MiE: Divided Path

"Now that the railroad is out of the picture..." I muttered, crossing off 'blow the fuck out of the tracks' on my shit-to-do list.

"We can begin going after the peach farms." Dawn finished.

"What was the name of it again?" I asked.

"It's in Alabama." Was all he said, before using a pointer to slap right the fuck where Birmingham was.

"Jesus H. Christ..." I muttered. "That's where a bunch of racial shit in the South happened, if I remember correctly. Alright, how many ponies are we looking at?" I asked, looking around for somebody to give me an estimate.

"Three hundred or so. That's thirty guards, and most of them are pegasi." Chrysalis answered. When we all looked at her, she shrugged. "There's a hive colony a mile south of it. I do not know the name, just the location."

"Figures..." I muttered, before grinning. "Pegasi can be fast, but even for Dash, it would be difficult to get out of the way of a bullet."

"How many are going, sir?" Dusk asked, walking over to me.

"A Humvee and a Little Bird. A few squads of changelings can ride in as flies or something." I answered.

"Got it. I'll go get the troops prepared." He said, before rousing several people from their sleep.

[0130]

"Go go go!" The pilot shouted as we touched down. We jumped the last foot down to the ground, and I brought up my M60.

"Nobody saw us." John Jamesson whispered as he brought his M4A1 up to his shoulder, looking down the sight.

"Good. Makes my job a lot easier." I muttered, turning my M60 into an RPG-7. "Open any window in the barracks for the guards, so I can put a rocket in it." I muttered into the radio.

"Roger that." Gallan answered as I moved at a crouch, using any available cover and the shadows to my advantage.

"Window in the main barracks is open, sir. Ready to plug in a grenade or two." He said after a tense silence..

"I'm doing that myself." I answered. A single click answered me as Gallan stealth rolled past me.

Boy's been learning from Pinks, that's fosho.

"...There are some things that I will never be able to understand." Another SEAL, chap named Ryan Andrews, muttered.

"Same here, Andrews." I answered, putting the RPG to my shoulder and letting it off. A rocket propelled grenade flew in through the window and slammed into something. An explosion sounded as a ball of flame burst through the opening, possibly torching everything inside.

"Andrews, breach and clear." I muttered.

"Sir." He said, going over to the front door, pulling the pin on a flashbang before kicking the door down and tossing it in. After a second, he slipped inside.

A moment later, I was suddenly on the ground. I barely had the time to figure out that I had been shot in the lung before John's face appeared in my dimishing sight.

"Sloppy, but I don't have what I really came in with." He sighed, before putting the pistol in his holster. "Celestia sends her regards." He chuckled darkly, before smashing his boot down on my face.

[Unknown time and location]

John's first mistake was letting me live. The second was not tying me up. And the third was not ripping out my cyanide filled molar. Bitch is gonna get it.

At the moment, all I had on me were my cyanide molar (which I ripped out and stuck in a pocket) and my bare hands. For a Marine, the second hand is overkill.

"Time to figure out where I am..." I muttered, looking around for something to indicate where I am. It was pretty easy; I'm in a fucking cell. Possibly in Canterlot, but I'm not sure.

"Hey, you're awake, right?" Ryan whispered from a cell next to me.

"Yea. You rip out your molar?" I replied, crouching as closely as I could to him.

"It's in my shirt pocket. Do we use them on ourselves?" He asked. I had to think for a moment.

"Only if they start trying to make you hemmorage out information." I answered.

"Got it." He whispered as a guard came in.

"No talking!" She shouted at us, hitting me in the chest with the shaft of a spear. I grunted in pain and fell on my ass, before I felt myself get dragged out. Looking over at Ryan's cell, I knew that he was feeling like shit from the way he looked.

'Doppel.' I tried contacting her, but I got nthing in return.

'I'm all alone.' I thought with a frown. I felt something I haven't felt since I've come here.

Fear.