponies were dead.

2 B continued