Totally rewriting it, changing around some names, fixing the plotline etc. Derpy found a shard of mirror, and finally saw herself after a year. Two guns were strapped to her back, but she could easily hold four with all her muscle. Scars ran down her filthy body, and on her arm, DERPY was carved in with a knife. Whenever she needed ink to write something down, she would take her knife and cut a little into one of the gashes and use a quill to take the blood and use it as ink. Around her neck was a necklace with the teeth of her worst enemies she had to kill, and the dogtags of her dead comrades. Her mane had grown considerably in length since it was cut off, but it was still short and was dirty and charred. She used to keep it shaved to remind herself of her past experience, but she stopped since she wanted to forget much of it. Her cutie mark, a group of bubbles, had been cut off by herself when she decided she was sick of her old life and didn't even know what the bubbles were for. When the skin grew back, nothing was there. The only thing that remained unchanged were her beautiful yellow eyes, still the same from when she had a happy life and was engaged. A tear fell on the shard and she threw it back on the ground. Lev and the Silent Soldier Princess Celestia has become queen in the year 2015. Korea is an independent nation. No wars are being fought, although conflict still rages in parts of the Middle East and Somalia. Organized crime in East Europe has risen to power though, and in Bulgaria, successfully overthrew the government. The agency, a defense and intelligence agency from Equestria, has been tracking a suspicious project called OCOS. All that is known are the names of the ponies connected to it, every single one with a history of world scale crime. The agency has chosen an alcoholic, violent agent named Lev Pavlov to investigate... Chapter 1: Phone Call The phone started to ring. As he picked it up, he knew it would be his second assignment of the week. “Lev…” Lev sat up in his bed. “Lev, I have a bigger assignment for you than what you usually have.” Lev was lying in the bed of the 4 star hotel room the agency paid for as his home. He had just been to a Russian wedding, and had gone through two large bottles of Vodka, and was still partially drunk and could not really remember what happened. “This is a multiple assassination and intel gathering mission. I need you to silently take out 7 ponies within one week.” Or else what? “These ponies include Captain Verkos, the corrupt leader of the Equestria guard. There is also a party tonight called the Gala at the castle, and Verkos will be there. Also there will be three assassins, some Anonymous hackers accidentally found out and reported it to us. We know the assassins will take out someone of importance, but we don’t know who they’re target is, who the hitmen are, when, and how the kills will take place. There will also be some arms dealers there. We know that they work for General Baker, general of the British marines, who has been known for illegally obtaining weapons and plutonium, and selling it to terrorist organizations in Somalia and the Middle East. Capture the officials, and get intel on Baker and the two ponies who sell him the weapons, which will lead to their assassination.” Even though Lev was tipsy then, he got all of it. “All of these targets are linked to a secret project known as OCOS, which we know nothing about. Try to get information on it from ponies other than the targets.” Lev usually protected owners of companies. He had no idea why the agency chose him to do this mission. The most exciting thing he had done was assisting killing the last crazy paranoid, North Korean dictator, who had plans to use nuclear weapons against neighboring countries. This was from before Korea became one independent nation. Lev cast doubts on his commander. “Out of all your best soldiers and agents, why the hell did you choose the worst possible choice for this assignment?” “Over the last month, all of our best agents have been disappearing for some time, and have been reappearing washed up on the beach, with no reminiscence of anything they had done while working at the agency.” “Remember Derpy?” Those words pierced Lev, as he looked back in his memory to those upsetting times. “No ****.” Derpy had been one of the best agents in the history of the agency, who prevented a WWIII from happening, twice. She and Lev had been good friends, and had often gone out for coffee together. She disappeared one day from her house, and reappeared two days later with severe amnesia. “But anyway” Durwood blurted in his British accent, “the Gala is tomorrow night, so be prepared. We have a contact for you there. Her name is Rainbow Dash, one of the best pilots we know.” A picture of a beautiful light blue pony with wings and hair that was lots of different colors appeared on Lev’s videophone. “If you should require assistance, for only absolute emergencies you should use the distress button we planted in you, and ground forces will come to your assistance. We only have a small amount though, and even though they are trained well, just you and your contact have a better chance against the guard than they do. They should only come if you require extraction and you can’t escape. I’ve given you a cover name and profile, Daniel Spade, a British Doctor of Ancient Greek and Roman art. If anyone should recognize you as your normal self, you may continue to talk to them as you normally would, but if there are guards or targets around, do not talk to them, and pretend to meet them as your false personality. We have armed you with two silenced PPSs, two needles with a fast acting poison that will make someone go mad, and then die after 30 minutes to an hour. You also have a knife, and in your luxury car we have provided you with, you have a silenced MP5 and katana, only to be used in an emergency. Good luck Lev.” “Wait! I...” Lev could hear the strange chord of the dial tone coming from the phone. He sobered himself up, got his tuxedo ready, and refreshed his British accent (different from his moderately heavy Russian accent). He loaded the car with the sword and SMG beneath the carpet under the two leather seats. Rainbow Dash. Haven’t I heard that name before? Deciding it was a false memory, he let it by. Chapter 2: The Bar and the Contact It was usually uncommon to see cars around Ponyville, but today, so many rich guests attended, there was a lot full of the best British and Italian sports cars. He parked his in a spot that was secluded, yet very close to an entrance to the castle. He walked up the elegant front steps, and jumped in fright as a guard tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey you! Nice tux.” “Urm… why thank you. You look equally dashing in that uniform of yours as well.” “Thank you. You have a nice night, sir.” Lev hurried inside. He walked through the dance floor, and could feel the vibration from the bass from the DJ’s speakers pulsing through him. He then found the bar, and asked for a shot of vodka. The bartender informed Lev that they had only American fig vodka (Lev secretly hated American drinks). Lev declined, and just ordered the house drink, a wine made from locally grown apples. He then walked over to the balcony, and looked out over the dance floor. He could see a few guards around, making sure nobody was drunk or was getting high. He also saw some private security guards, standing near a few wealthy buisnessponies. Finding nothing very good at the bar, he left his drink out, and walked to one of the nearby lounges. He then immediately spotted the same light blue pony from the picture, wearing an elegant dress, and trying to join in to a conversation. Lev saw that whenever Rainbow Dash tried to speak, someone would laugh loudly or say something right before she could even produce a sound. She then looked in Lev’s direction, but did not see him. Lev walked a little closer, noticing a Jackson Pollok painting on the wall. She spotted him then, and approached him kind of discreetly. “Hey Daniel.” “Hello darling” he said, trying to keep his British personality going. “How’s the party” Lev said. “Pretty good.” The way she spoke made her seem much less formal than he was acting. “Have you seen anything good?” (They established a code before the event through the agency. They are saying if they have seen the targets.), his contact said, looking him in the eyes like she missed something. “Nah. Not really anything.” “Do you want a drink? I just was at the bar, but I didn’t really find anything I liked.” She hesitated. “I’ll just have a tonic water.” They walked over to another bar, and finding no guards, stopped talking in the ridiculous manner they were told to use by the agency. “It’s really bugging me. I think I know you from somewhere.” She stopped, and looked slightly away from him. The bartender took to his request to get her tonic water, acknowledging Lev’s pretend story that she was pregnant, thinking it was a little stupid not ordering a real drink at an event like this, as he identified himself as a snob about alcohol. “I’ll have to tell you later, but we both work for the same place.” A depressing expression was shown on her face. Chapter 3: The Charmer They left the bar and went to the reception hall. The room was very tall, about 150 feet. There was a very wide hallway, leading to the grand staircase. Lev spotted Captain Verkos talking to some other ponies, who were dressed in a very old fashioned yet classy manner. Verkos wore the uniform all the guard wore if there was a formal occasion, yet his was platinum on the helmet, and gold on the breastplate. Using conversational tactics learned from working at the agency, Lev and Rainbow Dash worked their way towards Verkos. After 30 minutes of conversation, they finally got to him, using their false identities. “Queen Celestia knows how to throw very good parties,” Verkos said, in a European accent Lev could not quite make out. “She sure does!” The obnoxious phrase came from his right, where Rainbow Dash stood. Lev felt the unsightly statement could possibly lead to blowing their cover, as Rainbow Dash was trying to sound prim the whole night when they would talk to someone of importance. “The girl is quite the charmer.” Verkos said to Lev. “Thank you. We’re getting married in a few months.” Lying to keep Verkos from figuring out their real intentions, Lev trembled a little bit as he said it. “Congratulations. You are a very lucky girl… what did you say your name was? “Um, its Aurora, Aurora Embers.” Rainbow Dash said. They talked for an hour, danced for a little bit, and went back to conversation. They got to Lev’s false degree in Greek art. “You know, the Queen has a large collection of artifacts from Roman temples. Would you two care to follow me into the gallery? Its only a flight of stairs.” Verkos looked to a flight of stairs. “Why don’t we, Aurora?” Lev said to Rainbow Dash, with a slightly worried look in his eyes. As they went to the stairs they pretended to hold hands, but really he handed her one of his pistols, and the drug in the needle. They continued to the stairs, which were pretty nice, for going to a basement, which Verkos said was finished and completely redone into a modern look. The hall was very nice- he could see a home theatre through one door, a room with pool tables in another, and also a collection of exotic birds. Verkos led them to one room, where there were some paintings and statues. Lev walked in with Rainbow Dash, but then he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head and everything went black. Chapter 4: The Cell Lev awoke to find Rainbow Dash, two of the private security guards, and a few innocent ponies who must have lost their way in the enormous party and stumbled upon something that should be left in secrecy. They were all in an extremely cramped cell, with no windows, and a metal door. He checked his pockets for any of the weapons he had with him, but all he found was his wallet with some euros in them. Immediately then, Verkos’ voice came over a speaker, hidden from view. “Welcome to my playroom. All of you are in here because you each slipped up in some way, and under my orders, I can kill you all. Lev, you have an hour to tell me what the access code is to the agency’s records and communications, and you at least have a chance of living.” Lev decided to ask Rainbow Dash where he knew her. “Lev, do you remember North Korea?” She asked. “Of course I do.” “Remember how the nearest aircraft carrier was sunk, and you were trapped?” Lev thought back to that moment. Him and eight of the agency’s special operations forces were left, of thirty that arrived there. One of his dearest friends, Folworth, had his entire lower half of his body blown apart by an RPG. There were two Ospreys supposed to pick them up, but they were shot down, and a message came over the radio that the carrier, the E.S. Imperia, had been almost completely vaporized by a pretty weak nuclear missile. He ran to the prearranged point where he and his comrades were supposed to be extracted, knowing that no help would come, but he told the other soldiers there would be, just so they would not die of suicide. Tanks and jeeps were pursuing them as they ran to the parking lot. Lev had not known, but snipers were in the fake office building, just build to look impressive, next to the lot. So far, two more soldiers were killed running there. He was 400 feet to the lot, but a sniper had spotted Lev, and Folworth being carried by a soldier named Yuchinski. The sniper shot through Yuchinski’s chest, and went through Folworth’s head, coming out of his eye socket. Lev and the 3 others that remained went into the fake building and took out the snipers. Lev radioed base, his eyes tearing up from the death of his friend. “Please! Is there even a way that would at least have a small chance of us getting out!?” “Well, we do have a carrier with a test plane on it, the E.S. Magika, but its fuel is low, and its far away.” Then a voice came up on the radio. “I’ll get you boys out of there.” Five minutes later, an Osprey with jets came speeding to the lot, doing a roll to avoid being hit. Lev and the other soldiers had run outside, and took cover behind a destroyed fuel truck. The Osprey came near the ground, high, but one could climb on. They all made it out alive, and when they got back on the carrier, they had 15 seconds of fuel to spare. Lev saw one glimpse of the pilot that got them out, but didn’t really think much at the time, still traumatized by what happened. “You saved my life” Lev gave her a kind of manly hug. “It was pretty easy, actually” Rainbow Dash pointed out. During the atmosphere of relief and melancholy that filled the room, the door swung open, revealing Verkos. In his hands, he held a shotgun, the new, modern looking kind. He pumped it, shot, and killed all of the innocent ponies, not missing once. He then swung it in the direction of the remaining ponies and was about to kill the captives when one of the mercenaries grabbed the coins Lev had been examining earlier and threw them at Verkos, stunning him for a second. Even just two short seconds would’ve been more than enough time to run out of the cell. They all ran at Verkos, and pushed him to the floor. Lev grabbed his shotgun and shot the whimpering Captain through the head, causing blood and gray matter to go all over the walls and fragments of skull to hit the floor. The dead body with half a head went limp. There were two other guards outside the cell, but the two mercenaries already subdued them. They ran out of the cell, and found a cache of AK47s in the room just outside. Outside of that there was a long hallway, where there was the main defense center for the castle. They burst inside, and forced the guards in there to the cell. There was a computer there, which Lev immediately started searching. He found intel stating that Verkos had been the one who hired the three assassins, to eliminate the Queen. “When is the Queen supposed to make her appearance?” Rainbow Dash said while searching through a stack of papers, seeing if there were a sheet in there that would answer her question. As Lev got off the computer, he replied, “Two minutes.” Chapter 5: Crash This Party Lev, Rainbow Dash, and the two mercenaries ran upstairs, and went to the reception hall. Running up to rooms with huge amounts of ponies while carrying enormous guns and wearing bulletproof vests over dress clothes, which were awfully hard to even walk in, wasn’t the best idea. It did actually work though. Scaring the crowd off eliminated the risk of accidentally killing one of the innocent guests, who would certainly die if they remained in the building. After clearing the dance floor of guards, they ran to the reception hall, and radioed the queen’s guards, who were told to protect her with their lives, and couldn’t take new orders, so they locked themselves in a secure room with the queen. “We’re friendly! There are three assassins in this building, probably trying to get to the Queen! Get the **** out of there if you want to live!” The guards, finding that there was someone trying to open the window, ran out with the queen. One of the mercenaries had found some extra Kevlar vests earlier, which he gave to the queen and the guards. Lev pushed the distress button under his leg, and over the radio, they said the ETA was thirty minutes. They couldn’t wait that long! Queen Celestia then announced she had an “aero-plane” they could use, but it was a drive away. As they were discussing what to do, an assassin balanced on a spotlight catwalk had a sniper, and on the sly aimed for the queen. He missed and shot one of the guards, but he was wearing the Kevlar vest, so it only penetrated a little bit and just cracked a rib. Everyone ran for cover. Lev and the queen’s group ran up the stairs, on the side of the castle away from where the queen’s chamber was, and the assassin trying to break the window. Rainbow Dash and the two mercenaries ran for cover in a bar, with a decorative roof that was thick enough for cover. “You guys got names?” They answered simultaneously. “Rob” “Marcus” “Nice to meet you boys.” She gave a smirk and lifted her weapon up to fire at the target, 150 feet in the air. Catching Rainbow Dash off guard, pony in a juggernaut suit suddenly came bursting through the door from the dance floor, moving slowly and shooting in their direction. The two assassins tactics were, (1), the sniper would cause everyone to run for cover, and then (2), the slow moving juggernaut would force them out of the cover into the open. “****!” Rainbow Dash spent the two bullets that remained in the magazine. She threw it at the juggernaut, doing absolutely no damage at all. She had an extra mag, and immediately started expelling the bullets from her firearm, which also did no damage. She shouted violently, while grabbing Marcus’ gun. She then stood up on the bar counter and fired both weapons gangster style, clenching her teeth. She came back down into the safety of the bar, when she noticed Rob was shot twice in the arm. His cries pierced the humid summer air. It turned out he was never in real combat before. As the juggernaut approached, Rainbow Dash was helping Rob up to draw back when a meek little yellow pony with pink hair appeared behind the assassin, and was holding Lev’s katana and MP5. She pulled the helmet off the assassin, and cut his head open, spraying blood over the front of her body. Rainbow Dash was in a state of shock, looking at the pony. The face she made, cheeks red and tears in the eyes, could be noticed half a mile away. The mysterious savior had wings, and flew up to the balcony, which Rainbow Dash couldn’t do, as she was still wearing her dress from the Gala. The pony then cut into the back of the sniper’s neck, and then shot him in the head. “Fluttershy!” Rainbow Dash’s exclamation could be heard throughout the reception hall. Immediately, she flew down from the balcony and came over to her. “Fluttershy! Oh my gosh! What happened! Why did you do this?” “I had to. I was hired by Verkos to kill you, but then I knew you would be here, and I just couldn’t do that.” Fluttershy’s eyes were starting to tear up. Marcus radioed Lev and the guards to come down with the Queen. When they got down, they went to the guest’s dining hall, but there they found an army of guards loyal to Verkos, waiting for them. The radio buzzed on. “This is Cannon MT2! We’re here! We’re under heavy fire! Durwood! Celestia! Permission to fire on the castle!?” “I give you permission, as long as you get us out of here. I don’t care what it takes!” screamed Queen Celestia over the radio. “Granted.” The familiar British tone of voice was heard. “Roger.” They then heard a loud rumbling, followed by the sound of a machine. One of the tanks had boldly driven into the castle, to the dining hall. It continually shelled around the room, until most of the enemy guards were blown to pieces. Later, after slaying the last of the guard, Lev stopped, looked at Rainbow Dash with a face full of defeat, and moved his gaze to the ground. “We forgot about the arms dealers.” To be continued… Chapter 6: A poem, by the silenced one The voices! I can hear them incessantly Telling me I’m worthless, pathetic, empty As I lie down I realize what is happening to me Then I remember Why I am still living I must find him and tell him what he needs to know For then my mind shall lay at rest And I shall have peace I take it all too far Take risks Face Death They don’t scare me I’ve seen worse. I look back in memory When I was captive The world stopped listening To my cries I couldn’t take it anymore I was to be burned and mauled But my savior came Dressed in black Face hidden from view Eyes as red as the fresh blood That I saw every day Death had come for me Death the hallowed savior I wasn’t ready though To take their hand I kicked I ran From the shadowy figure The shadow of Death Then the voices started in my head I couldn’t tell them to stop What did I do? I got help She set out, Bringing him my message Which I don’t know if it gets there safely If that should fail Then I will voyage I will find him myself I am full of anger, rage, hatred The good kind I set out. Part 2: Friends, Old and New [Warning: This first part in italics is a play on the fan videos “Save Derpy”, but also “Cupcakes”, a very bloody and upsetting animation about torture. This part contains some torture and some (nondescriptive) sexual assault. Even though I tried hard to make it readable, it is still very disturbing. The bad part if you’re a bit squeamish is that it contains key information about the poem at the end of Part 1 and Derpy, so if you don’t want to read this part, send me a private message and I’ll sum up the important details for you.] “The Canterlot Regional Psychiatric Institute reports an escaped patient. She is considered armed and very hostile. The patient, her name unknown, was under treatment for amnesia and post traumatic stress disorder when she escaped and took a gun, shooting 12 guards, killing 8 of them. Records indicate that…” My name is, or was, Derpy Hooves. I used to do all the top work for the agency. I was a hero, everypony’s favorite, somebody to look up to. One day, that all changed. I was investigating a potential security threat in downtown Ponyville during the night. Everypony was asleep, with only one or two occasional ponies, closing their shops. I found a damaged security camera, and had gone to remove it. I suddenly felt a shock, and then everything went black and I forgot what I was doing. It seemed like a minute of sleep, but it had been days. I was tied to a radiator, but my head was suspended in place by some sort of mechanism that could open my mouth. A single lightbulb was in the room, just focused on me, so there was darkness in the rest of the chamber. I heard a door open, and then I could see three ponies, wearing all black except for a mask, the Japanese kind used in Shinto rituals for scaring off demons. I tried to talk to them, but the mechanism kept that from happening. One of the ponies approached me, and began talking in an electronically distorted voice, probably from a device in the mask. “Derpy Hooves. At last, we have you in our incarceration. You now have two options- option one: you tell us anything about those loyal to “the agency”, and where Equestria’s high security chemistry labs are. Option two: we kill you in a manner more cruel and slow than anything, that even you, the toughest agent, will be horrified. We begin with the vocal cords, slicing them apart to keep you from screaming, and then we force feed you your own ears, teeth…” I began grunting, trying as hard as I could to call for help, even though nobody would probably get me out of this. I then decided to just screw it, there was no way out. I nodded, and then one of them freed my mouth. “**** off, you little ****s.” Those were the last words I ever said. Over the next few days, I was tortured. No, there wasn’t even a word to describe it. They just wanted me dead in the most sickening way possible. My mane was shaved, and I was burned on my face. One day, they actually did what I was the most terrified of- losing my ability to talk. One of the masked ponies just approached me; laughed, made the device open my mouth, and he took out a scalpel. I was screaming, but then I couldn’t. Then, he used the scalpel on my tongue. I was crying at this point, because without my voice, nobody could find me. It had been a week without food, and I had seen even more terrible things. They brought another hostage in, and then kept him there, until the next day when they took out his organs other than his heart and lungs, ground them up, and poured it back into his body, and then stitched it back up. An hour after he died, I heard a gunshot. Not the shotguns they used to blow people apart, but a rapid-fire weapon. My captors set the room on fire and fled, leaving me to die when somepony ran into the room. They wore black tactical clothing, with a balaclava and night vision goggles. The red tips of the goggles faced me. The pony came over to where I was with their gun and released me, and told me to go. Without a word, they ran off. I ran into a storage closet, hoping to find a fire extinguisher. I was still was hungry and weak from the torture, and fell down onto a shelf. I never saw the cardboard box on the top, with jars of chemicals and drugs for turning a prisoner insane. The box fell, and the jars shattered. I managed to get out of the room quickly, but the fumes had already reached my head. I ran outside, and forgot my name, the agency, the torture, even that I was trained to be an expert soldier. One day, somebody took me in, and sent me to a psychiatric hospital. The only thing they did was treat me as though I were a dangerous retarded patient, and put me in a cell, with my bed, medical equipment, and a TV. I had a guard, but he just stood outside, occasionally looking at me. I lied in that bed for a week. When I woke up on the seventh day, the TV was on, and the guard was in my room. He began attacking me, and climbing on top of me. I couldn’t cry for help, with my vocal organs unusable. I could only just sit there, as I was too weak at the time. The TV was on and changed to a news story as he started to feel me up. “The leader of North Korea is dead, claimed its government. At approximately 7:00 in the morning yesterday, 20 of Equestria’s best soldiers went to assassinate him, but only four remain. Their names are Todd Nash, Dave Talbots, Spark Swordwrath, and Lev Pavlov.” Lev. Then I remembered. I remembered the agency, Lev, my skills, the torture, and what the torturers told me. I had to find Lev, but the guard was still assaulting me. I remembered what the agency had taught me to do, and that was to check if they had any weapons in their pockets or strapped to their belt, and if they didn’t, to smash their teeth in. I did both. I punched him in the mouth, took his gun, and threw him onto the floor. I kicked and kicked his face until I could feel bones breaking, and then I shot my way out of that ****ing hellhole. Chapter 1: Back to Nowhere While in the tank extracting Lev’s group and the queen, Lev knocked Fluttershy out. “Why did you just do that?” Rainbow Dash said, grabbing his arm and almost breaking it. “She wasn’t doing anything wrong! She’s the most innocent little girl I know!” “That third assassin we never found but had to kill? Right next to me.” Lev pointed to Fluttershy. “I still haven’t figured out what she did with the other two, though. I know she’s your friend, but why did she stay back when the guard evacuated all the guests? Why did she find my weapons, and knew how to use them skillfully? She was either saving us, or eliminating the competition for money. “It was still wrong to knock her out though.” Rainbow Dash’s voice started to go into more of a scold. “When we get back to…” Lev realized they had nowhere to go. He called over the radio to get some ideas, and one of the tank’s driver responded. “There’s a safe house fifteen miles from here. We can just take you there, and we’ll give you assistance you may need, but only for a day. We have to get back to the agency.” I remembered that after I had escaped, voices of everyone who hated me and tried to kill me were filling my head. I just want to die now, but I know I can’t. Chapter 2: The Interrogation Room Lev got Rob to tie Fluttershy up to a chair, in an interrogation room he was very lucky to find. She finally came around when Lev walked in. “I think you could’ve probably just asked me,” She said, moving her head back as though everyone laughed at what she said. Lev immediately saw Rainbow Dash’s angry face in his head when Fluttershy said that. “Let’s start with this: why didn’t you kill us?” Lev took out his smartphone and began recording the conversation. “Because I wasn’t supposed to.” “What were you to do to us then?” “Protect you, and bring you to my master.” She sounded almost brainwashed when she said it. “Who are they?” “They never told me.” “How did you know about my weapons then?” “My master can log onto the agency’s network and get all of their information.” “That would’ve meant that they had to have worked for the agency to get their passcodes.” “I think she did. She never talked about it though; actually, she never talked.” “I’m going to let you go, but one slip up, and this mission will be over for me and always over for you. I’d like to gain your trust, but you’ll have to do something to help me find the arms dealers or General Baker.” Lev took a step closer to her, waiting for a response. She then handed Lev a photocopy of the dealer’s flight tickets, which were headed for Ukraine. “This was on the floor of Verkos’ office. While he was giving me orders, which I didn’t actually follow, he said that he “couldn’t wait to get on his plane to London.” “What are we going to do then?” Lev said. “We can’t get out of Equestria…” Rainbow Dash then rushed through the doors, eating something. Her mouth was full of whatever it was. “Eh! I ca ge aw u uf t bowf pacef!” She then swallowed. “I can get all of us to both places! We just need a relatively fast plane. Lev, we can’t get one from the agency. We’re not ranked high enough.” Fluttershy got up, and had a guilty look on her face. “I have an idea, but it’s totally illegal.” Lev and Rainbow Dash looked over her menacingly. “There’s a military base with the best planes. I think if Queen Celestia came with us, she could get us something.” They decided to go with that plan. Rainbow Dash radioed the queen. “Your highness, do you care to assist us with the acquirement of an “aero-plane”?” Lev nodded to Rainbow Dash, with a smirk on his face. “Why, I would, but I am in a state of great dismay at present, and wish to stay in the safety of the safe house.” Rainbow Dash looked at Lev for any ideas, but he shrugged. “We might be able to get the agency soldiers to give us an escort. Is that alright?” Rainbow Dash suggested over the radio. “I believe so. We should set out in the morning.” The queen replied. “You should get some rest. I think you have a lot of flying ahead of you.” The next morning, they got in the tanks and set out. After a few hours, they arrived in a cleared area, with a barbed wire fence around it. At first sight, the guards at the base didn’t see that the tanks were friendly, and surrounded them. One of the tank’s drivers announced over the loudspeaker that they had Queen Celestia on board, who gave a friendly hello over it. The guards then gave them all anything they needed, which was a plane and some equipment. Rainbow Dash chose an improved version of the Osprey with the jets on it that she had flown in North Korea. Lev got lots of guns loaded them onboard, along with espionage equipment and tactical gear. “So where are we headed to?” asked Rainbow Dash. “We’re going to a specific address in Vinnytsia, Ukraine. After that, we may have to go to London, and I’m not sure after that. The agency called me earlier and said that they’d provide cover for us, with a fake film company, when we refuel at the airports.” Lev gave a sigh after he loaded a crate onto the Osprey. At noon, they set off. Chapter 3: Film Crews and Mob Bosses During the long flight, Fluttershy excused herself several times to go vomit in the undersized bathroom at the back. Lev just ignored it, watching last year’s Eurovision concert on his smartphone. “Not very assassin-like” he thought. After five long hours, they finally reached the airport in Kiev. Lev could see a van with a camera on top as the Osprey touched down to refuel. Agents in casual clothing held up signs that read, “Shhh… filming”. After leaving Kiev they went to the target building. In some woods about half a mile away, there was a clearing, so they landed there. When they landed, they found the clearing to be surrounded by vegetation, which made it a long walk to the location. “The arms dealers should be here,” said Lev. He felt a little uneasy about this, because only Rob and Marcus carried guns with them, which were just machine pistols. They walked through a final stretch of branches until they reached the bottom of a hill. On the top was a cube shaped building, with clear glass on the exterior, although it only revealed a large white wall. “Do you think this is where the Russian Mafia lives?” asked Fluttershy, trembling. They got to the door, and a pony answered in Russian. “I’ll take it from here, everypony,” Lev said, standing up straight. He talked to the pony, who led them inside. It was extremely spacious, and that was just the entrance. The pony led them up a luxurious staircase, with purple-blue fabric and circular steps. Lev was surprised to see an indoor café, as well as a movie theatre and a small zoo. It started to remind him of the queen’s castle. The pony then attempted some English, just saying “door here”, before walking away. Lev then quietly briefed everyone on what they had to do. He ordered Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy to search the nearby rooms for intel, and Rob and Marcus to come with him. Rob had an extra gun, and gave it to Lev. Lev kicked the door open, and the three ponies charged in, clasping their guns. No light reached the sides of the large room, but in front of them was a desk, with a tall chair turned around. In Russian, Lev told anyone in the room to show themselves. The chair turned around, revealing a very pink pony, holding two .44 magnums. “Shhh… you wouldn’t want to wake Gummy, he’s pretty cranky today!” she said in a cheerful manner, turning on more light to reveal that Lev, Rob, and Marcus were standing on a glass floor, which below it held a tank with a large crocodile in it. Lev was starting to get pissed. “Tell me where the arms dealers are, and you get to live.” She responded back in Lev’s native language fluently. He replied back, sounding very friendly. Lev signaled Rob and Marcus to lower their guns, and he tossed his back to Rob. The conversation went on for five minutes, causing the two mercenaries to sit down on the floor, watching the crocodile. Lev then asked them, “would you guys like to spend the night here?” he said with a smile, looking like he was trying to hold in a laugh. He then radioed Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy, telling them to meet in the café. “I’ve found an old friend.” I am so close that I can feel his presence. Chapter 5: Two Long-losts Return It was 7:00 PM when Lev’s friend said that they should all meet in an hour in the main dining hall for dinner. Lev had told everyone a fact, and that was that his friend was one of the most important people in the Russian Mafia. Nobody wanted to look bad for the host, so out of fear they sent Marcus and Rainbow Dash to move the Osprey (containing their dress clothes from the Gala) to the helipad on the roof, as the boss had told them they could. The two left, walking through the woods. The sun had just finished setting, and Rainbow Dash turned on her headlamp she was carrying. The walk back was easier, since they knew the way. “Not far, just a few hundred feet,” Rainbow Dash informed Marcus. As soon as the craft was visible, she turned her head for a few seconds, and Marcus was gone. She ran to the Osprey, to find a makeshift shelter was built near it, and a length of rope and a broken sentry gun were strewn across the ground. “Yo Marcus! ROFL! Done now?” A shadow then moved in the distance. She was maybe twenty feet from the Osprey when a gray pony with a black cloak, a shaved head, and two guns strapped across her back jumped into view. The pony had scars and burns all over its face. Rainbow Dash saw Marcus standing next to the Osprey, only startled. “What do you want?” She asked the pony. It then gave her a piece of paper that read “TELL LEV TO GET OUT YOU WERE FOLLOWED”. Rainbow Dash then backed up, telling the pony that she and her friend “were really busy right now” and couldn’t talk. She and Marcus then ran inside the Osprey and took off. “Probably one of that mob boss’s guards.” Marcus said. They then got back to the building and everyone put on their evening wear. Everyone then arrived in the dining room. It was huge, with stone tiles, statues, and palm trees coming up from the flooring. There was an awkward silence, which Lev soon broke. “I know you’re wondering why we’re in the house of a mafia boss, but I want you all to meet my dear friend Pinky. Pinky shouted “Hi everybody!” with a gleeful squint on her face. Lev continued. “I lived in an apartment building in St. Petersburg until I was ten or so. When I was three, Pinky was born. She lived above me, and we would always play together. She’s now one of my only friends from my life before all this horror that’s still alive or can remember who I am.” Lev laughed a little, shocking everyone. That night, conversation went on endlessly. Pinky had so much to talk about, and only Lev and Fluttershy seemed interested, as she had seen Pinky a few times in college. Pinky would blurt things out, ranging from “My daughter Sophie lives in New York! She’s four!” to “Lev! I remember your Grandfather Misha! He was so sweet!” to “I originally went to Ponyville University to become a pastry chef! I got here because I accidentally killed a mafia boss with food poisoning in a pie I made!” Then came the serious topic. Lev began, “Pinky, do you know where the arms dealers went?” “Oh yeah! I let them stop in for afternoon tea the other day! One said they were going to London, and the other China! They kept talking about General Baker. That’s funny ‘cause I’m a baker too!” She then got up to go tell the butler something, when there was a faint rumbling noise in the distance. Chapter 6: Push to the Stairs “Don’t worry about anything! I have almost a hundred soldiers for hire guarding this place! We have all the best guns, too! All the soldiers are background checked first! Isn’t that great?” Rainbow Dash told Lev that something wasn’t right about that noise. “It’s too familiar.” The noise was soon followed by the ominous sound of multiple helicopters surrounding the building, and then shouts and gunshots. “Hey everyone! Take a free gun! It’s free!” Pinky then ran to a bar and grabbed a box of multiple automatic weapons, body armor, and explosives. Fluttershy then said something, but her voice was drowned out by the shouts of Pinky’s soldiers, speaking Russian. “Lev! Toss me your knife!” Lev threw it to her, and she began cutting off here evening wear with it, and then forgot to give it back. The front door immediately burst open, and somebody tossed a nine-banger through it, blinding everyone. Lev tipped over the table, still blinded, and ducked behind it until he could see again. About ten of Pinky’s soldiers lay dead on the ground, with puddles of blood seeping out of them. Soldiers in gas masks began swarming through numerous entrances to the room, leaving only one leading to the luxurious staircase. Lev identified the soldiers to be of General Baker. Lev radioed his group and Pinky to recover at the stairs. He then shot three enemies, and made a run for it. He then radioed Pinky again. “ Did you take care of the soldiers on the roof and the helicopters outside?” “It’s Okey Dokey Lokey! I sent a party with some lock-ons and they took out the helos and the enemies, but I haven’t been hearing back from them. There’s probably a few more left up there, so let’s be really careful!” The soldiers then began entering the building off the sides and breaking through the glass exterior by rope, so there had to be some more left up there. Chapter 7: Pure, Wholesome Sadness “Hang on Lev! I have to regroup some of my own soldiers! Just wait a minute!” Lev then decided to run back to the bar and get some more ammo. On his way back, he managed to kill five of the attackers. His group was waiting for him right up the stairs. “Where’s Pinky?” Lev asked anyone in his group. Everyone stood still, until Rainbow Dash slowly pointed to a guest bedroom with the door closed, and that had a trail of blood leading to it. “No! That’s not her! NO!” He then ran over to the door and kicked it open, breaking the lock mechanism. On the floor lay Pinky, sobbing. She turned to face Lev, and then a bloody tear rolled down her cheek. “Lev… I have to…” “What? What is it?” He threw his bulky gun aside. When she spoke, groups of words were interrupted by bursts of crying. “Lev… the agency… Durwood… they’re all… Oh God! Lev, go to London. I’ve been in your life long enough that… you’ll remember me. Keep that… memory alive. For me, Lev.” Lev couldn’t help but notice he was crying, while Pinky unfolded a piece of paper, with a picture of a very young pony on it. “It’s my Sophie. I love her. Her dad moved away a few years ago, and she’s living with her grandparents in New York… I can’t do it anymore, Lev. I think… I think that I’m bleeding… internally. I have maybe four minutes Lev. Baker’s troops are coming up, sooner that I’ll die. Oh God, I don’t want to die alone!” She then pointed to a dresser, with one of her .44 magnums on it. “Lev… get out of here soon, okay? That gun has two shots in it. I want you to… kill me… but don’t kill yourself. You have other friends now… new friends. They love you, just … like I did. The world will need you. I know your life has been difficult… everyone you loved died or was lost, but please, PLEASE don’t kill yourself!” “They… aren’t my friends. One of them is even supposed to be dead, killed by me. The other girl was just my… contact for one mission, and I don’t even know why those two guys are with us.” “They would miss you as much as you’ll miss me if you died. Only… you and a few others care about me… Lev, but some of your friends may even kill themse…. AGH! IT HURTS SO MUCH! JUST SHOOT ME NOW! DO IT!!!” Lev lifted Pinky up, and a window blew open, blowing in a gentle summer breeze. Solemn was what Lev would’ve even just described the breeze with. He then gave her a deep, long, and passionate hug. “You’re the last ..of this old era of my life, Pinky. I’ll never forget you. I loved you. Goodbye, friend. Close your eyes, and think of… think of Sophie. She’ll … really miss you. What did you love most… about her?” “Well, when she got home from…” Out of a combination of a twitch, a feeling of rage, his purpose, his duty to his friend and pure, sad, wholesome love, pulled the trigger back. “WHY THE **** DID I DO THAT?!” he screamed. He then ignored Pinky’s pleads for him not to kill himself, and put the gun up to his head. Two of Baker’s soldiers ran into the room, and then Lev thought, “Why am I doing this? I have a commitment!” He quickly pulled the gun away from his head, and shot it towards the doorway, going through the first soldier’s neck and into the second’s head, killing him. The first then got back up, and was about to shoot him when Lev jumped up onto the soldier, and twisted his neck until he heard the spine crunch and then snap. He then picked up his gun, and ran to the roof, still crying, to meet with his new friends. Chapter 8: The Last Stand on the Roof Lev finally got to the top of the roof. Only his four friends were there, some working on a mechanical problem with the Osprey, others shooting enemy soldiers from above. Rainbow Dash ran over to him. “We have a huge group of Baker’s soldiers coming up here! They have riot shields, RPGs, everything! There’s something wrong with our ride, and I’m gonna fix it real quick. Rob! Marcus! My boys! Go cover the stairs!” The two mercenaries instantly followed their orders. Fluttershy was standing near the helipad, carrying a lock-on launcher. Only a minute passed when the soldiers started coming up, the first ones carrying riot shields. The mercenaries then began throwing grenades, but they only managed to kill two soldiers. “None of Pinky’s soldiers are left,” Lev told Rainbow Dash. “She’s dead. They all went home.” “I’m really, really, truly sorry Lev.” “It’s fine. At least I’m about to kick ***.” Lev then saw a group of soldiers without shields come up from a maintenance entrance. He shot them all, and then ran up to the Osprey’s minigun. “Lev!” Rainbow Dash put down a wrench she was using. “That uses too much fuel! We have to get to London, and then we can safely refuel!” Lev continued to find an occasional soldier come up, but he would kill them quickly. Rainbow Dash then started to announce something. “Everypony! It’s fixed! I just have to let it hover in the air for a minute! Everyone get on, but we’ll need somepony to cover! Anyone?” Marcus then volunteered. Rob decided to also. “Hey Rainbow! If I die, don’t fuss about it until this thing is over!” Rob shouted. “Already makin’ a fuss now.” “I like you, Rainbow.” Nobody saw what was about to come. A group of soldiers had come up with grenade launchers and had been hiding for some time. One fired, and instantly wounded the two mercenaries. Fluttershy for once shouted, to Rainbow Dash. “We have to go! I know you were friends but we’re all going to die if we stay here!” Rainbow Dash sighed. “Okay.” The jets rotated, and the Osprey took off. Nobody of the three remaining was happy. To be continued… Chapter 9: Missing Elements General Baker looked out the window in his office, to the rural Asian village that was all around the out of place building he resided in. His assistant came in with some coffee in a paper cup. “Here you are, sir.” “Just think,” the general said. “We could use OCOS to bring world peace. We could use it in Somalia, or somewhere like that, to get rid of all those unresolvable conflicts going on.” “Indeed sir.” “You didn’t care.” The general pulled out his gun from his uniform and shot his assistant. The phone then began to ring. “Hello, this is General Baker.” “Hello General. Doctor Whooves left a message for you, that he only needs two more of the elements, and he found the antihydrogen.” “Good. Ready an attack on some chemistry storage facility we haven’t been to already, and hire a new assistant.” He slammed the phone down.
Looks like there have been some unexpected changes to the plot, which will make this a lot longer. I have to go to D.C. this week, and I won't have access to a computer, so sorry for the wait. Be sure to print this and bring it to school or work! Also, somebody PLEASE post a review or comment. I want to know how to do part 3, and its sucking really badly. And don't ask why they don't know Pinky Pie. This is a story- okay? Just realized Juggernaut suits are fictional, so: Juggernaut suits are heavily armored suits that give the wearer extreme protection, but causes them to move slowly.
