I got into my office, where Bullet Count is waiting. I am as pale as Luna's Moon. Bullet Count looks up and tilts his head, seeing my face. "You okay Fire? You look a little si-"

"We need everyone on deck," i interrupt, my paleness being overtaken with determination. "I found out about our 'Princess'. She's a changeling." Bullet Count stares at me as I rummage around the bills and papers out of my drawer. "I want all of our own changelings to be supervised in some way shape or form as long as it is an actual supervision. They may or may not be under control of... her..." I slow down, coming to a complete stop as a realization hits me. This was all a trap.

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I watch Fire Shot, slowing down to a stop as I see the look of solving a puzzle come to his face. He turns to me, smiling wide and excited. "Oh my God Bullet Count! Do you know what this means!?" He yells. I shake my head.

"Um, no? I-I still don't understa-" I started, only to be shushed by Fire's hoof.

"I'll explain later! For now though, gather up our men! Forget what I said the first time! I have an excellent plan!" He practically yells. He rushes out of the room, leaving an eerie silence. I sighed, shaking my head. I have no idea what Fire Shot's seen or heard, but I guess I'll follow orders. I get out of the office and turn a sharp left in order to go to my space. Suddenly, one of our changelings pop up in front of me, green blood trailing down from his horn to his chin. I jump back in surprise, yelping. He shushes me, looking around. I immediately saw the signs.

"Intruder?" I ask. He nods in response, scared as if the tiniest squeak from him will kill him. "Just one?" He nods again. I grimaced, knowing what species it might be judging by what Fire Shot's ramblings. "Enemy changeling?". He looks down, and nods. I nod and rush into my office, turning on the mic. "Everyone, this is a not a drill, a changeling intruder has been spotted by our own forces inside the building. Keep alert for suspicious activity, and do not kill it, we need it alive!. An enemy changeling is in the premises, this is not a drill!" I turn to the injured changeling. "What is this month's password?" I ask him. He looks up in thought. He takes a pencil and paper and shakily draws: password. I sighed. "You're one of ours. I still think this is the stupidest password ever."

I watch Fire Shot, calmly having his two back hooves on the desk. Something doesn't feel right. "Hey Fire, what is this month's password?" I ask cautiously. He looks over to me and smirks.

"Password, and no it is not stupid! It is genius!" He says. "It is so stupid, that no one would even guess it!" He says. I groan in metaphorical agony. A diamond dog runs in, panting.

"Sir! We has the intruder! Can wes bring 'im to yous?" He asks, out of breathe. I nod, Fire Shot just lazily nods. The guards bring in a changeling, calm and collected as he is shoved into a seat in front of Fire Shot. Fire leans forward squinting at our intruder.

"Hello Fire Shot. How're you feeling?" He asks. I quickly look between Fire Shot and the changeling a few times before he responded.

"I dunno. Buzzing around, busy as a bee. You on the other hand," he says, pulling out a gun. I sat stoically as he points it at the head of our intruder. "... Get off with a warning." I broke my emotionless trance and stared at Fire Shot.

"What? But he broke in!" I say, not believing what I'm hearing. Fire Shot smirks.

"He's only here to check up on us, making sure we are actually going to prepare for this," he says. I stare at him, wondering what kind of plan is going on through that head of his.

As I drive him to his place from the train, Fire Shot stares out the window, expressionless and almost emotionless. I glance at him over my shoulder. "Hey Fire, you okay?" I ask. He snaps out of it and looks at me.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine! Just nervous is all," he says. I nod. I stop at his apartment building, letting him out. I drive around and park close to the exit and I enter the building. I don't think this is the Fire Shot I know. I quietly follow him until the elevator, where he relaxed. That is until I walked in as the door closed. He opens his eyes and sees me towering over him.

"Hey, I think I left something in your pad, can I see if I can get it?" I ask. Fire Shot stares at me, going over what I said like it was a life-or-death problem.

"Sure dude, just let me go in first," he says. I nod.

We walk in to his apartment, clean and spotless like no one has used it in years, but there was some guy who thought it will be revamped one day. Fire Shot's a bad influence on me if I think like that. In the corner of my eye, Fire Shot lies down on his couch and takes the remote to the TV instantly. "Hey Fire, I was talking to my friend the other day, and he said something about a human, do you know what that is?" I ask. He looks up in thought.

"Um, no not really," he says. I quietly went to his kitchen. He's not Fire Shot. I gotta have a topic with him to keep him distracted.

"Oh, too bad. Hey, uh, how's your relationship going with the mares?" I ask. I find a silencer and grimace. Where the hell is his spare gun he brags about?!

"Oh um, awesome! I uh, hit up about three the other day, and found this smokin' hot mare in a club," he lies. I find a piece of a pistol.

"Oh yeah? Cool! I think my stuff is here somewhere," I say. "Hey Fire? Can you look in the bathroom for me?" I ask stupidly like a five year old. He nods and gets up, walking down the hall. I stealthily get to the couch and find another piece of a pistol. I just need a clip to unload.

"Hey Bullet, are you sure it is here?" Fake Fire asks.

"Very sure!" I respond. I go over to the TV and moved it a little bit to find a stack of clips. "Faust, you'd think he's preparing for zomb-ponies or something," I mutter. I load the gun and put on the silencer. Don't want neighbors hearing this stuff. I ran over to Fire Shot.

"Dude, I really don't think it's he-" He was interrupted with a silent shot to his wing. Silence played out for a moment before I instinctively muffled his snout as he screamed in pure agony. He slumps to his right and starts crying in pain.

"Pay back for mine," I say. I walk over and look at his blood. As some red blood spills, green stuff also spews out. I gag before looking at it again. "You were Fire Shot, you just weren't in control... hm. Oh well, still, it's pay back for shooting me in the wing." I say, putting the gun in my gun pistol pouch. I look at Fire's face. "Fire Shot, you alright?" I ask. He sobs a little before looking up.

"If I ever start talking about a mare like that, does not matter who, shoot my leg," he says. "Because those were the most disgusting thoughts I have ever seen. Good catch none the less, but my freaking wing!?!?" He yells. I smirk.

"I learn from the best," I say.

Author's Note

I'm sorry for being late on delivering chapters, I was pretty busy lately and I have a story in mind to publish when I finish up one of the stories now.