Raiden didn't survive, but the secret weapon did. It wasn't until two days later when Con & The Resistance found out.

Con: I thought thta weapon would be gone.
Edward: You thought wrong my friend. Now the Irish are about to make the deal with the Mexicans in 3 hours, at this place north of our position.
Con: Then we'd better get a move on.
Edward: I don't know lad, there's hundreds of them, and we have only five stallions.
Carole: And one mare.
Con: Then we must go.

They arrived at the place, and Con got ready to climb the mountain.

Edward: You sure you got this?
Con: Yeah. *climbs up*
Edward: Carole, do you have any binoculars?
Carole: Yeah *gives them to Edward*
Edward: *Looks through binoculars* He's already halfway up!
Resistance Sgt: That's a huge mountain, how'd he do that?
Con: *hammers spike in mountain*
Carole: What's he doing?
Edward: He's setting some spikes with ropes in the mountain.
Con: There. That should do it *climbs up*
Edward: Hold on.
Carole: What is it?
Edward: Somepony.
Con: *makes it to top*
Raiden: *walks toward Con*
Con: *looks up*
Raiden: *kicks Con*
Con: *rolls toward cliff* OHHH! *falls and stops*

Yeah, about Raiden not surviving... I lied

Con: *climbs back up*
Raiden: *takes out spike*
Con: *loses ground*
Edward: This can't be good.
Raiden: *takes out 2nd spike*
Con: Damn! If she takes the third one out, I'm dead.
Raiden: *takes 3rd spike out*
Con: *teleports behind Raiden*
Raiden: So much for Mr. Mane
Con: *kicks Raiden off mountain*
Raiden: *falls*
Edward: Alright, let's go.
Con: *lowers basket*
Carole: It's a long way up.
Edward: We have to wait a few minutes before making our way up.
Raiden: *flies back to top of mountain*
Con: *whistling song*
Raiden: *grabs gun*
Con: *hits Raiden*
Raiden: *drops gun*
Edward: It's here. Let's get on *goes in basket*
Carole: *gets in*
Raiden: *hits Con's nose*
Con: *hits Raiden's neck*
Raiden: *falls asleep*
Carole: We're here.
Con: Good. Now let's get the others.
Edward: They won't be in this fight. It's just the three of us.
Con: That's too bad. The more the merrier.

2 B continued