"Handle with care? I wonder why I would need to....AHHHHH!"

Clarke pretended to be a home owner, simply grabbing the news paper, in the house next door's driveway. He walked up the driveway, his left eye always on the Mail van. He saw the men jump out. Each running around the back. The rear doors opened, and after a few seconds. 4 more men jumped out. Each fitted out with Kevlar, gas masks, and carrying full auto AKs. They were here to terminate the sleeper agents. Clarke wasn't going to let that happen. He reached in his coat. He drew a rather large Desert Eagle pistol. He chambered it, sending a large high caliber bullet into it's mechanism. Ready to kill.

If they want to go loud, I'll go just as loud.

Inside the home. The house was buzzing with life. Peter and Pinkie were playing Halo Reach. Trixie and Luna were enjoying a recorded episode of King of the Hill. Celestia was reading the first Star Wars book (The Phantom Menace). Nick and Alexandra were on the couch with Trixie and Luna. Nick, had a laptop and was pressing keys frantically as his played Grand Theft Auto 2. Alexandra was amusing herself with her smart phone, chatting with her dad over Facebook text.

Everyone, and everypony stopped what they were doing when the front door was kicked in. Nick dropped his laptop, Pinkie and Peter came running from Nick's room, Celestia dropped her book. Luna and Trixie took their eyes off the TV. Six men came rushing in. 4 of them were fully suited out and carrying automatic rifles, 2 wore ski masks and black clothing, and carried small revolvers. Nick, at first jumped up and attempted to defend his home. He had taken Karate since he was 7. And many hours of practice, exercise, and pure instinct, went into his next moves. As the first man stepped foot in the home. Nick charged him, the man pulled the trigger on his rifle. Nick's instructors had shown him, techniques that could actually be adapted to be used during a mugging, a robbery, etc. He stepped left and used an open hand to push the rifle to his right. A burst of 10 bullets flew from the rifle and ripped up Nick's father's chair. Nick then took several punches at the gas masked, armored attacker. The attacker's neck was unprotected, Nick took this. He brought his right fist hard into the large man's windpipe. The man coughed and dropped his rifle. The man fell to his knees. Nick ducked and caught the rifle. The one of the other attackers tried to shoot Nick, but ended up putting many bullets into the back of their own man. Nick rose from behind the now dead man, and unloaded the remaining clip, struggling with rifle's kick, into the men at his door step. He ran out of bullets after 2 men. Leaving 3 alive. They aimed their guns at Nick. An before anyone fired. There were three loud pops from somewhere outside. The bullets hit each of the remaining men in the left side of their skulls. They went straight through any gas mask or ski mask they wore.

After a few seconds a nicley dressed, clean shaven man, approached. His pistol still smoking slightly.

He strode over the bodies and through the blood. And saw Nick, he smiled and held out his hand.

"Agent Clarke. You must Agent York, and Agent Carolina" He said nodding to first Nick then Alexandra "You guys do look young. Wow, you could probably blend in at a high school. Well you guys hide the bodies somewhere, I'll get my van, we need to get the SCs out of here, now, come on this is code black." He said quickly and calmly as he turned away.

Nick was out of breath, his heart was racing.

"Wait!" Nick called.

"What?" Clarke asked still calm and professional.

"We're....not agents." Nick said.

Clarke took a second then chuckled.

"Oh, right you two technically don't exist." He chuckled.

Alexandra chipped in.

"Dude, we're not your agents. Seriously".

Clarke took another second. Then his mouth slowly opened as he realized. They weren't joking and they were NOT Agents York and Carolina.

"I ...uh...oh sh**....f*** it....hide the bodies then you..." He pointed to Nick "explain this to me, and make sure you cover how some Teenager just killed 3, highly trained, Russian Spetsnaz assassins.".

Clarke walked quickly down the street. Hiding his pistol in the secret area of his jacket. He pulled his phone from his front coat pocket. He pressed 2 on speed dial.

"Target's spotted and taken out, but there appears to be another problem." He said grimly but quickly.

"What's the problem?" The voice on the other end asked.

"The f***ing Agents aren't at the house. The sleeper cells are there. Just not the agents. What the f*** happened?!" Clarke demanded over the phone.

"Ah yes, I figured this would come up. We had a Zipcode mix up, I spotted it a few minutes ago....the SCs got delivered to the wrong town entirely...." The voice on the phone said.

Clarke sighed. Then put a key in the ignition and started the van.

"You think your folks with be mad we stuffed 6 corpses into your garbage cans?" Alexandra asked.

Nick chuckled a nervous chuckle.

"I-I was worried they'd freak out about the ponies." he joked.

"Well the bodies are hidden for now" Alexandra said. "Celestia should be done with the blood by now. I still want to know how a robot has magical powers."

Nick laughed lightly

"Exactly!" He exclaimed.

Alexandra put a lid on each of the plastic garbage cans.

"So, that Karate class taught you those sick moves?" Alexandra asked.

"Yeah, that and being apparently a quick thinker in life or death scenarios, I guess" Nick grinned.

Alexandra surprised Nick by grabbing him and giving him a long passionate kiss.

When she let go of him she said "It's also really sexy to kill 3 dudes like an ice cold bada**".

Nick thought he was about to have a heart attack when he was about to die. Now he thought he died right then and there and gone to heaven.

They entered the living room again. Peter came down the stairs looking piss-pants frightened. Pinkie coxed him down the stairs gingerly.

"Its okay, your older Brother took care of everything, everypony is okay. Its safe" she said as she led him down stairs.

"Ar-are th-those monsters de-dead?" He asked looking to Nick.

Nick exhaled.

"Those were men, soldiers in fact, like what you kill on MW3. Just...real. And yes they're dead you have nothing to worry about Peter. We're all here and I'm going to protect each of us. Nothing will happen to any of us." Nick assured him sounding as calm as he could. It seemed to work Peter came down and buried his face in Pinkie's shoulder as he sobbed.

"Why di-did they attack us?" Peter asked in between sobs.

"I....I don't know, little bro" Nick said placing a hand on Peter's shoulder in reassurance. "I don't know..." he looked to Alexandra "...is that Clarke guy back yet?"

Alexandra looked out the front window.

"He just pulled up in a van. He's heading to the front door." Alexandra said.

A few seconds later Clarke opened the door.

"Everyone and everypony in the van....you ride up front with me" He pointed to Nick as he finished his sentence.

Clarke and Nick loaded the guns, ammo and usable Kevlar and gas masks into the van, along with the ponies and Alexandra and Peter. They  were now a few streets away. Clarke stopped the van in front of Nick's friend Charlie's home.

"Why are we here?" Princess Celestia asked.

Clarke looked at the pony "There's one more pony, and she was delivered here. She's the most deadly and most secret so I wasn't expecting anyone to attack her."

Nick gave a puzzled look.

"A deadly pony?" Nick asked.

Clarke ignored Nick and stepped out of the car closing his door. Nick followed, doing the same on his side.

They approached the front door. Clarke drew his pistol. When they got to the front door Clarke listened a moment. A loud TV show was playing. It could be heard through the door.

Clarke looked to Nick and asked "You ever kick a door in?" in a hushed whisper.

Nick shook his head 'no'.

"Well your gonna start now" Clarke pulled a large 357. Revolver from his jacket. Then passed it to Nick "Remember. Six shots."

Nick nodded a 'yes' and then turned to the door. He took a step back.

Nick stepped forward kicking the door through. The lock and door mechanism gave way as his kick hit. The door flew open.

Clarke and Nick rushed in with the door.

"Nobody move!" Clarke shouted in a deep commanding voice.

Two figures were sitting on the couch directly in front of Nick as he and Clarke rushed in. One of the figures was human and the other was a white, pink maned pony. The human was a tall Asian looking boy, of whom Nick knew. Charlie. The crotch of Charlie's pants appeared to have a wet spot forming.

Clarke quickly went in front of the couch, put his left foot on Charlie's chest to keep him down. Then he scooped the pony up in one arm and said.

"Thank you for cooperating." Then the two left as quickly as they entered. Leaving Charlie, a puddle of piss, and a broken door.

Clarke opened the van's rear doors and tossed the squirming pony in with the rest. Then he shut the door and locked it. Clarke and Nick got back in the van and drove towards I-95. Then got on the road heading North. Nick, out of curiousity opened the glove box and found there was a hidden computer.

"What the...why is there a computer?" He asked.

"It's mine, it gains access to the nearest police network. I can literally call off the police with it." Clarke explained.

Nick was confused.

"But aren't you a fed?" Nick asked.

Clarke laughed aloud.

"Not quite." he chuckled.

"What are you then?" Princess Celestia asked from the back.

Clarke cocked his head back and said "I am technically a man that died in operation Desert Storm" Clarke put his eyes back on the road "So, I'm dead. I existed but now I don't sort of thing."

Celestia was confused. Before she could ask another question, one of the rear door windows shattered and a bullet entered the Princess's back. Every pony screamed, and Celestia let out a scream of agony. Blood began to spill on the van's floor as more bullets, could be heard pinging on the van's metal.

Nick saw the Celestia's blood.

"She's bleeding?! I thought she was a robot or something!" Nick shouted to Clarke.

Clarke cursed. "Take the wheel. I'll explain the blood later. Right now I'm going to give some amateurs a lesson." Clarke turned on cruise control and Nick and Clarke switched seats.

"You old enough to drive?!" Clarke asked as Nick put his hands on the wheel.

"Learns permit." Nick said "I need an adult in the car."

Clarke took the revolver he had given Nick off the dashboard and then rolled down the window.

"I'll stay in the car and kick a** then!" Clarke shouted as he leaned out the window.

Clarke saw 3, black street bikes following the van at about 70mph. Clarke lifted the revolver and his Desert eagle and fired them both in unison. The two bullets hit one of the motorcyclist in the torso. He was propelled off his bike and was hit by a semi. The semi hit the brakes as soon as the dead Russian hit it's grill.

One of the motorcyclist aimed an SMG to Clarke and let out a burst. Clarke ducked back in then van. He leaned back towards Nick and kicked the passenger door off. The door flew off and took out the motorcyclist with the SMG. One motorcycle remained following them. Its driver did not have a gun, the passenger did. The man riding on the back of the last motorcycle did not wear a helmet, just black sunglasses as he fired a large Light machine gun at the van. He fired in bursts of 3.  When Clarke began to take shots at him. He changed his aim to Clarke. Clarke did an odd spinning move. He, keeping his grip in the door frame of the van, spun himself onto the hood. Then keeping a strong stance, moved his way up to the roof. Holding both pistols and standing on the van's room fired. The driver of the motorcycle swerved to avoid each shot. Clarke ran out of shots on the revolver and simply let it go. The driver of the motor cycle swerved the wrong way and was hit square in the face by the pistol. The motorcyclists were propelled from there motorcycle and hit the pavement, then the motorcycle toppled and did the same.

Clarke swung himself back in the van, looked at the hurt Princess and said calmly. "Pull off at the next exit, we're going to need to do road side surgery and get a new car."