Director Vassily Azarov

Terran Intelligence Bureau HQ

Location Classified

2 Hours Post-Griffin Contact

Director Vassily Azarov sat at his desk in his office, drinking a glass of whiskey. Not too long ago, he received word that elements of the 7th Fleet made contact with a species known as Griffins. Of course, it's no secret to the higher ups and the Terran Intelligence Bureau also known as the T.I.B. Agents within Equestria have learned about the other species even before the U.T.E united Humanity. Not much is known by them other than the fact they have some disagreements with the Equestrian and have a Non-Aggression Pack with them. Emperor Vorenus ordered not to fire on the Griffins. In fact, he invited the Griffin Emperor to the Imperial Palace. Vorenus did send a message to the Griffin Emperor to keep this contact a secret until otherwise. He agreed, but only if he promised none of our troops fire at him for mistaking him to be a slaver like the ponies. They were all confused by that, but they'll have to wait until he arrives and give an explanation. Vorenus said he has a plan to eliminate any outside interference, but it will require to set back the invasion.

Azarov looked around his office, the walls were full of paintings of previous Directors and Field Agents who've done a great service to the Empire. All have done their part to help the Empire and did their best to cripple Equestria anyway they can in their 'Shadow War'. They all have done great deeds, but none as the man who's giant painting hanged behind Azarov's desk. He turned around to look at the painting of a man in a black suit, arms crossed, looking straight ahead. Black hair, olive skin, and silver eyes, he was a very imposing figure.

If I remember correctly, the silver eyes were the result of an accident when he was a child.

On his deathbed, he told Azarov all about his operations back when he was an agent. This man, with his team, carried out an operation, that kept Humanity's homeland a secret.

98 years ago

Cape Tranquility

A Blue Unicorn with Brown Hair and wearing a lab coat walked towards the Luna I, Equestria's first rocket ship, and will carry the first ponies into space, besides Nightmare Moon of course. He is followed by a large, black haired Human who was carrying a crate, the final cargo for the Luna I. It was pretty chilly that day and Flare was a little annoyed by the cold.

Up ahead, two Royal Guards stand at attention, guarding the ship from any intruders.

"Identification please." One of the guards said.

"Ah yes, of course." The Blue Unicorn gave him his I.D. card.

"What's in the crate Dr. Flare?" The Guard said as he gave him back his I.D. card.

"Oh just some equipment our brave astronauts are going to need." Dr. Flare answered.

"Alright then, just don't let your Human break anything Dr. Flare."

"Nothing to be worried about, he's been my family's Human for years now." Dr. Flare said with a smile.

"Whatever you say Doc."

The two entered the rocket ship and walked around until they've arrived to the storage room.

"Over there, only space left for the crate." Dr. Flare said as he pointed at a corner.

The Human, with a grunt, set the crate down on the corner and secured the crate with some chains. They quickly left the rocket and returned to the laboratories where they had to get through to the parking lot Flare's car was parked on. Before they exited the building, they ran into Flare's colleague, Doctor Star Nova.

"Dr. Flare, where are you going? Aren't you going to stay and watch the launch? Princess Celestia's suppose to be here and who's that Human?"

"What's with the questions Star? I have to go back home to help my sick son. As for the Human, his name if Nicholas."

"I never knew you owned a Human Dr. Flare." Dr. Nova said as she eyes the Human.

"That's because Nicholas here usually stays at home, but today, I brought him to help bring a crate. Anyway Nova, I need to go home."

"Oh, well, goodbye Dr. Flare. Please tell your son to get better soon."

"Will do Nova. Goodbye."

Flare and Nicholas walked to the parking lot and drove away in Flare's grey sedan.

"I did my part of the deal, now you must do yours." said Flare as they drove on a highway.

"Just keep driving. Our deal is complete once we get back to your house." Nicholas said.

Flare glanced to his right and saw Nicholas was pointing a pistol at his stomach.

Ponyville

2 hours and 43 minutes later

They arrived at Dr. Flare's home, a quiet cottage near the Everfree Forest.

"Our deal is complete. You'll find your family safe and sound inside." Nicholas said as he pointed the pistol away from Dr. Flare with a smirk.

Wait, something doesn't feel right. Dr. Flare thought.

He ran out of the car, over the small bridge in front of his house, and opened the door. He was greeted with 3 Humans wearing balaclavas, standing over the bleeding bodies of his wife and his two sons.

"NOOO-umf!" Nicholas covered Flare's mouth and proceeded to slit his throat with a knife.

"Sorry Doc, but you and your family know too much." Nicholas said as he stared at Flare, bleeding on the floor.

"So what now?" Asked one of the men in balaclavas.

"Cut their bodies into pieces."

"If I may, why?" asked one of the men.

"There's currently a serial killer on the loose. Whoever it is, always leaves their bodies in pieces. Once they discover these bodies, they'll assume they're just victims of the serial killer."

4 hours later

Near Cape Tranquility

Nicholas and his men waited near the edge of the Everfree Forest. One of his men sitting on the trunk of a black sedan they stole. The bodies of 2 Royal Guards lay behind Nicholas as he was staring at his watch. From their vantage point, they could see the Luna I about to be launched.

"Hey, what if the bomb fails to explode?" One of his men asked.

"Trust me, they will. I made sure to bring the most reliable explosive."

They watched as the rocket launched into the air. 1 minute after it launched, they witnessed the middle of the rocket explode, causing a chain of explosions throughout the rocket.

Glorious. May God have mercy upon their souls.

"Alright men, time to head back. Our transport leaves in 3 hours."

Present Time

Azarov grabbed a file on his desk, while still holding his glass of whiskey on his other hand.

"Project A-150. Lord knows we don't need anymore battleships, but those damn enthusiast came up with this and kept bothering Miyagi and Vorenus. Hopefully, we can scrap this idea today."

Azarov stood up and raised his glass to the painting.

"Happy Birthday 98th Birthday, Grandfather."

Author's Note

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