Agents of S.W.O.R.D (Or at least, one and a replacement...)

Agent Sweetie groaned as she rolled away from the outstretched forelegs of her partner after a rather... Ahem, nice night together to put it rather politely. She quickly corrected herself. No, she wasn't Agent Sweetie right now. Just Bon Bon. The sun shown through the bedroom window, making her wince. Why'd it have to be so bright? She kept telling Lyra to get darker curtains. Looks like she forgot again. That wasn't the only annoyance, there was also the fact that the alarm clock kept beeping. But not for much longer, as soon It (Sweetie swore that thing was alive and aware of her hatred for it.) was thrown out the window.

CRASH!

Oh well, she could always buy her marefriend a new one. A hopefully non self-aware one. The window, not the alarm clock. Hateful things, those were. Speaking of her marefriend, she muttered "Bonnie..." in her sleep. Damnit, why'd she have be so cute? Sweetie fussed with her mane to keep it nice and professional looking, worthy of a agent of her level.

"Look at me..." Sweetie muttered. "I'm so unprofessional right now. Spitfire would have my head if she saw me looking like this. Suspect she wants me to look like a agent even in situations like this."

Then her watch beeped the way it always did when Sweetie had a mission.

"Speaking of the Tirek spawn..."

She half considered ignoring it as she gazed on Lyra. Right now, time with her was more on her mind. This could wait. But then the watch beeped it's "Answer your boss right now or you get fired" tone. Sweetie sighed, got up and grabbed her hat and sunglasses. The morning had started off so well.

After she'd left, Lyra felt her side. Where'd her agent gone? Where was her Bonnie? He eyes went wide open and she went for her closet and grabbed a broom from it. If somepony wanted to kidnap her marefriend, they'd deal with the strings! After thinking this, she realized something.

"...I really need a better catchphrase."

Sweetie went outside and stood by a palm tree on a beach which opened up to reveal a tube downwards. In another life, she suspected this would have theme music playing at this point for some reason. Eventually, Sweetie made it down to her secret headquarters where there was a big screen with Spitfire's face on it. She saw Sweetie's appearance and smirked.

"Seems someone had a nice night. A REALLY nice night. Hope you did some of those recommendations I wanted to... suggest." She said as Sweetie flushed red. Spitfire howled with laughed as Sweetie gave her a level ten, no eleven death glare. If looks could kill, Spitfire would be dead on the floor and already in a casket.

"Can we just get down to business?" She growled as the sound of teeth grinding could be heard. Spitfire only laughed her head off harder then before, but quickly recomposed herself once she'd had her fun. A picture of a dark maned unicorn stallion appeared on screen. he had green eyes and wore a nice suit. Sweetie's eyes widened. She knew exactly who this was.

"Sombra..." She muttered.

"Good to see you've done your reading." Spitfire said proudly. "Sombra Ironhoof, the worst of the worst. Least he's got a cool name like me."

A voice came from out of view near Spitfire.

"And me as well!" It yelled and Spitfire sighed before turning to the voice's direction.

"Agent SMITH, I already told you, your name is not that cool." She told him before turning back to Sweetie. "Recently, we've been getting reports he's been calling all of his nasty little super-villain friends to his manor in the Crystal Mountains. We don't know what they're up to but we can assure you it's not good. The only thing we can give you is that S.W.O.R.D Spy-Sats are detecting a large amount of heat from at the manor's observatory. Find out what it is, at once." Spitfire ordered before a crash sounded from off screen. Spitfire sighed once more. "SMITH! Stay out of my cider stores! Hey, come back here!"

The screen shut off and Sweetie put her face into her hooves.

"Now how am I supposed to do this without a partner...?" She asked, expecting no answer. But she got one.

"Aww Bonnie, you know you got me." Lyra's voice said, and Sweetie looked up. In front of her, in her supposed to be SECRET lair was Lyra holding a broomstick. She had a big grin on her face. The kind of grin that made one feel uncomfortable. Agent Sweetie had that feeling of certain doom coming on. She suspected a need for a big cup of coffee was in her future. Also, pain and humiliation. Lots of that.

"You know. you really should keep that entrance locked. Could let the bugs get in." She said casually, and this was too much for a certian agent. Sweetie spattered several nonsensical words before her eyes rolled up into her head and she fainted dead away in her chair. Lyra waved a hoof in front of her marefriend's face in concern.

"Uh, Bonnie? BONNIE!" She shouted in concern. "You alright there?"

Later, at S.W.O.R.D Headquarters Sweetie got ready for her mission. By getting ready I meant getting weapons. Lots and lots of weapons. It never hurt to be prepared, after all.

"Is all of these really... needed?" Lyra asked. Sweetie still didn't know how she got in. "Bit overkill isn't it?"

Sweetie chuckled and shook her head as she grabbed a big gun. And I do mean a very BIG gun.

"Trust me, where we're going big is better. No such thing as overkill. Well, unless we grabbed a nucleur warhead. Then yeah, that would be overkill." She admitted. She inspected her toy. What it did, nopony knew except for the rumors they'd heard from the labs which mainly consisted of the three weapons techs responsible for it's creation fainting and saying "Oh, the horror! The horror!" Refocusing her thoughts, she grabbed a tiny pistol and threw it to Lyra.

"So, what does this do? Bit wimpy, seems kinda small." She said sourly until her face brightened up as a thought struck her at that moment. "Wait, does this make somepony explode into a pile of goop?"

Sweetie sighed and facehoofed. Headache was back.

"You've been watching too many late night movies. C'mon, let's get going. Our ride's waiting. This way." She said, gesturing with her hoof before trotting off down a hallway. Lyra followed her excitedly, a big grin on her face.