An Advanced Warfare

"Alright team, we've made it to the extraction point." I said with a heavy heart. She's not dead, she's not dead, still alive, nopony died, at all. "HQ Actual to Alpha Actual, do you copy?"

I heard on my communication device, and I responded "Alpha Actual to HQ Actual, we copy." I copy loud and clear... but Rainbow Dash isn't going to be copying anytime soon.

"Alpha Actual, you've got multiple hostile coming to your location, you have permission to engage. Razorback VTOL is taking heavy fire, ETA 12 mikes. Over." Isn't that splendid? Way to ruin my day. Twice.

"10-4" I said and we got into cover. We all heard the transmission, it was not hard to miss. I heard car tires and lights after that. I heard ponies with their gear coming out of the cars. Looking at my team, I repeatedly put my hoof to my neck, pretending to slash my throat. For some reason, here in this world it means pretty much to not do what you're about to do.

I used my Eagle Vision to mark them. As a stallion approached the rock we took cover on, I waited for the correct moment... As he approached the rock, his teammates turned away for a second, which didn't end well for him. I skewered his throat with my hidden blades and kneed his stomach, proving a faster death.

His teammates just turned back in time to NOT see me throw his body into the rocks. But they heard the sound of his gear that hit the floor. Great, now they are on alert.

I signaled Twilight to take the pony in the very middle. That will make four ponies left then. Four Assassins, four guards, perfect. We approached the ponies we were going to take out and executed them. I heard a loud bang and a flash of red to the last pony which probably meant a bullet to their head.

I wonder what these ponies have in the truck. I took some pictures inside the truck and outside the truck. I will review them later. Right now I just dragged my dead prey into the truck's trunk.

Is that all? Nopony else to challenge us? Alright then. Right after that I heard on one of the ponies' communication's device who I deemed now were Atlas ponies, "We've got the plans of Jonathan Irons! Come back to HQ."

I used the new thing that a few ponies made for my team which did something called 'hacking'. So it says to place here and make the person talk more. "Perfect." I muttered to myself.

Not very good with communications so I decided maybe casual talk, they can be annoyed with me but it's not my problem. It's the dead Atlas member's problem.

"HQ Actual do you copy?" I said into the device hoping that HQ Actual was an actual thing. "HQ Actual speaking, copy loud and clear." I sighed in relief at this.

"HQ Actual, this is Atlas One, coming to HQ now." Come on hacking device, WORK FASTER! "Atlas One? We don't have a group that's named Atlas One..." Merda, busted.

"What do you mean? Atlas One was a group made this morning. You should have heard of us, we're the best of the best." I said, trying to sound very cocky and over confident.

"We were dispatched to eliminate the team of intruders trying to break into an Atlas buildi-, we're taking FIRE! I have to call back later!" I yelled into the communications device when the hacking was finished and shot into the air multiple times with my pistol. Wasting bullets.

The hacking device showed me a location on my radar. Does it pinpoint where the call came from? Might as well keep it just in case. I heard the loud wind around me as the Razorback VTOL came to our position. It's about time.

"Where's Rainbow Dash?" Applejack yelled to us. I shook my head, the grief coming back to me again. Right at that moment I heard a gunshot hitting me in the leg. The pain coursed through from my leg to my chest.

Why? Why do I have to be the one that gets shot? I quickly fell into cover, taking some leaves and wrapping the bullet wound up. When I finished a ran to the Razorback VTOL and collapsed when I got on the ship. The back of the ship closed and I was given cover. I groaned with pain as I looked at my wound. My blood bled through the leaves I patched it up with. It was a temporary fix to my wound but I didn't think that it would have failed me that quickly.

I removed the leaves to get some proper medical treatment, starting with the pony running towards me with a first aid kit. The pain was agonizing for what felt like an eternity. I looked to the wound to see somepony using a cotton swab to clean the wound with an antiseptic.

I just gritted my teeth and went through with it. It wasn't very fun to get the bullet removed either, but by that time, I had already passed out by that point. Fortunately I awoke after I was patched up, so I didn't feel any pain. Either that or I don't remember the pain, either way works.

Getting up was a severe problem for when I put pressure on the leg, it provided me with intense pain. The first time I tried getting up involved me falling and groaning in pain on the floor.

I used a table to get back up, my injured leg shaking. Why was this so different to the other gun wounds I had? I could shake those off a ton more easier than this. At least I still have my weapons.

Using my Eagle Vision was still a skill at my command, which gave me relief. But having a wound didn't help my Eagle Vision, for once I leaned even the slightest bit on the wound, my Eagle Vision went blurry and I couldn't hold the Eagle Vision anymore.

That was a big problem. In a battle I can't depend on 'threat' grenades, I have to something that is renewable, not something that will be gone to me the second I use it. I shakily got up and limped over to the door.

My leg held but I could not run. If I tried to run the area above my legs will start hurting at unbearable levels. This is bad, I have to be able to run in a battle too. I never had something so bad as like this.

I opened the door and walked down a hallway towards an exit. When I reached the world outside, I was greeted by the great morning sun. Was I out for such a long time?

The heat shone over my coat, making me feel warm in this great day. I looked back and saw the familiar body that I had. Good shape. I assumed as I looked over my body to find the blue coat I possessed.

Wait blue coat? Oh snap! My Assassin outfit! I thought as I frantically rushed back into the room I resided a few minutes ago. On my way there I fell due to the immense pain that overcame me. That does not feel good.

I entered the room and looked around for my outfit. WHERE IS IT? I searched frantically and even with my Eagle Vision. Oh it's in the next room, my bad.

But as I was leaving in the corner of my eye, I saw a screen that said classified files on it. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to take a peek. I drew my hacking device and plugged it into this thing called a computer. Something about a USB slot? Oh well, this looks like it fits. I thought as I put the device into a small rectangle inside the computer. "Bingo..." I muttered to myself as I saw the computer go through password after password.

I looked around to find any viable hiding spots, there was one but this put me in a bad position though. It was under a large desk and with the lights turned off, I'll bet I was harder to see. Maybe I should make a small mess, just in case. I thought as I carefully removed the objects that the table held. I put them all in a messy order, making it look like they fell.

After that I flipped the table over slowly, making sure that I didn't create a large sound as I did this. I heard a small thud but that was it. I looked back to the computer to find that the password was gone and I had access to all the files.

"Project AD1034?" I muttered to myself. I put a towel over the 'mouse' and I used it to suppress the sound. I clicked the file and it showed me plans that Atlas had. Were these the plans that were contained in the document me and my team retrieved?

I took some pictures of this and locked the computer yet again. Alright we're done. I carefully put up the table again, this time causing some sort of noise, due to the sense of a presence behind me.

"Who are you?" a mare asked me. I replied with a grunt, "I'm the janitor, leave me alone." I seemed like a grumpy guy who wants to be left alone along with disguising my voice. I snickered as I heard her footsteps down the hall. I put everything back on the desk, just in a different order than before.

I left the room and went to the next room, making sure that I wasn't followed and put on my outfit. This will probably bite me in the back though.