Just Where Did They All Go?

At the Ponyville schoolhouse, which she had to attend as well as Flight School, Scootaloo walked down the hall casually toward her class. She tried to forget about the incident. She tried to convince herself that they wouldn't keep coming after her, but she couldn't. And now, she couldn't find her two best friends. Had the ambulance ponies captured THEM, too?

As she felt a prescence behind her, she panicked, swung around and hit whoever it was in the face with her hoof. She was surprised to find that it was WHITE FLASH!

"White Flash.." she choked, hugging him, "How did you escape?!"

"There was an old window," he elaborated, "They thought since I had a concussion, I couldn't get the coordination to fly out. They thought wrong. You're not gonna BELIEVE what they did to Featherweight, Scoots!"

"They....Grinded him into rainbows?"

"HOW DID YOU KNOW?!"

"Nevermind that," she whispered in his ear comfortingly, "You're safe now. Besides, we can forget about this entire thing at the Nightmare Night dance at town hall tonight!"

"B-but," he stuttered, "What if they COME?"

"They killed the police commissioner, White, it was in the paper, the cops will be looking for them."

The day went on as usual, except for one key factor: Where were Applebloom and Sweetie? Surely, they hadn't gone home sick! She didn't want to sit by herself, so she sat with White Flash's friends, a black earth colt with an orange and red mane named Southern Pacific, and a lanky brown unicorn colt named Fleetline. Fleetline went on, and on, about his dad, his mom, and how beautiful he thought Diamond Tiara was, until everypony was sick of him.

"I shouldn't even be GOING here!" he continued, chugging down a chocolate milk to try and look like his dad, "I should be going to a private school in CANTERLOT! After all," he paused to straighten his bowtie cockily, "I AM the son of royalty..."

"Oh, he's a son of something, alright...." Scootaloo giggled softly to White Flash, "A son of a BITCH!"

The two burst out, laughing, and interrupted the airhead's rant about his royal blood. He gave them a harsh look, but they didn't care.

After school, Scootaloo was scootering home, when she was intercepted by none other than Applebloom and Sweetie Belle! She waved hello, and turned around to race back toward where they were standing.

"Where were you today?" she asked them, "I had to sit next to FLEETLINE!"

"Fleetline?!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed in horror, "Yuck. Well, anyway," she began to unlatch her saddlebag, "Look at what WE got! It took us ALL DAY to find the pony who sells them."

Sweetie opened her saddlebags to reveal three UZI sub-machine guns.

"Just for protection."

"Sweetie, HOW'D YOU GET AN UZI?!"

"Easy! Just go down to Roy's Guns, draw a fake license, and they look the other way while they slide them over the counter to you!" She took one out, and posed like a bond girl, holding it close to her chest. "THIS oughtta stop any old ambulance!"

"Well," Applebloom mutteredwarily, "Ah still don't like the idea of illegal guns..."

"Just don't shoot at anypony who isn't attacking us, or sho it to anypony," Scootaloo reassured her, "If the police can't protect us, We'll protect ourselves."

As this happened, Redheart and Red Cross watched from an alley in their ambulance.

"They have UZIs," Red Cross radioed in, "What do we do?"

"Then, bulletproof the ambulance!" Miller ordered, "There's a sheetmetal shop on the South Side, go there. I know a pony who can help you out."

"And hurry up," Meteor added, "My thirst for spilled blood is UNBEARABLY strong...."

White Flash was walking over to join the girls, and was just informed about the guns, when he saw the ambulance pull out of an alley. He hid in a bush, anticipating it to come immediately after him, but instead, it just drove off, sirens on, as if responding to an emergency call. The crusaders weren't quick enough to start shooting at it, and it disappeared around a corner.

"Don't worry, White Flash," Scootaloo promised him, "Stick with us. If they try to get you, then we'll give them a SURPRISE!"

Little did they know that their surprise would prove unaffective later that night....

At the shops at Ponyville Cadillac-Buick-Chevrolet, very dastardly deeds were occurring. The main mechanic, Mel, watched in horror as the mechanics covered the ambulance's windows in sheet metal, backed up by slabs of iron beneath it. A bull-bar off a police cruiser was fastened to the front, and a small hole for seeing where they were driving was cut in the frontal armor.

"What the HELL are you doin' to this car?!" he asked them, "Turning it into an ARMOURED TRUCK, or somethin'?"

"Yes," Redheart replied calmly, "Yes we are...."