Agent Dash

Rainbow Dash flew back to headquarters as fast as she could holding an enemy agent in her hooves. When she got there, though, everyone was gathered around a table, talking in low voices.

"Ah, Agent Dash, you're back," Cloud Kicker stated dully.

"Were you successful?", the head of the organization, Spitfire asked.

"What does it look like?", I asked flatly, dumping Lightning at their feet.

"Aw, Dash, no need to have that attitude!", Surprise, the agency's best incognito agent shouted, scaring the flying pony crap out of me.

"Another one of my old friends joined C.H.A.O.S," I said tensely, "just imagine what would happen if they struck a deal that Gilda couldn't refuse!"

The agency's ponies collectively groaned and let out choruses of words Rarity would hate to say around fillies. Then again, the Rarity that worked for C.H.A.O.S would have no problem saying those words around fillies. I gritted my teeth. Some ponies...

A resident agent picked Lightning up off the floor and asked Ms. Harshwhinny where she wants her placed.

"The interrogation room," Spitfire responded.

I squeezed my eyes shut and quit thinking about Rarity. If I kept thinking about this, I'd become impulsive and end up jeopardizing everything. Before I could change my mind, I threw the files I had collected from Rarity's house/ boutique.

"What is this?", Spitfire asked suspiciously.

"It's proof that Rarity isn't who we think she is...", I said, trailing off, and staring at the ground. You couldn't trust anypony.

"But this is just a shot in the dark, a hilariously outrageous theory!", the agency's office bitch Roseluck said, chuckling nervously.

"Well it's not, okay? It's real! And we need a plan!", I said, making hard, steely eye contact with everypony in the room, forcing the gravity of the situation on them all. A few looked uncomfortable. Most looked ready for action.

"Listen, Dash, all I want you to do is get some info out of Lightning Dust.", Spitfire whispered ferociously. "You're the best we have, so get in that room, and get some answers out of that little prick."

"Hey, she used to be my friend, ya know," I said flexing my hindquarters in warning.

"But she's not your friend anymore Rainbow Dash," Spitfire whispered. "She's the enemy." And then Spitfire walked away.

She was right. Lightning Dust was the enemy. And it was time to take out the trash.

When I got to the room, Lightning was slumped over in the chair, and appeared to not be completely over the effects of the drugs we had given her. I sat still until she came to. She seemed perfectly content despite the atmosphere. Then she noticed me. She jumped a little.

"Funny how only when you noticed me did you jump, despite the atmosphere.", I observed. "Are you used to this at your agency? This little bit of light and tons of darkness."

"Cut the crap," she said. She obviously wasn't going to be tricked into talking about her agency and fellow operatives. She needed a little push. So I pushed the folder on Rarity toward her.

"This is another enemy agent that works for C.H.A.O.S. Describe her. Her background, her looks, i want to know everything."

She managed out some bull about how she couldn't work with me with cuffs on her hooves. So I took them off. She then proceeded to rip all the papers in Rarity's case file, with an agonizing wait time, and a smirk settled into her already obnoxious face.

"We have copies, don't worry 'bout messing anything up.", I said, smirking.

"Shit," she said, and groaned.

"You kiss your momma with that mouth?", I asked.

"Shut it Dash," she replied.

"You will not talk to me like that," I said, snapping, "not in my house." I reached out and twisted her hoof until I heard a little squeal.

She groaned while I held my grip on it even harder. I let go, and she sighed in relief.

"Next time I'll break it," I said, shooting her a dangerous smirk.

"You wouldn't dare!", she said, scaredly and accusingly.

"Would I?", I said scooting closer to make eye contact. "Would I really?", I said an inch from her muzzle just like before at the factory.

She backed down.
I tossed out another case file on Rarity, and she moved to tear it, but I pressed a button underneath the table, and shackles spit out from the legs of the table. She was stuck.

"Then again," I said, "you don't need your hooves to open and close your mouth.", I said, smirking again.

"I think I do.", she stated. "But then again, I am a crazy pony, talking to myself and all that.", she backtalked.

"Just start talking about Rarity or I will break your your hoof!", I yelled, pitting an immense amount of pressure on it.

She yelled and still resisted. So I decided to make it more interesting. I pressed on her hoof until a loud snap resounded in the empty room.

"Told ya I would do it," I said in between her surprised gasps. "Now start talking!", I yelled, laying my hoof on top of her other hoof, ready to break it if necessary.

"You actually broke my hoof!", she said, shrieking.

"Well if you listened more I wouldn't have to," I said cursing her under my breath. She however heard what I called her. And she was not happy.

"What the buck did you just call me you little-", her rant was cut off as I broke her other hoof.

"Owwwwww!", she screeched. Thank Celestia there were soundproof walls.

"Tell me about Rarity!", I yelled. "I want to know everything!", I said reiterating. "Every little thing she's done since she came to your agency and beyond!", I added forcefully.

"Fine, Celestia Dammit! Fine, you win! Rarity was lured in easily.", she started.