In the office of Lieutenant Briggs
Briggs: *On the phone* Yes. Understood. *Hangs up*
Harry: *Walks in*
Briggs: You were supposed to apprehend Pollanchio, not insult him. You weren't doing your job, and you could get fired for that. Now you let Frank escape, so answer me this. What the fuck do I tell the captain? Huh? What?
Harry: You can tell him that a traffic cop is making all those kills.
Briggs: A traffic cop? You expect him to believe that a traffic cop is killing off everypony? Who?
Harry: *Looks down at floor* Charlie McCoy.
Briggs: Harry, I was just on the phone with Charlie's ex wife. He's dead. A stakeout team found him in there with a bullet in his head. And the only reason that I'm going to go easy on you for letting Frank escape, is because I know that you, and Charlie were very close friends.
Harry: Yeah.
Briggs: And believe me Harry, it's Pollanchio going around killing everypony.
Harry: *Leaving office*
Briggs: Harry?
Harry: *Turns around*
Briggs: If it means anything coming from me, I'm sorry about Charlie.
Harry: *Leaves office*
Ten minutes later, at the airport, a coffin was being loaded onto an airplane. In the coffin was Charlie's corpse.
Harry: *Standing by Carol, and her little ponies* Are you sure you have to leave?
Carol: Yes, I'm sure. I never really liked it in this city.
Harry: Well, I'm going to miss your meatloaf.
Jack: We're gonna miss you too Harry.
Theresa: Yeah.
Harry: Maybe I might come, and visit you.
Carol: That would be lovely. Come on kids, let's get in the car. *Gets in car*
Theresa, Jack, and Nicholas: *Get in car*
Harry: Take them to the departure zone please.
Driver: Yes sir. *Drives away*
Harry: *Looking at John* You didn't have to come here you know.
John: I know, but I wanted to. I couldn't help, but feel responsible somehow.
The next day was an important day. Many police ponies in San Franciscolt were competing in a challenge of target practice, and combat training.
Target Pony: *Hits button that moves target*
Mercury: *Shoots target with .38 revolver*
Five bullets hit the bulls eye.
Ponies: *Clapping*
Harry: Good shooting Mercury.
Mercury: Thanks Harry, and hey. I'm sorry about Charlie McCoy.
Harry: That's alright, but what I don't understand is how John Davis got to that fucking building before you did.
Mercury: I can't understand it either. Me, and Ryan ran as fast as we could to get there. Maybe we're getting too old.
Harry: Doubt it. *Loads his gun*
Target Pony: *Hits button that moves target*
Harry: *Shoots target six times*
Three bullets hit the bulls eye, but the other three hit a 2x area, that would double up the score. He was winning.
Ponies: *Clapping*
Harry: *Reloading gun*
Max: Harry, good job. The only ponies that could stand a chance at beating you now is John Davis, and Phil Sweet.
Harry: They both use the same guns, right?
Max: We all use the same gun.
Target Pony: Harry, you're winning so far. It's your choice on the next objective. Cans, or combat.
Harry: *Thinking* Combat.
And so, they did combat. Phil, and some other ponies alreay went, now it was John's turn, and then it would be Harry's turn.
John: *Shoots enemy targets, then slowly walks*
Enemy target: *Appears*
John: *runs for cover, then shoots enemy target twice, and reloads*
Civilian target: *Appears*
John: *Waits*
Police Target: *Appears*
John: *Waits*
Enemy Target: *Appears*
John: *Shoots enemy target*
Two enemy targets: *Appear*
John: *Shoots both enemy targets, and runs out of ammo* Out!!
Target Pony: And John Davis gets in first place with forty seconds.
Ponies: *Clapping*
Target Pony: Up next is Harry Callahan.
Harry: *Shoots enemy target*
Enemy target: *Appears*
Harry: *Shoots target*
Civilian target: *Appears*
Harry: *Waits*
Police Target: *Appears*
Harry: *Waits*
Enemy Target: *Appears*
Harry: *Shoots target*
Another target appeared, and Harry shot it, but...
Phil: That was a cop. He shot one of the good ponies.
Harry: *Walks back to target pony*
Target Pony: Harry, your time was 36 seconds, but I'm sorry, you shot a good pony.
John: I'm sorry about what happened.
Harry: Well you won, that's all that matters.
John: Yeah, but it doesn't seem right.
Harry: Hey Target, how about setting up six enemy targets for me? I wanna try to use Phil's .357.
Target: Sure thing Harry.
Phil: Good luck. *Gives Harry gun*
Harry: Thank you. *Takes gun*
Target: *Makes targets appear*
Harry: *Shoots gun six times*
He shot five out of six targets. One of the bullets hit a prop building.
Harry: I missed one.
Rick: That's alright, you still did good.
Harry: It was a little too light for me.
John: You'll get the hang of it.
Harry: Yep.
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Briggs: *On the phone* Yes. Understood. *Hangs up*
Harry: *Walks in*
Briggs: You were supposed to apprehend Pollanchio, not insult him. You weren't doing your job, and you could get fired for that. Now you let Frank escape, so answer me this. What the fuck do I tell the captain? Huh? What?
Harry: You can tell him that a traffic cop is making all those kills.
Briggs: A traffic cop? You expect him to believe that a traffic cop is killing off everypony? Who?
Harry: *Looks down at floor* Charlie McCoy.
Briggs: Harry, I was just on the phone with Charlie's ex wife. He's dead. A stakeout team found him in there with a bullet in his head. And the only reason that I'm going to go easy on you for letting Frank escape, is because I know that you, and Charlie were very close friends.
Harry: Yeah.
Briggs: And believe me Harry, it's Pollanchio going around killing everypony.
Harry: *Leaving office*
Briggs: Harry?
Harry: *Turns around*
Briggs: If it means anything coming from me, I'm sorry about Charlie.
Harry: *Leaves office*
Ten minutes later, at the airport, a coffin was being loaded onto an airplane. In the coffin was Charlie's corpse.
Harry: *Standing by Carol, and her little ponies* Are you sure you have to leave?
Carol: Yes, I'm sure. I never really liked it in this city.
Harry: Well, I'm going to miss your meatloaf.
Jack: We're gonna miss you too Harry.
Theresa: Yeah.
Harry: Maybe I might come, and visit you.
Carol: That would be lovely. Come on kids, let's get in the car. *Gets in car*
Theresa, Jack, and Nicholas: *Get in car*
Harry: Take them to the departure zone please.
Driver: Yes sir. *Drives away*
Harry: *Looking at John* You didn't have to come here you know.
John: I know, but I wanted to. I couldn't help, but feel responsible somehow.
The next day was an important day. Many police ponies in San Franciscolt were competing in a challenge of target practice, and combat training.
Target Pony: *Hits button that moves target*
Mercury: *Shoots target with .38 revolver*
Five bullets hit the bulls eye.
Ponies: *Clapping*
Harry: Good shooting Mercury.
Mercury: Thanks Harry, and hey. I'm sorry about Charlie McCoy.
Harry: That's alright, but what I don't understand is how John Davis got to that fucking building before you did.
Mercury: I can't understand it either. Me, and Ryan ran as fast as we could to get there. Maybe we're getting too old.
Harry: Doubt it. *Loads his gun*
Target Pony: *Hits button that moves target*
Harry: *Shoots target six times*
Three bullets hit the bulls eye, but the other three hit a 2x area, that would double up the score. He was winning.
Ponies: *Clapping*
Harry: *Reloading gun*
Max: Harry, good job. The only ponies that could stand a chance at beating you now is John Davis, and Phil Sweet.
Harry: They both use the same guns, right?
Max: We all use the same gun.
Target Pony: Harry, you're winning so far. It's your choice on the next objective. Cans, or combat.
Harry: *Thinking* Combat.
And so, they did combat. Phil, and some other ponies alreay went, now it was John's turn, and then it would be Harry's turn.
John: *Shoots enemy targets, then slowly walks*
Enemy target: *Appears*
John: *runs for cover, then shoots enemy target twice, and reloads*
Civilian target: *Appears*
John: *Waits*
Police Target: *Appears*
John: *Waits*
Enemy Target: *Appears*
John: *Shoots enemy target*
Two enemy targets: *Appear*
John: *Shoots both enemy targets, and runs out of ammo* Out!!
Target Pony: And John Davis gets in first place with forty seconds.
Ponies: *Clapping*
Target Pony: Up next is Harry Callahan.
Harry: *Shoots enemy target*
Enemy target: *Appears*
Harry: *Shoots target*
Civilian target: *Appears*
Harry: *Waits*
Police Target: *Appears*
Harry: *Waits*
Enemy Target: *Appears*
Harry: *Shoots target*
Another target appeared, and Harry shot it, but...
Phil: That was a cop. He shot one of the good ponies.
Harry: *Walks back to target pony*
Target Pony: Harry, your time was 36 seconds, but I'm sorry, you shot a good pony.
John: I'm sorry about what happened.
Harry: Well you won, that's all that matters.
John: Yeah, but it doesn't seem right.
Harry: Hey Target, how about setting up six enemy targets for me? I wanna try to use Phil's .357.
Target: Sure thing Harry.
Phil: Good luck. *Gives Harry gun*
Harry: Thank you. *Takes gun*
Target: *Makes targets appear*
Harry: *Shoots gun six times*
He shot five out of six targets. One of the bullets hit a prop building.
Harry: I missed one.
Rick: That's alright, you still did good.
Harry: It was a little too light for me.
John: You'll get the hang of it.
Harry: Yep.
2 B continued
