The Watchdogs

Canterlot, Equestria

Princess Celestia was still in awe of all the new technology brought by the humans to her kingdom, she was currently walking to the dining room to eat breakfast with her sister Luna.

"Sister, good morning." greeted Celestia, "Good morning Tia, please sit, I'm afraid we have much to talk about." Luna said as she ate her waffles with gusto, while Celestia drank her coffee and waited for her eggs. "What about Lulu?" "The crime problem, and the ineptitude of your guards." Luna bluntly stated before whipping her face with a napkin as Celestia gaped like a fish, "You mean our guards sister, and I have full confidence in them to end these horrific crimes."

"I mean your royal guard sister, unlike you I have decided to allow my night guard to train with humans and use their weapons to our advantage." Said  Luna, "Luna, I will not allow our guards to become murders by using those, those technological monstrosities!" "Then you'd let our guards and citizens be killed, because you wish to ignore the problem and pretend everything is the same!" Exclaimed Luna. "Luna, I will not let you criticize me, as a foal!" Celestia sneered.

"Fine, but I should inform you that the UN has approved the Initiate, so I have authorized the construction of their base in the Everfree forest, and as such had my night guard lockdown the forest, no one is permitted to enter without my approval." Luna quickly explained.

"Luna we were meant to rule together, you shouldn't have gone behind my back on this." Celestia said as a mother would scold a child. "It's for the best Tia, we need their help, this is something we can not solve on our own." Luna stated flatly as she left the dining room, to rest before the human team arrives.

-Linebreak-

3 weeks ago

Quantico, Virginia, USA

  A load crack breaks the serene morning's stillness as a black clad figure quickly enters the door that he just kicked in, inside is a large room with six paper targets and one young human female sitting in the center, within a few seconds five paper targets have holes in right where their hearts would be, while the sixth has one right in the nose. And in the middle the woman remains completely unharmed minus some hearing damage thanks to loud bark of the handgun, still held in the ready position by the man, when suddenly a loud buzz is heard to signify the end of the course. "Good job, Grayson, beat your previous time by point oh eight seconds." The woman in the center started clapping, with that the figure removed his balaclava, "Still not the record, damn." the figure now identified as Grayson replied slightly perturbed as he holstered his well worn FN Herstal Five-seveN. He exited the room to find his boss, Special Agent Rhabb, talking to a middle aged man, which he immediately recognized as deputy director Cheggwidden, when he was waved over. "Grayson goodjob on the course, but we were wondering if you'd like to transfer to a new UN counter terrorism unit, of course you'd leave HRT." questioned the deputy director, "What's in it for me sir, if you don't mind me asking."

"Well Grayson, you'd get to see a whole new world and more hours, not to mention less pay." as this was said Grayson got a smirk on his face and replied "Sure, I think I'm due for a change scenery as it, when do I leave, sir?" "One week report to CFB Saint John's, for the details." Grayson nodded his head and asked, "Am I dismissed for the day sir?"  "Yeah go dress out and head home." With this Grayson quickly made his way to the locker room, and changed in to a black button up and jeans as he made his way to his Jeep. "New world, I wonder if he meant Equestria, if so Artemis is gonna be so jealous, better not tell her til I get there, she may try to kill me." He mused, as he drove away from the base, "Did I just agree to a job with more hours for less pay?" "GODDAMNIT!"

And with that we are introduced to our first section A member.

File #512685

Name: Grayson, Dan

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Field Name: Kestrel

Section: A

Speciality: Leadership, interrogation

Equipment: Flashbangs, NVGs, Hornet's nest grenades, cable ties, hoods

Weapons: KAC PDW 6.8mm with a T1 sight and PEQ box, FN Herstal Five-seveN, and occasionally a H&K MP-5/10 with sound and flash suppressor

Appearance: Short black hair, blue eyes, 5'9'', athletic build, Caucasian, barbwire sleeve tattoo along left arm

Combat Apparel: Black dragon skin torso vest, black shin guards, black with pale blue side stripe Mitch PJ helmet

Civilian Apparel: Black button shirt, jeans, black dress shoes

Background: Four years in the United States Marine Corps, honorable discharge, applied for HRT at Quantico, was approved and passed training at age twenty-three, has been with the FBI for five years, seven months he was transfered to the FBI's Counter Terrorism Intelligence division, all information involving his time there has been classified or disavowed.

Personality: Calm, blunt, dark sense of humor

Known Relatives: Younger sister named Artemis age twenty-four,  niece named Elizabeth age five, Sister in law named Sydney age twenty-five.

Mental Evaluation notes: Dan has reported feeling little to no remorse when questioned about taking another's life, has even stated that if they didn't want to die they wouldn't be criminals, further evaluation shows he has qualms with excessive force to get information from suspects. It is with my personal opinion that Dan be removed from field assignments pending full physiatric evaluation and remedial courses on proper suspect treatment and use of force.

APPROVED FOR WATCHDOG INITIATE

                                                              WATCHDOG director,

                                                                        Samuel Fischer