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

Nick fumbled with the van's crappy radio. All he could get was some Spanish techno, hip hop station, and a Country music station based out of Orlando.

"Lets see...." He twisted the old fansion dial. Country music.

He turned the dial again. Spanish Techno.

"Ooh! Keep it there!" Celestia said.

"Really?" Nick asked. He looked back to Celestia who just nodded.

"So...to recap. You've been to Equestria?" Nick asked Clarke.

"Classified." Clarke answered.

"Equestria exists?" Nick asked.

"Maybe. Maybe not." Clarke said.

"Is this the real Celestia?"

"There should be a very faded orange letter in the center of that...cutie mark thing, only on her left flank." Clarke said.

Nick climbed into the back of the van and motioned for Celestia to show him her left flank. He put his face right up to the cutie mark and carefully looked for a faded letter. There wasn't anything.

"Nothing. You sure it was on the left?" He asked.

"If its not there, you got the real thing." Clarke looked in the rear view mirror back to Celestia "You remember me? Right? Two years ago? Gordon? We became good friends then you had to get involved with the design of that weird show? I think I used to have a goatee back then."

"I recognized you when you came to Nick's house." Celestia smiled.

Nick got another question. "Why did they create the show My Little Pony Friendship is Magic?"

Clarke sighed "It was a way to brainwash the population, Breaker, the thing I deleivered to Hasbro that let Celestia come to this world, if it had worked it would have let Pony and Human populations mix. Ponies in movie theaters, people eating at Sugar cube corner. The show actually has hidden subliminal messages that made the Bronies. Those Bronies would be the people among the normal population that wouldn't be as...surprised to see colorful ponies in their neighborhoods. They could assist in explaining the ponies to the normal people."

"So, I was brain washed into being a Brony?" Nick asked.

"Classified." Clarke said.

"Is Equestria like it is in the show?" Nick asked.

"Celestia?" Clarke called to her.

"Yes?"

"Remember how you got me to Equestria?" Clarke asked.

"I do." Celestia said.

"Take Nick to Equestria." Clarke ordered.

Celestia nodded, Nick looked back at her. "How are you going to....." he began.

As he spoke Celestia's horn glowed and she leaned in to touch her horn to Nick's head.

In a flash of golden light they vanished from the van.

Nick fell to his butt. Celestia stood. Nick hit the soft grass with his bottom and then sat up quickly.

"What happened!? Whats going on?" He asked the solar goddess.

"Clarke wanted me to take you to Equestria, so welcome to Ponyvile." Celestia pointed a fore hoof to somewhere behind Nick.

Nick stood and turned to see the many houses and buildings that made up Ponyvile. He could see Twilight's library from where he was.

"Come, we shall visit Twilight." She began to trot away from Nick. He went into a light jog to catch up then walked by her side.

They approached the Library. Celestia knocked on the door with her fore hoof.

"1 minute!" Twilight called. There were some noises from inside and then the door opened. Twilight nearly fell back at the sight of her mentor. "Princess!" she exclaimed. She looked at Nick and gasped "Another human!"

"Hello." Nick greeted "I'm Nick."

"I'm...Twilight Sparkle" She stated even, not knowing Nick had seen My Little Pony Friendship is Magic and still watches it. She looked to Princess Celestia "What happened to that one taller human?"

"This is a friend of his." Celestia said "And a friend of mine too."

"Oh, would you like to come in?" Twilight offered stepping aside.

"Thank you." Celestia said entering the library. On the inside of the library many of the books were off the shelves and stacked neatly in front of each shelf.

"Why are all the books like this?" Nick asked.

"I received a lot of new books from a friend, so I have to organize them into library." Twilight explained.

December 2011.

Area 51, 9:56AM

.25 miles beneath the surface of the Earth.

"We had to transport the gateway here for safety. And hooking this big bastard up again was a pain." Clarke explained to the thoroughly confused Moon Princess. "Russia is getting suspicious. The Pentagon has classified any pony with extremely powerful magical powers, such as Celestia, as WMDs. Since, with some effort, you or your sister, could easily annihilate an army."

"Wa-wait. W,M,D?" Luna asked.

"WMDs: Weapons of Mass Destruction. Like nukes" Clarke stated.

Present time.

Clarke was now driving at some time in the night. It was maybe midnight. Alexandra, Peter, and the ponies that were in the van had all fallen asleep. His eye lids felt heavy. He had just crossed State lines into Georgia. He forced his eyes open and kept them their. He pulled off the highway into a random town in Georgia. He parked the van in an empty parking parking lot, in front of an abandoned store. He reached into his pants pocket and drew a cellphone. He hit 2 on speed dial.

"Speak" someone ordered on the other side of the line.

"It's Clarke. I've got most of the ponies, any chance of getting an early EVAC in Georgia?" He asked about ready to close his eyes and fall asleep.

"i was about to call you on that, I heard about your run in with the cops. Don't do that Clarke. Just flash them a badge, now I've got some cop bitching about how he's going to need prosthetic balls. And yes anything you do will probably reach me in some way." Clarke's handler said "Anyway, stay put, I've got FBI units nearby. They're going fast so....." the voice cut off and was replaced with an ear piercing ringing. Clarke dropped the phone and rubbed his right ear. Now unable to hear from it.

He heard what sounded like a truck starting from his left ear. Before he could restart the van. Something very large rammed the side of the van. The van rolled. Clarke felt his seat belt pull against him with gravity, the van rolled. It rolled a few times then settled on its roof. Everypny and human was awakened by the hit.

Clarke unbuckled his seat belt and fell from the seat onto the roof just above the seat. He rubbed his head for a second. He opened the driver side door, and crawled out of the over turned van. He drew his pistol. As he looked to where the vehicle had been, he saw broken glass and pieces of the van on the pavement. Then a blinding light generated by another vehicles headlights obscured his vision. He heard the engine rev and saw the vehicle speed towards him. He threw himself to his right and rolled onto his back to see a semi-truck ram the van again. He had dropped his pistol when he dodged the truck. He saw it just a meter or two out of his reach on the pavement. The driver of the semi exited the truck. Clarke sprang into the action. Rolling to his right, quickly. He scooped up the pistol as he rose into a sitting position and shot towards the driver. The driver was a large white man in full Kevlar military gear. He carried a pistol of his own.  Clarke was able to get off three shots. Two of the three hit the truck. The last hit the white man in his armored chest. He pointed his pistol at Clarke with his right hand and pulled the trigger 4 times. Hitting each time. The bullets went through Clarke's coat and shirt underneath. The bullets were in a tight group on his torso. Clarke fell back onto the pavement and laid there. Still alive. He gun fell from his hand. He lay in pain. Bleeding from four wounds. A pool of blood had already formed from the 3 exit wounds on his back. The armored man began to step closer to Clarke.

Clarke gripped his pistol and attempted to raise slightly to aim it. As he aimed it, the pistol was kicked from his hand by a steel toed boot. The same boot stomped on his wounded chest.

"Arghh!" Clarke screamed in agony.

The white man looked down at him "The ponies are now property of the new Russia, Agent Clarke." he said as he aimed the pistol he carried to Clarke's fore head.

"They'll never be Russia's property, they're their own property, they wont cooperate with you, ever. So....go fuck your self." Clarke said weakly with a smug smile.

"Goodbye Clarke." The Russian said coldly with a smile.

"I'll meet you in hell." Clarke said as the Russian pulled the trigger on his pistol.

The gunshot seemed to echo in the following silence. Clarke's head snapped back and he laid there on the pavement, now dead.