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

It was a few hours later Sweetie and Lyra were a few miles outside of Sombra's manor home. Night had fallen, and stars glistened in the sky. One flew by overhead, and Sweetie made a wish. Said wish was that this mission went off without a hitch and Lyra would be fine. Celestia above, she wished she had Agent-No, Daring on this mission with her. It would make things so much easier with two well trained agents doing this, instead of one and a mare who only read spy novels. But she'd make do. Lyra could handle herself, if the last time somepony tried to mug her was any indication. Long story short, what basically happened was said mugger ended up in the hospital thanks to several concussions from Lyra's handbag. Oh he lived alright, but nobody ever messed with her marefriend again once the story had got around town. Sweetie was so proud that day, and Lyra about fainted when she heard the other ponies calling her the "Almighty Princess of Handbags and Flank Kicking with them." Sweetie still cracked up when somepony called her that.

"Hey? You alright?" Daring's voice said over the cellphone as they neared the manor in a catering van. "You get to your job okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Completely fine. I'm cool, you know me. Complete and utter badass." Sweetie said, trying to hide her nervousness but her partner wasn't fooled in the slightest. She knew how to pick up on subtle things and had learned it long ago.

"What are you hiding? Please don't tell me you went on this mission alone?" Daring asked, showing a rare tone of concern. She knew Sweetie could handle herself, but Sombra was high on the most wanted list for a reason. Last time some agents were sent to take him down all that was left were several hooves in body bags sent to S.W.O.R.D Headquarters.

"No, I got a partner with me." Sweetie replied.

"Please tell me it's not Smith. Hate that guy."

"No... It's... Daring, no way to tell you this but it's Lyra." She said, and braced herself for what came next.

"WHAT! But... But she's not even qualified! How'd you even swing this past Spits?" Daring yelled. "Wait, please tell me you didn't "Neglect" to tell her?"

When Sweetie said nothing, Daring groaned and muttered "I'll write your obituary. As for who will kill you, Sombra or Spitfire I haven't decided yet..." She muttered before hanging up. Lyra peeked her head in wearing a fancy red dress. Sweetie's eyes roamed before she restrained herself and went back into business mode. No time for looks. Now it was time to go into action.

"You alright? Heard somepony yelling. What was it about anyway?"

"My impending doom..." Sweetie groaned. "I'm betting it's going to be Spitfire." She muttered while Lyra looked confused and said "I don't get it."

Inside, it was indeed a menagerie of villains like the information they'd been given said. The worst of the worst. To give you some examples, there were the Terrible Trio, the Mane-iac, Discord, the Changeling Armada, a stallion with a bowler hat alongside one with metal teeth and even a odd creature that looked like a jackal with eyes far too small for it and a ring on it's tail. Sweetie gulped while Lyra looked excited at the prospect of some many villains. But oddly enough, one wasn't there. Namely, Sombra himself.

"Okay, where is he?" Sweetie murmured. Lyra shrugged as she chowed down on a cheese platter she carried on a tray. In the background, Octavia played music alongside her group with a nice slow song that made you want to dance to it with somepony close to you as the tune.

"Who cares? But I do know one thing, these little nibbles are great!"

Sweetie took the platter away from her. Unlike her marefriend, she wore a tux. Because spies always wore tuxes to parties like this. It was a golden rule in the spy handbook, in fact the MOST golden rule.

"Those aren't for you, they're for the guests! Besides, aren't you trying to watch your figure?" Sweetie asked and Lyra blushed as red as her dress and muttered "Sorry. But they were soooo good!"

Sweetie facehoofed. As they walked, the various vile villains glared at them. One got too close to Lyra and tried to flirt, but out came the handbag.

WHAP!

Discord was soon nursing a headwound with a ice pack.

"Sorry, I'm taken." Lyra growled and put a arm around her marefriend before kissing her square on the lips. Sweetie raised a eyebrow.

"The Almighty Princess of Handbags" strikes again..." She snorted with amusement clear in her features.

"Please don't bring that up again... Thought I heard the last of it." Lyra muttered in disdain before spying someone in the crowd. Someone wearing a nice Prench Suit with a dark mane and grey fur. Sweetie spotted him too and her eyes widened. It was him. Sombra Ironhoof, and he was coming closer by the minute. As he strode towards them, Lyra tried to hide her nervousness. He reached for Sweetie and Lyra swallowed. Thankfully though, all he did was grabbed the cheese off the serving plate.

"Mmm, good. You really should get more though." He said, before trotting off. Lyra turned and grinned to her nervous partner.

"See, told you."

Soon, Sombra brought out a podium and cleared his throat as the guests watched him.

"Well, dear dear friends. So nice to see you all again at our annual reunion for L.O.V.E M.U.F.F.I.N." He said, and somewhere in the crowd a stallion with a lab coat and a hunched appearance yelled "I own full rights to the name! Just for the record!" and Sombra groaned. Who invited him anyway?

"Also, I see a few new faces here. Props to the recruitment drive ponies, eh?" Sombra laughed, but nopony else did. They quickly corrected themselves with a glare from Sombra. "Anyways, greetings over. Now for the fun. And by fun I mean unveiling our sinister plot! Laugh with me now!" He asked, and everyone did as lightning flashed in the background. Sweetie raised a eyebrow. Last she checked, there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

"How does he do it?" Lyra asked to Chrysalis, who could only shrug. Sombra continued.

"And now, presenting my-I mean our evil plot..." Sombra corrected himself as everyone pulled out weapons out of nowhere. "We're going to vandalize the Statue of Liberty in Manehatten, with a giant laser!"

Sombra pulled out a device and pressed a button on it as a observatory opened up to reveal not a telescope, but a laser. Sweetie and Lyra shared a look.

"Now?" Lyra asked, and her marefriend nodded in return.

"Yes, now."