3 Hours Later

They sat in the waiting room, awaiting any news on the condition of the three. Around the five were Mac, who came in after the medics administered oxygen and cleared him; members of the local police units, who were assigned to protect the creature (Jensen) so the princesses can interview him; and finally, two detectives named Nightshade, a lean black and white pegasus stallion with a dark grey Stetson; and Blackout, a tall and built black earth pony stallion with a black mane with white tips and edges and purple eyes, to take a statement from Jensen when he is stable condition. Both wore grey cloaks with a thin blue line going from the tip of the hood down the center underneath their black tactical vests . The vests carried their personal swords and tasers. Applejack continued to check on him, despite the doctors telling her he was fine. Pinkie, as her usual ecstatic self, nervously tapped her hoof as she looked from the door to the floor several times with tears welling in her eyes.

"Were they okay when you got out?" Twilight asked.

"Ah don' know, they were unconscious when the medic took 'em, an Ah couldn't tell if they were breathin'," Mac said regretfully. Fluttershy placed a hand on the stallion's shoulder.

"You did the best you could," She said tenderly. Mac nodded.

A nurse came out to the lobby, and looked upon the group. The mares and Mac stood, as did the officers. They begged, pleaded in their minds that they were okay.

"How are they Nurse Redheart?" Twilight asked.

The nurse had a sullen look.

"'Ms. Rarity and Mr. Spike are stable, Rarity's breathing has returned to normal and Spike had woken up after shortly after we hooked him up to oxygen. They're sleeping now and we're going to keep them overnight just to be safe, but everything is looking fine other than a few broken bones and burn."

Twilight let out a breath of relief, overjoyed that their friend and little brother were okay.

"But what about Jensen? The third one?" Applejack asked frantically before her brother calmed her down.

The nurse turned to the mare.

"He had second degree burns on his chest and face, third degree burns on his hands, along with a sliced cheek that required stitches and we're treating him for smoke inhalation. He's in the burn ward now," Pinkie charged through the door as the others calmly walked down the halls.

Jensen lay on her hospital bed, oxygen mask on his mouth, and a heart rate monitor to the left of him. He still had several smaller cuts along his body. Most were bandaged, and the ones that weren't were stitched were glued shut. His burns were covered in a green slime. What the group noticed almost immediately, were the numerous scars that criss-crossed his body. On his left pectoral, was another tattoo. It was a memorial piece that had several dark red and black roses with the name Cassidy written in a elegant cursive. Mac walked over and sat by the bed. Watching as his chest slowly went up and down. He hung his head, still feeling guilty for what had happened to him.

What in Tartaurus happened to ya?

"It wasn't your fault," Twilight said with a smile. Mac looked back up to the man and placed a hand on his scalp, stoking his head in the parts that weren't burnt. He frowned and brought his hand back to his side.

"I still wish I could have gotten there sooner."

Nurse Redheart came and reported their findings on the man.

“According to his necklace," Redheart nodded to his dogtags that were hung up on the wall, "His name is Jensen R. Mastiff. Date of birth is June 18, 1995. Age 19. Blood type is AB positive...He is about 6 foot, and weights 145 pounds. And," she hesitated as a lump formed in her throat.

"What?" Applejack asked with a look of worry on her face as she stroked Jensen's hand.

"And by the scars...he...he has been horrendously abused as a foal."

The group gasped in shock. Someone as young as him. By his own family.

Tears welled up in Pinkie's and Fluttershy's eyes and Rainbow looked down in shame as she remembered trying to pick a fight with him.

Inside Jensen's Subconscious

The house reeked of alcohol, mold, vomit and other scents associated with a number of other drugs. The sound of a TV with the volume turned all the up shook the windows of Jensen's home.

As he tried to sneak inside, a voice screamed from the basement.

"جنسن ! احصل على فائدة الحمار هنا هذه اللحظة" he screamed.
JENSEN! GET YOUR USELESS ASS DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!

Almost jumping out of his skin, Jensen dropped his raggedy backpack and ran down the stairs.

"ما هو هذا جنسن؟!" he screeched at him. His breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes as he held a piece of paper.
WHAT IS THIS JENSEN?!

"M M - اعادة بطاقة تقرير," Jensen stuttered. He knows he got straight A's, but he still doesn't know why he was so pissed with him.
M-m-my re-report card

"ما!؟ كنت اعتقد ان لديك ثم لي أفضل؟! أفضل من الولايات المتحدة?!" he hollered
What!? You think your better then me?! Better then us

Oh right. His insecurities, Jensen thought to himself

"رد لي عندما أتحدث إليك !" he screams.
ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!

"لا-,"
No I-

Jensen was cut off as he flipped the table and punched Jensen in the face, splitting his lip and busting his nose before being thrown back and kicking him.

Jensen screamed before one of the kicks nailed him in the face, knocking him out.

XxX

Jensen suddenly jolted up and started screaming and swearing at a unseen person.

"FUCK YOU! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU HEAR ME?! I FUCKING HATE YOU!" Jensen roared.

He was swinging and literally trying to kill whatever demons that haunted him.

As he was throwing punches and kicks, the IV needle came out of his arm, causing him to bleed and his heart rate monitor skyrocketed. The mares inside the room cowered back in fear as he raged.

"I'LL FUCKING DO IT, I SWEAR TO GOD!" He howls.

Mac, Applejack, the two detectives and a few of the officers wrestled him to the bed as the orderlies come to secure his arms and legs to the bed before sedating him.

"FUCK YOU- fucking bast-" and with that, Jensen was out cold.

The group stared at the human with mouths agape and eyes wide with fear.

"W-w-what was that?" Rainbow stuttered.

"He was having a waking nightmare," Blackout said in his deep Manehatten accent.

"This changes everything. He needs to be monitored. If he has what I think he has, then we need to make sure that he stays restrained," Nightshade agrees.

Fluttershy hid behind Twilight and Pinkie's hair deflated as she stared crying. The elements of kindness and laughter couldn't handle seeing a soul that hurt.

Nurse Redheart and Doctor Stable stepped away from Jensen when they were sure he was subdued. Mac and Applejack were distraught. The man who saved their sister was hurting, and they didn't know why.

"Keep him restrained. The princesses will be here soon. The officers will keep him guarded," Doctor Stable said.

The officers, who didn't dress like the standard police, were actually special operations members of the military that were stationed in Ponyville. Their off-duty role is to augment the police force and handle any extreme circumstances. They were the stallions that made up 2nd Squad, led by Shadow Fang. Them along with 1st Squad made up the group known as Combat Applications Group, or CAG.

"Da, it will be done doctor," replied the team leader.

Captain Shadow Fang was a white coated, black mane earth pony from Stalliongrad. A bulky and scared stallion from his time as a foal soldier and former Spetsnaz (Stalliongrad Special Forces) operative. He wore a of MULTICAM uniform under a Russian desert camo vest. His deep green eyes scanned the human as he held his crossbow carbine at a low ready.

"Master-serzhant Fuse, keep sergeants Stunner and Echo with you for first watch."

"Yes sir, we're on it," said Fuse.

Master Sergeant Fuse was a olive drab earth pony from Appaloosa with a salt and pepper mane and beard. Barrel chested and ripped from his time as a Appaloosan Firefighter prior to joining the military, he wore a set of DCUs and a tan boonie hat and was the team's EOD tech. His explosive crossbow was slung up on his back, but his hand was resting on his sidearm.

"Sergeant Stunner, Sergeant Echo; you heard the boss. We got first shift."

"Got it Sarge. Lets go E," Stunner said.

Next to Fuse stood the team's primary medic, Technical Sergeant (Air Force rank) Stunner. He was a fairly tall and lean pegasus born in Cape Colt but raised in Manehatten. He stood out because of his Russian blue camouflage coat that was caused by a birth defect, a black mane with light blue edges, and red eyes. As a former member of the combat search and rescue (CSAR) team, the Royal Equestrian Air Force Pararescue, he has seen some of his friends suffer the same mental torment as the human. He wore a set of Airman Battle Uniform under a tan combat vest and his crossbow carbine was hanging off the sling.

The team sniper and assistant medic, Sergeant Echo, was leaning against the wall, observing the whole scene. A usually introverted and observant fellow, he was not a pegasus in a traditional sense, but rather an average height and lean midnight blue thestral with a spiky grey mane and spliced red eyes from a war-torn island between Equestria and Gryphonia. He wore a set of Woodland patterned BDUs and a shemagh tied around his neck. He carried a high powered crossbow that was designed for greater range, precision and damage then the standard carbine model.

He only nodded and got off the wall and gripped his hand held crossbow.

"Serzhant Stratus Breaker, we must go link up with 1st Squad. Do Svidaniya everypony," ordered Captain Fang.

Staff Sergeant Stratus Breaker was standing with Stunner and was one of the stallions that helped restrain the flailing human. He was also a pegasus from Manehatten that had a light blue coat, with a short white mane, and grey eyes. He also served in the Equestrian Royal Air Force alongside his friend Stunner, but Stratus served as a air combat controller. He also wore a set of ABUs and his crossbow carbine was slung across his back.

"Yes sir," Breaker responded.

As the two left, the other troopers began restraining the human as Redheart reattached the IV needle. When it was done, the doctor administrated anesthesia to put Jensen back to sleep.

"Alright everypony, I apologize, but I must ask that you all leave. The...alien, it to be under armed guard until it awakens," Doctor Sable said.

Everypony nodded and left except Applejack and Big Mac.

"Ah'm sorry. Ah'm so sorry 'sug," Applejack murmured as her voice cracked.

Mac hugged his sister.

"Come on now, there wasn't much we can do. It wasn't anypony's fault. The fire ponies said it was a rouge spark that caused that fire. He's a hero sis, now come on. We have to go," Mac reassured her.

A teary eyed Applejack nodded before stroking Jensen's cheek and leaving the room. Closing the door behind her.

Author's Note

The ranks vary in seniority from branch to branch. Stunner and Stratus Breaker were both Air Force and held ranks that were different from the other members of the team, who were Army. The ranks can be seen here

Combat Controller- Air Force Combat Control Teams, singular Combat Controller, (CCT) are ground combat forces specialized in a traditional pathfinder role while having a heavy emphasis on simultaneous air traffic control, fire support and command, control, and communications in covert or austere environments.
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No, there is no gay lovin' between Jensen and Mac.

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