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The usual method of opening crates required crowbars. Yet Amanda lacked any. Fortunately, this was not an issue. This was due to the fact a horsewoman of her stature was incredibly sinewy. With ease, she punched a hole in the top of the crate. From there, she ripped it apart, unveiling its contents. Grenades, RPG Rockets, bullets, perfect.

The horsewoman had plenty of explosives. Opening the rest of the ammunition crates, she quickly got to work placing the explosives. Afterward, she needed a method to detonate them all. Luckily, she had put a line of explosives that would set off a chain reaction when discharged. All she needed was an initial explosion. An idea popped into her mind; she grabbed one of five eighty-eight millimeter shells she carried in an armored box and smiled devilishly_._

Now all that was needed was a way to remotely detonate the shell. Amanda recalled the type of shell carried to be APCBC. It contained an explosive filler that would detonate after it had penetrated a certain depth. Simply shooting it with her large pistols would set it off.

Stepping outside the warehouse, she unholsters a pistol with a flourish, spinning it around her finger, takes aim, and pulls the trigger. With a loud roar followed by thunderous shock waves out the sides, a 35mm shell is fired at hyper-velocity. With an incredible explosion, the round smashes into the shot, detonating it and its explosive payload.

Several more explosions follow, shaking the cave. The giant smoke cloud left behind causes Amanda to cough wildly as she quickly sprints out of the cave. Outside, in the humid rainforest, she quickly regains her breath and sees smoke rising out of the cave. Several more anthros rush out of the cave, hacking wildly.

Soon a large group of anthros stood outside catching their breath. Spotting the horsewoman, they quickly reached for their pistols; out of the crowd of anthros, a rhino-morph stepped forward. Despite his large size, he was still significantly shorter than the horsewoman, standing at 250cm in height.

“Who the HELL are you?!?!” The rhino hollered, angry.

Proud of the destruction she caused, the Indagator smirked. “Amanda, Elite Deity-Class Indagator.”

The rhino’s face read a mixture of fear and anger as he realized what the horsewoman was. “Oh fuck.” He mumbled. Amanda’s absurdly sharp ears picked up on it.

“Now, we can do this the easy way,” Her gaze changed into a death glare. “-Or the hard way.” With quick but audible shick! Her blade elegantly danced out of its sheath as she readied a battle stance.

The rhino shrunk before her.

"Your choice." Her voice was stony and hostile. The anthros cowered before her, terrified. One falcon-morph within the group leveled his pistol and spoke up.

"Come on! Just cause she's an Indagator, all you chicken out! We outnumber her three to one; let's fuck this bitch up! Then later, we can all have our fun with her." He smiled with a lecherous grin then pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced the horsewoman's cloak and was promptly stopped by her armor. Quickly, with renewed courage, all the other anthros followed the falcon's lead and fired into her.

"Idiots." She mumbled, then ran forward, stabbing the first anthro. Deftly she followed with another slash, removing the head of another before the anthros realized what had happened. Amanda pirouetted through the large group of anthros as they fired; some ran for the rainforest while others spread out.

Like a dance rehearsed over hundreds of thousands of times, Amanda performed exquisitely. Weaving her way between each anthro with ferocious speed and agility. Her blade spared no one. As one after the other was dispatched in little more than moments. The proof of her superhuman abilities and century of experience. Her professionalism was impeccable.

She wasted not a single breath nor a single stroke of her blade as she elegantly danced between them, cleaving one after the other. The falcon, in the meantime, desperately ducked behind others terrified of the Indagator's blade. He threw his companions at her as he hopelessly scrambled away only to be the last living soul of the fight.

The ridiculously tall horsewoman stood before him and slammed her hoof onto his neck, smashing him into the ground. He was alive, albeit heavily wounded; he would undoubtedly have a concussion.

"Now tell me, you little shit. Who are you working for, and where the hell did you get your supplies?" The Indagator's voice dripped with venom as she intimidated the poor falcon until he wet his pants. He could clearly see the tip of her blade as it dripped blood. Cowering like a puppy, he was rendered speechless. Amanda drilled her hoof further into the falcon-morph's neck, careful not to kill him.

“Whimpering is not a damn answer.”

“Why don’t you ask the rhino?!” The falcon wailed.

Amanda peered over the battlefield covered in blood; littered with bodies, and limbs. She found the rhino’s head separated from his body. “He’s dead. Which leaves only you.”

“What?!”

“Now talk.”

The falcon coughed and gasped; never before had he been terrified of a horse. "I don't know!"

"Really?" Amanda added more weight to her hoof, making it harder for the falcon to breathe.

“Yes! Yes!” He wheezed. “No!”

Amanda released the pressure off his neck slightly.

“Continue.”

The falcon sputtered. “I can’t say who we work for as the rhino you killed only had that information. But I can tell you we get our supplies from Westdon Suppliers.”

“How can you assure me you’re telling the truth?” The Indagator’s gaze was hard a stone and as cold as ice.

“There are documents I can show you.”

“Then how can you assure me it’s not a trap?”

“You’ve killed the entire cartel here. I’m the only survivor.”

“Hmph," Amanda grunted, then lifted her hoof off the falcon's neck. He gasped for breath as the pressure was released off his neck. His head throbbed. As he lay on the ground, the falcon could hear a groan, lurch, and roil as if a pressure cooker was overfilled.

Shakily he stood up beneath the horsewoman’s piercing gaze. He rubbed his neck.

“Follow me.”

By that point, the smoke had mostly cleared out of the cave. Amanda followed the falcon-morph down the long hallways. He led her down the center into a giant mess hall hewn out of the gray stone. The tables were made of stone, covered in stone cups, tankards, and plates. Machine guns were laid against the tables or were placed atop. Amanda could smell the mixture of food and drink. Simple wooden chairs sat around each rectangular table. Toward the end was an enclave turned into a bar.

Taking Amanda past the bar through a stone door on the left, she was led into a long rectangular carved hall. It was just tall enough for her height, although she noted; her maroon hair, tied into a high ponytail, grazed the ceiling. While the sides of the halls had stone doors much too small for the Indagator. At the end of the hallway was a pair of tall double doors carved out of stone.

“Who’d you hire to carve everything?” Amanda curiously asked, careful to not let her guard down.

“Stone Enforcers ltd. I don’t see how they matter.”

“They’re affiliated with a drug cartel.”

A wide-open room was past the tall double doors, with a central stone desk and file cabinets lining the walls. Rugs were placed on the floor, adding color to picture frames nailed into the rock. A giant light was tucked away in the corner, lighting up the entire room. Amanda quickly moved past the falcon and began rummaging through the desk.

“It’s unfair how drugs are labeled as all bad.” The falcon spoke.

“I don't make the laws," Amanda responded.

The falcon sighed and surveyed the room. The morph found a loaded RPG lying against a wall. He peered at the Indagator, clearly busy with the desk, and began inching his way toward it.

“But you enforce them.”

“I only enforce the magical laws.”

“Aren’t they the same?”

“No.” Amanda quickly responded with a hostile tone.

“Drugs are still illegal underneath them.”

“Only the magical drugs. Like the ones you peddle.”

“But they help!” The falcon shouted, nearing the RPG.

“With what?! Addictions?! Killings?! You, damn gangs, are the fucking problem! The way you run your damned business! Innocent people get caught up with that shit and fucking die!” Amanda was enraged at the falcon’s suggestion. “Then you proceed to use fucking monsters! Monsters!! To defend your shit! There is no good side to them!”

The falcon reached the RPG and carefully readied the rocket launcher.

“What about medical Marijuana?! There are all sorts of good sides to them!”

“Those aren't magical," Amanda growled in response.

“They’re still drugs!”

“Not the kind of drugs that cause people to die from dehydration or worse, slowly kill them with unimaginable pain.” The Indagator choked back sorrow as she recalled a painful memory.

“Then you’re all hypocrites!” The falcon pulled the trigger, firing the rocket. Amanda looked up and only had a split second to react. Instinctively she reached out her palm and generated a shock-wave. It blasted the RPG rocket causing it to detonate, but the blinding flash and the over-pressure generated by the missile smacked her in the face like an anvil thrown at her causing her to stumble backward. She caught herself on the bookcase leaning against it.

Smoke filled the room and sent her on a coughing spree. She quickly generated an air gust with her palm, creating a gap for her to breathe. She expected a charge but instead heard the beat of wings as the falcon fled down the hallway. Her vision was still blurry from the flash and blocked by the smoke.

Her ears rang from the intense explosion. Blood dribbled out of them as their over-sensitivity was overwhelmed by a blast so close to her. Angry, the horsewoman deftly reached for her pistol and fired a wild shot downrange. She could distinctly hear another explosion at the end. The recoil pushed out of the gun, knocked the paintings off the walls and the bookcases beside her down. Including the one, she leaned on.

Clumsily she fell over atop the bookcase crushing it beneath her colossal weight. It was reduced to splinters.

“Fuck.” She mumbled.

As her vision returned, she spotted through the hole in the smoke cloud, the falcon-morph at the base of the wall in the mess hall, his head bent far back over his shoulders. Did I hit him? Amanda thought. I’ll find out after I get whatever documents I need here. The Indagator shuffled through the papers littering the ground. A letter caught her eye.

Vic,

Your shipment of guns and ammunition will be delivered 10 July 2021. As requested, we were able to get ahold of RPGs and grenades. We appreciate your business.

• Westdon Suppliers

Hmph. I guess the falcon was telling the truth. Amanda thought. Reading another letter, she found

Vic,

Your reported profits are surprising; I'll be sure to give you and your team a bonus.

• LNV

LNV. Amanda had no idea who it was, but it provided her with a name. She tucked both letters into a pocket on her cloak as she left the large room. The Indagator entered the mess hall and approached the falcon’s body. With a hoof, she overturned the body to find the head hanging loosely and bent unnaturally backward. As Amanda attempted to crouch down beside the body, she was quickly impeded by her mammoth nutsack. It was as tight as a drum, packed with an endless amount of semen.

The impossibly endowed horsewoman was used to the feeling. The sheer pressure within her nutsack was easily a thousand times the deepest part of the ocean. Usually, this would feel painful for anyone else, but for her, the mind-boggling pressure provided low-grade arousal. She could only sit on them, causing her monumental pillars of horse meat, already gushing oceans of semen, to gush even more profusely. Despite them hidden away in their respective, equally massive sheathes.

Examining the body closely, Amanda noted the falcon’s face riddled with several cuts of varying sizes. She bent the falcon's face against his chest and the back of his head over the shoulders. Looking back at the wall the falcon had smashed into, the Indagator noted a black mark on the wall. With her finger, she rubbed it and felt ash.

Cause of death, broke his neck when he smashed against the wall. Must’ve been unable to change direction. Amanda examined further. Hmph. He might’ve been dead by the time he hit the wall. She looked closely at the falcon’s face riddled with cuts. Reaching into one, she pulled out a small piece of metal. Shrapnel.

The falcon fled, my blind shot detonated on the wall, spraying his face with shrapnel. That’s what probably killed him. Breaking his neck was most likely afterward. The horsewoman pulled out the magazine in her pistol. Painted in gold was the name “HE.” High-Explosive. That’s what did it.

Standing back up, she headed out of the cave. Now to find out what, LNV, Stone Enforcers ltd., and Westdon Suppliers are up to.