2100 hours… (9:00pm)

As we approached closer to the left side of the front deck, I could hear the cheering and yelling of the crowds off shore.The stretcher carrying the cadaver seemed to gain more weight as the sight of the gangway came into my view. My emotions were toying with me again. The lights of the setting sun and the lights off shore from the docks gave me a sense of anxiety. Everyone on shore would lookin at us. And the feeling only worsened as we got closer to the side of the ship.

I watched as we got closer and closer more and more of the pier coming into view flashes of lights from cameras went off as got closer to the edge. The Marines from earlier took their stance in front of us, weapons drawn as they began filing down of the ship and onto the gangway. We followed in suit.

It was a little awkward walking down the small space of the gangway, but, we went down slowly and carefully, and tried not to move, alter, and touch the body at all. The crowds got a little bit quieter as we approached the ground. The ponies were kept back about twelve feet in front of us by royal guards that were wielding shields to keep the crowds from charging us. For just shields, they were doing a pretty good job. The first marine hit the deck, and began to form a wall in front of us, then the second one joined him next to his shoulder, then the next one, and so one and so forth.Until all four marines made a wall with their bodies, just as I stepped off the gangway.

The concrete ground of the docks felt so good under my feet, the feeling of absolute security, and stillness.I re gripped my hand around the wooden pole that held up the dead man wrapped in cloth.

“Alright boys, let's move!” My voice was drowned out as I tried yelling over the sound of the cheering crowd. Luckily the closest marine to me, looked my direction and nodded his head. Turning back to face the crowd, he looked to the others, and through his right arm up in a 90 degree angle and pointed at me, followed by his hand pointing to the left. Toward the warehouses. As me and the other holders began to moved, so did the small wall of Marines. We moved quickly and carefully down the docks as the Marines provided us with protecting from the public eye.

2115… (9:15pm)

Finding wearhouse A4 wasn’t a problem at all, for all the buildings in the area had their name spray painted in bright yellow paint on the side of them, along with lights underneath so they could be seen when the sun finally went down.

We entered the building, still trying to keep the stretcher stable. The inside of the Warehouse was very well lit for being a huge room. The center of the building was the most lit, giant lamps shone brightly onto a table that was covered with a white tarp. Near it was two ponies wearing lab coats. We walked up to them with the stretcher in hand. The motioned for us to put the body onto the table. I nodded and the other Marines agreed. We turned so that our bodies were parallel to the table. Then at once, we hoisted the stretcher onto the table with quick motion. After the body hit the table top, A huge wave of relief washed of me and the others. I smiled as I took a step away from the table to recollect my wits. The Marines joined me.

After a little while, I stood up and dusted myself down, straightened my uniform and turned my attention the the Marines. All of them were resting for a second, but as I turned myself to them they stood up at attention.

“Listen up, I want all four of you, to patrol the border of this wearhouse, don’t let anyone, or anypony near us. Beside royalty, or someone with importance. You understand?” All of them saluted and left the room at once. I heard the doors open and close as I was soon alone with the scientists. Now I turn to look at them. All of them are already looking at me.

They couldn’t have been more than 60 years old. It showed in their face, or thats what it looked like. I moved over to them with hands at my side, still trying to keep my uniform still.

“Good evening gentleman. I’m sure I don’t need to explain who I am, but I’ll do it anyway. MY name is Captain John Carson, I am the Captain of the USS Boston. And this poor man,” I say pointing to the table, “is our problem.” I walk over the the first pony. He has a dark brown mane, light brown coat, and blue eyes, he's wearing a white lab coat, and blue jeans that match his eyes. Along with the jeans, were a pair of brown shoes.

“Hello there, my name is Wilhelm Klitzing, pleasure to meet you.” I stuck out my hand a he lifted his hoof, and we both shook. “And this is my partner, Agnes Hartree.” I turn the other pony.
She has a Yellow and Orange mane, red piercing eyes, her coat is also red. she almost the exact color of dynamite, her tail matches her mane. She wore the same coat Wilhelm wore, but unlike him, he wasn’t wearing jeans. As a matter a fact, she wasn’t wearing pants at all. I leaned down and gave her a hoof shake as well. While I was leaning in I took a look at her flank, just out of curiosity. She had a atomic symbol placed on her hind leg for her cutie mark. I felt her eyes looking at me, so I stopped staring out of embarrassment as I closed my eyes and smiled her direction.
“Agnes is our weapons specialist. Me myself, I’m more of a historian.”
“Thank you for find us Captain, we should begin to look over the body as soon as possible. For, I don’t believe time is our friend.” I open my eyes and look at her directly. Again her red eyes staring at me. To be quite honest, she was fairly pretty, but I didn’t notice it that much. I was more worried about the body. Besides, not my type.
“Thank you both for volunteering for this gruesome job, It’s not every day, you have to lean over a dead body and try and figure out, how he or she died.” They both smiled. Agnes nodded a bit.

“It’s quite okay, I don’t mind it much myself. Being a weapons scientist myself, I’m surrounded by death every day, and this isn’t much different. Even though it is a very delicate subject.” She said turning away. She began walking toward the body, along with Wilhelm.

9/16/97...

Manehatten Harbor...

0500… (5:00am)
We have been up all night trying to find out things about this, body. All we knew about it was that, the holes on the chest were actually from gunshot wounds, not magic. This raised the stakes high for me, and everyone else, that is of course until I took a look at the bullet. It actually wasn’t from any gun of my century. It was infact a musket ball, from a unknown origin. Now we were stumped. We have been here for hours looking through countless books, documents, scrolls, and loose papers that have been discovered from local libraries in the Manehatten area. We even went up to canterlot to look for clues. But still we turned up empty.
I’m staring at the body, while I sit in a wooden chair. His flesh is snow white and lifeless, his eyes are no longer froze open, but are shut, and at peace. I couldn't help but feel sorry this man. His death, and the others who fell beside him, didn’t half to happen, they weren’t meant to die like this. Not on this world, not in this timeline. they had families, friends, lives beyond. And now, they were killed unfairly. They died without being able to see there wonderful blue Earth. And their deaths will not go unanswered.

As the night before went by, the elements stayed on the Missouri and slept. Charlie Split up the crews like he said he would a long time ago, and Princess Celestia joined us in the warehouse. Now it’s just really quiet. Not sure whats going to happen next.
“Hey! I found something! I one of these old books!” I heard somebody yell I look up to see Wilhelm waving his hoof in the air, motioning us to come and look at him.

I stood up out of my chair faster than I should have and almost fell over backwards, if my fall wasn’t broken by someone catching me. It didn’t feel like fluttershy this time. I appeared to be floating in mid air, a light yellow arora surrounded me. I turn my head to see the Princess hold my up with her magic. With a sly look on her face
I blushed a bit, “Heh heh, sorry.”
“It seems you always fallover in the time of urgency Mr. Carson. You should try hard to keep your balance.” She let me go after standing me up. I hit the floor and rubbed my neck.
“Yeah, I do don’t I. Anyway, what did you find!” I yell as I run over to the science pony, with the princess following close behind. I lean over the pony who was in a chair pushed in closely to a wooden desk. Agnus was leaning on the other side. The book Wilhelm was reading look very old, it’s pages were yellow, and the ink that was used was worn down. The cover and binding of the book was brown and gold. Of course thats all I saw, I can’t read their text.
“Well, what does it say?” Asked a eager princess next to me. Wilhelm pushed the book over to Agnes and he looked at us directly. He placed his hoofs together and closed his eyes.
“Princess, you might not believe this but, the bullet that was found inside the Humans chest was not of this country, it’s from, somepony else. Or rather, something. I think you know where this is going princess.” I looked to the princess, her eyes began glistening as I could feel something coming off of her. Her lips began to tremble as the book was passed to her. She looked down at the book for a second and closed her eyes as a single tear fell from her eye lid. I watched it as it fell down. It hit the page of the book, and as I now look at the page the tear landed on. a picture was dawn onto it.

A picture of some sort of animal. I couldn’t tell what it was.
“Princess, who is it?” I asked quickly. She looked at me. Her eyes had small vein in the back that had turned red her pupil had a haze of red around it too. As if the sadness had turned right into anger.
“It was the Griffons!” She yelled as her voice echoed through the entire wearhouse. “They have returned!” She said soon before disappearing into thin air. I looked back at the book.
“This isn’t good.” I say to myself as both the other ponies in the room look at the picture too.

Author's Note

UPDATE! TIME TO PARTY!

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