T.W.O ELITEby John the RebelChaptersOperation: Fable LiveCallsign: Fox, and RoosterOperation: Lost, and FoundOperation: Fable Live " I never thought myself to be the one deliver this fatal love tap." " Is it worth the money?" " Am Im going to do this, am I going to kill her?" " I only have thirty seconds to decide." John steadied his breathing, for his aim must not be faultered. He locked her heart into the crosshairs of a weapon made of wood, and steel. He put his finger on the cold trigger. He takes a breath, and pulls the trigger back. The bullet didn't faulter, his aim was precise, the kill was good. The scene of the death was clean. The window from where he shot didn't shatter, a perfect hole is what remains. John looked away from the stylist's house, and out to the rest of the town. John then realized there was nothing more to do then vanish into the incoming foggy njght. He trudged into T.W.O, with nothing left but a empty heart. After all she filled a void in his heart not long ago. He made his way to the briefing room without distraction. John opened the door, and seen his Cheif. They did not speak, they didn't have to speak. The Cheif only nodded sliding the briefcase of money to him. John sat the bullet's casing onto the table, turned around, and walked out with his pay. The streets of Manehatten are a bustling place at night. With local nightclubs, bars, and other midnight complexes are a good way to spend money. The most favorite spot for stallions was the "Vanilla Unicorn." This paticluar club housed beautiful neon lights, Mares, and cheap watered down drinks, served by the most beautiful mares. John entered the club and found that his usual booth was occupied by a group strangers. He approaced the unknowns "May I ask you? What are you doing in my seat?" One of the drunken stallions got out of the booth. "What makes you think this your spot?" The very young stallion replied barely keeping balance. John chuckled a little, then gave the stallion a left hook to the jaw. When the stallion fell signaled the other two stallions to get up. John pulled a knife saying "You two sit back down before I give you a tatoo you can't get rid of." The stallion,and his two friends got up and went to a different booth. John then sat in his usual spot; he ordered a drink. A very beautiful mare came back with his drink, smiling. John noticed her smiling a gave a sly wink. She gave him his drink, and giggled as she walked away. His tail swayed a little, as he seen her exposed hind end. He then gained control of himself and returned to his drinking. The taste of his drink burned his throat, but it made himself feel better. The drink took his mind off his job, the godforsaken job that killed his love. His drink was gone fast, too fast. He called a waitress over, and ordered another drink. Hours have past and it was closing time. The remaining patrons filed out of the door trying to keep their balance while doing so. John still sat at one of the tables, not wanting to move. The same waitress who served him now sat next to him. The mare put her hand on his while asking "Do you have a place to stay?" John lately responded with a nod. The mare now moved her hand onto his knee, rubbing it softly. "Well, would it be possible for me to escort you home?" John blushed as her hand now went to his nether region. She heard him let out a squeak in surprise. "Well, well." She purred. He moved to get perfectly situated for her to take control. She caught on to what he was doing, and started to unzip his pants. She looked around to be sure that they were the only two in the club. After she felt secure she released his stiff erection from its cloth prison. She looked at it wide eyed for a moment, then give it a small lick. Doing that gave John a shutter. She smiled knowing that she did something right. The dark blue mare decided to rub on him before starting with the heavy stuff. She gripped his shaft tight, and rubbed it with an ungodly speed. She also let small moans when she touched his tip. John started to thrust upward sending him new waves of pleasure. she cooed. "You must be really happy." After saying that she took the head of his dick in her mouth. She then to move down his shaft and up again. This made John moan loud. The next time she went down he placed his hand on her head, and forced down a little farther. He could feel her humming a sweet rhythm, it made him feel more shameful. "Wow, just ten hours ago I shot my true love, and now I'm fucking another mare." He thought to himself. It was shameful, he could've waited, but it was rushed. John's greed, and lust got to his own control again. He knew next time would be the last. He lost himself in his own greed, and lust for money and power. John closed his eyes tight as now she took his whole shaft into her mouth, and throat. She choked a little, and pulled off. "Now." She said. "I want you too fuck me hard!" The mare pulled her pants down, laid chest first on the booth's table, and lifted her tail, and ass into the air. John wasted no time, he quickly removed his pants, and mounted the mare from behind. He rubbed the head of his dick against her asshole, teasing her ever so slightly. She begged. "Please, please fuck me in the ass." "Ok." John said thrusting his cock in. The mare screamed loud as she felt his full force push her forward. She cried at the quick jolt of pain, and tried to be ready for him to pull out. He pulled out quickly, which made her squeal. Then repeated the process, and thrusted hard, and fast. The mare grunted loud with John. He matched his thrusts with her quick breathing. John was grunting abnormally loud for his own taste. The mare started to push her rear end back to gain some more friction. She was so close to cuming all over prat of the table, and floor. She cried out. "Yes, yes! Harder." John paid the waitress a kindness and stopped his fast pace, so that he could grabbed her flanks and ram in. He did so, and let ropes, and ropes of his semen into her ass. "Oh my god yes!" The mare yelled out, cuming all over herself, the table, and floor. John let out a satisfied grunt as he thrusted his last load of cum inside. He then pulled out letting the cum fill the mare full. John pulled his pants up, and kissed her cheek. He then left his entire pay on the table for the waitress, and left. Callsign: Fox, and Rooster John stepped into the briefing room, and dropped his bag full of gear on the table. It made a loud thud, he took his body armor out first. John stared at the three diamonds sown into the shoulder. He teared up a little then choked them back, as he brought his foldable Ak-47 out. He set it carefully on the glass table. He heard the door behind him click open, and it was the young stallion from last night. The stallion blushed. "Are you my partner?" The stallion asked. John replied. "I guess so." John, and the stallion stared each other down until their superior marched in. " Gentlemen, your assignment...." He paused. Chief looked at the two. " You two done, because we have two other agents who can do it." John, and the stallion looked at each other. " We'll be fine." the stallion stated putting his hand on John's shoulder. John slapped his hand off. " I don't even know who your are to begin with." The stallion bowed and introduced himself. " I'm SkirinFirespace." "I'm John." He growled as he stuck out his hand. Skirin ignored his hand as the chief explained Skirin's importance here. They both blocked out the talking, and focused on each other. The hate can be felt off one another as they mindlessly stared each other down. They both nodded agreeing with whatever the chief said. The truck ride to Canterlot was mildly enjoyable, it was only mildly enjoyable because of Skirin's insane amount of talking. John was pleased when the rest of the mercenaries told him to shut up. He did so, out fear he was going to be beat up in the locker room back at base. A radio filled the silent space. The mare on the radio was broadcasting the charity event where the mercenaries were going to be stationed. The radio flicked off, and somebody turned on the individual radio used to communicate with each other. Thunderlane spoke now. "I think Rooster should lead us out." John put his hand on his face, and sighed at his callsign. "Why do you want me to lead out first?" John replied squinting. "Well?" Thunderlane said quietly. "Because your a cold hearted son of a bitch." John chuckled and replied. "That's the reason." Skirin looked at the two laughing beside him, wondering what they found funny. The driver looked back quickly. "Welcome to the capital of Equestria." He chuckled afterwards. Skirin looked out the window to see towering buildings, and he seen many different food stalls. Skirin then sat back into his seat itching to get out. John seen his impatience, and smiled a little bit. John then broke this new silence. "Did you guys hear who the new dispatcher was?" Everyone looked puzzled for a moment, then a stallion in the back said. "Its Octavia." John smiled and asked. "You boys know what that means?" All of them shook their heads, and stared at the light green stallion. "She's probably going to ask anyone if they want private performance done." John laughed. Some of the mercenaries laughed, but not Skirin. John noticed this as well, and he asked. "Hey Skirin, do you have anyone back home?" Now every stallion and mare in the Armored truck stared at the dark blue, and midnight purple stallion. Skirin blushed a little. "Well..." He started. "I don't, but I'm in love with one." Most of the mercenaries let out snickers, but not john. John had way to much respect, despite not liking this stallion. He gave a small smile. "Who is it?" John asked. Skirin blushed again, and said quietly. "Twilight Sparkle." John's face went from smiling to a very serious face. Before John could respond to the answer, Octavia's voice came on the radio. "This is it boys, and girls. Get ready to depart." John looked to the back of the truck to see the door open. The sun blinded all forms of vision that way. The guns for hire went out the back, and jumped to the ground. John went first followed by Thunderlane, Skirin, and then the rest of them. John, and Skirin peered around to see their surroundings. They heard, smell, and almost tasted the city. Now they all formed into two rows, and then they were split up to different parts of the castle grounds, and parts of the city. John started to shake from excitement. This was John's ultimate adrenaline high. John was that war mongering person, that's why he was dishonorably discharged from the princesses army. John stood there remembering what lead him here. He could hear the screams from the battle before his discharge. The sounds of guns rung in his head, as he had smashed in the heads of the fallen enemies. "John! John!" Skirin yelled in his ear. John snapped out of his daydream state. "Yes, where to?" Skirin pointed south towards the train station. John nodded, and started walking with his gear. Skirin followed close behind him, not wanting to startle him. He felt a little bit of uncomfortable being around him. John looked toward a very suspicious looking stallion going into the Saddle Arabian embassy. The stallion was now followed by at least ten more stallions dressed the same as him. John whispered to his unfortunate partner. "Did you see them?" He only nodded. He pressed a button on the side of his mask to radio this in. "Hey Octavia, we have possible hostile targets entering the embassy." Octavia responded. "Ok confirmed. They are tagged." Static now was the only sound. Skirin removed his finger from the button, and onto the trigger of his gun. He started the run over to the building, until John stopped him. "What the hell are you doing!?" John yelled silently. Skirin looked embarrassed now. "I'm moving to eliminate a threat." John shook his head, and said calmly. "Those stallions are here for the charity event." He sighed back. "Ok, ok what 'ever you say." John then let out a huff of displeasure, and walked on. They reached the train station, and reported in. "Octavia, this is Rooster. No signs of any strange activity." John said sternly. She replied instantly. "Ok." John couldn't help, but coo at her British accent. Skirin noticed this, and laughed. "Man you are into her?" John replied. "No, I'm not." He denied. Skirin shrugged, and continued to walk on until a loud boom rang through the air. Then after that the two heard the sound of enemy soldiers shouting in the distance, followed by gunfire. Operation: Lost, and Found John, and Skirin rushed down a street that was crowded with people running all different ways trying to find an escape. John then spotted a stallion with an RPG pointed at them. John screamed. "Move! Now!" John tackled Skirin to the ground to evade incoming fire. The explosion impact sent some people to the ground, some died. Their masks fell over their faces. "Go! Go!" John pointed to an empty building. They rushed over to avoid anymore fire, which didn't help because now they both spotted at least ten hostiles come out of a building across the street. The hostiles blindly fired at the twos building. They both returned fire, sending their attackers scattering for cover. John yelled with rage. "Come at us you bastards!". John ran down his clip of ammunition. "Cover my ass I'm reloading!" He yelled to Skirin who now laid suppressing fire. One of the hostiles yelled out to the others. "We got a man down!" One by one each of the hostiles we mowed down to the last one. The last hostile hid behind an abandoned food stall. John, and Skirin peered around to spot him. Skirin spotted him now, sneaking up on the stallion John disarmed him, and threw him to the ground. In an instant he pulled a knife, and plunged it into the stallions stomach. John brought the knife now straight across the stallion, spilling his internal organs along the sidewalk. Skirin was appalled by John's actions, he nearly vomited all over his uniform, but he swallowed it back. John moved up the street and found cover between two buildings that where perfectly parallel. John touched the coms button. "Crash, do you copy?" Thunderlane picked up. "Yea, I'm not dead yet." The field commander heard gunfire in the background. "What's your position Crash?" John's voice holding concern. Thunder replied. "Courtyard of the Canterlot castle." John commanded. "Hang tight Crash. We are on our way." John peeked around the corner of the building. He looked atop of the surrounding buildings before proceeding further. As he started to move he spotted missiles flying into the side of the castle, and other important structures. Now a thick wave of dust, swept in the street like a tidal wave. The two covered their eyes before the dust got into them. After the eye shutting John, and Skirin seen a helicopter crash into another building. Forced to seek shelter, they both rushed to the back of a zoo, where they were ambushed. "Fuck! Grab some cover." John shouted the command, as a detachment of forty men, and two BTRs came out of nowhere. John threw a grenade that blew up three stallions to bits. Skirin who was firing blindly over cover only hit two of the men climbing over a wall. Octavia's voice heard on the radio. "Rooster, Fox, get inside the building now!" John replied as calmly as possible as he could. "This is a bad time Octavia!" Octavia commanded . "The door behind you has been unlocked, get inside now!" John motioned for Skirin to move inside, and he did so. John kept the hostiles pinned down while he narrowly made his escape through the loading bay doors. Inside now they reestablished their minds. Octavia continued to talk. "Now the exit on the north side of the zoo should lead out towards the castle." Skirin thanked her. "Thanks." "At least one of you politeness." Octavia said before buzzing out. On the other side of the loading dock was another big steel door about thirty-six feet long and seven feet high. Skirin's mouth became ajar. John only smiled, then he laughed. Skirin looked at him with his cocked to the side. "What are you laughing at Rooster?" Skirin asked with a look of concern. "Oh its nothing." John said. "Just there is no way to get through it without alerting any hostile in the area." John continued. Then as if a signal from Celestia herself the door opened, and they heard a man over the intercom. "Don't be afraid I'm on your side." The stallion over the intercom stated. "Ok cowboy where is the exit?" Skirin asked politely. "Well." The stallion said. " That's were you help me." "My best employee was captured in the panda exhibit, and I need you to get her out." He finished. John sighed heavily and said bluntly. "Fine, but you better show us which way the exit is, or I'll have to get physical with you." The stallion laughed. "You couldn't get me even if you tried, I'm under high tech security." He snickered. John cocked his Ak47 and walked on the trail towards the elephant, and tiger exhibits. Skirin thanked the stallion and ran to catch up with John. After a minute or two of walking the two seen a small group of hostiles, around three or four by John's count. John, and Skirin sat there for a moment to devise a plan. The plan was simple, to go in and mock surrender. Then when they get close enough they fire upon them. Skirin breathe heavily, and asked. "Is this going to work John?" John went blank faced. "I don't know that's why your going out first." He snickered. Skirin sighed and stepped out with his hands high. One of the enemies spotted him, and yelled. Only two more appeared. The three stallions approached him. The first one, who was the leader, stepped into John's sight. John laughed inside, and grabbed the corporal. "Ok, if you want to see your boyfriend here again you will drop your firearms!" John shouted at the two remaining hostiles. They nodded and got to their knees. Skirin looked at John, who had a devilish look on his face. He seen John's plan go out. In a swift instant, John snapped the corporal's neck, and stabbed one of the surrendered stallions in the head. The other wet himself at this experience. Skirin pulled this one to his feet, and said "We need this one alive, he could have intel." John shouted. "No!" He grabbed the knife out of the other prisoners head. "He needs to feel the pain he has caused." John finished. Skirin thought. "What do I do?" "Do I let him kill this stallion?" "I have only twenty seconds to decide." Skirin kicked the prisoner to the ground, and shot him in the back of his head. John smiled, and walked toward the tiger exhibit closely followed by Skirin. The stallion's Identity was that of an intelligence agent sent by Celestia to uncover this plot more thoroughly. In his pocket was a wallet with a picture of his wife. The wife had learned of his untimely death, and killed herself.
Operation: Fable Live " I never thought myself to be the one deliver this fatal love tap." " Is it worth the money?" " Am Im going to do this, am I going to kill her?" " I only have thirty seconds to decide." John steadied his breathing, for his aim must not be faultered. He locked her heart into the crosshairs of a weapon made of wood, and steel. He put his finger on the cold trigger. He takes a breath, and pulls the trigger back. The bullet didn't faulter, his aim was precise, the kill was good. The scene of the death was clean. The window from where he shot didn't shatter, a perfect hole is what remains. John looked away from the stylist's house, and out to the rest of the town. John then realized there was nothing more to do then vanish into the incoming foggy njght. He trudged into T.W.O, with nothing left but a empty heart. After all she filled a void in his heart not long ago. He made his way to the briefing room without distraction. John opened the door, and seen his Cheif. They did not speak, they didn't have to speak. The Cheif only nodded sliding the briefcase of money to him. John sat the bullet's casing onto the table, turned around, and walked out with his pay. The streets of Manehatten are a bustling place at night. With local nightclubs, bars, and other midnight complexes are a good way to spend money. The most favorite spot for stallions was the "Vanilla Unicorn." This paticluar club housed beautiful neon lights, Mares, and cheap watered down drinks, served by the most beautiful mares. John entered the club and found that his usual booth was occupied by a group strangers. He approaced the unknowns "May I ask you? What are you doing in my seat?" One of the drunken stallions got out of the booth. "What makes you think this your spot?" The very young stallion replied barely keeping balance. John chuckled a little, then gave the stallion a left hook to the jaw. When the stallion fell signaled the other two stallions to get up. John pulled a knife saying "You two sit back down before I give you a tatoo you can't get rid of." The stallion,and his two friends got up and went to a different booth. John then sat in his usual spot; he ordered a drink. A very beautiful mare came back with his drink, smiling. John noticed her smiling a gave a sly wink. She gave him his drink, and giggled as she walked away. His tail swayed a little, as he seen her exposed hind end. He then gained control of himself and returned to his drinking. The taste of his drink burned his throat, but it made himself feel better. The drink took his mind off his job, the godforsaken job that killed his love. His drink was gone fast, too fast. He called a waitress over, and ordered another drink. Hours have past and it was closing time. The remaining patrons filed out of the door trying to keep their balance while doing so. John still sat at one of the tables, not wanting to move. The same waitress who served him now sat next to him. The mare put her hand on his while asking "Do you have a place to stay?" John lately responded with a nod. The mare now moved her hand onto his knee, rubbing it softly. "Well, would it be possible for me to escort you home?" John blushed as her hand now went to his nether region. She heard him let out a squeak in surprise. "Well, well." She purred. He moved to get perfectly situated for her to take control. She caught on to what he was doing, and started to unzip his pants. She looked around to be sure that they were the only two in the club. After she felt secure she released his stiff erection from its cloth prison. She looked at it wide eyed for a moment, then give it a small lick. Doing that gave John a shutter. She smiled knowing that she did something right. The dark blue mare decided to rub on him before starting with the heavy stuff. She gripped his shaft tight, and rubbed it with an ungodly speed. She also let small moans when she touched his tip. John started to thrust upward sending him new waves of pleasure. she cooed. "You must be really happy." After saying that she took the head of his dick in her mouth. She then to move down his shaft and up again. This made John moan loud. The next time she went down he placed his hand on her head, and forced down a little farther. He could feel her humming a sweet rhythm, it made him feel more shameful. "Wow, just ten hours ago I shot my true love, and now I'm fucking another mare." He thought to himself. It was shameful, he could've waited, but it was rushed. John's greed, and lust got to his own control again. He knew next time would be the last. He lost himself in his own greed, and lust for money and power. John closed his eyes tight as now she took his whole shaft into her mouth, and throat. She choked a little, and pulled off. "Now." She said. "I want you too fuck me hard!" The mare pulled her pants down, laid chest first on the booth's table, and lifted her tail, and ass into the air. John wasted no time, he quickly removed his pants, and mounted the mare from behind. He rubbed the head of his dick against her asshole, teasing her ever so slightly. She begged. "Please, please fuck me in the ass." "Ok." John said thrusting his cock in. The mare screamed loud as she felt his full force push her forward. She cried at the quick jolt of pain, and tried to be ready for him to pull out. He pulled out quickly, which made her squeal. Then repeated the process, and thrusted hard, and fast. The mare grunted loud with John. He matched his thrusts with her quick breathing. John was grunting abnormally loud for his own taste. The mare started to push her rear end back to gain some more friction. She was so close to cuming all over prat of the table, and floor. She cried out. "Yes, yes! Harder." John paid the waitress a kindness and stopped his fast pace, so that he could grabbed her flanks and ram in. He did so, and let ropes, and ropes of his semen into her ass. "Oh my god yes!" The mare yelled out, cuming all over herself, the table, and floor. John let out a satisfied grunt as he thrusted his last load of cum inside. He then pulled out letting the cum fill the mare full. John pulled his pants up, and kissed her cheek. He then left his entire pay on the table for the waitress, and left.
Callsign: Fox, and Rooster John stepped into the briefing room, and dropped his bag full of gear on the table. It made a loud thud, he took his body armor out first. John stared at the three diamonds sown into the shoulder. He teared up a little then choked them back, as he brought his foldable Ak-47 out. He set it carefully on the glass table. He heard the door behind him click open, and it was the young stallion from last night. The stallion blushed. "Are you my partner?" The stallion asked. John replied. "I guess so." John, and the stallion stared each other down until their superior marched in. " Gentlemen, your assignment...." He paused. Chief looked at the two. " You two done, because we have two other agents who can do it." John, and the stallion looked at each other. " We'll be fine." the stallion stated putting his hand on John's shoulder. John slapped his hand off. " I don't even know who your are to begin with." The stallion bowed and introduced himself. " I'm SkirinFirespace." "I'm John." He growled as he stuck out his hand. Skirin ignored his hand as the chief explained Skirin's importance here. They both blocked out the talking, and focused on each other. The hate can be felt off one another as they mindlessly stared each other down. They both nodded agreeing with whatever the chief said. The truck ride to Canterlot was mildly enjoyable, it was only mildly enjoyable because of Skirin's insane amount of talking. John was pleased when the rest of the mercenaries told him to shut up. He did so, out fear he was going to be beat up in the locker room back at base. A radio filled the silent space. The mare on the radio was broadcasting the charity event where the mercenaries were going to be stationed. The radio flicked off, and somebody turned on the individual radio used to communicate with each other. Thunderlane spoke now. "I think Rooster should lead us out." John put his hand on his face, and sighed at his callsign. "Why do you want me to lead out first?" John replied squinting. "Well?" Thunderlane said quietly. "Because your a cold hearted son of a bitch." John chuckled and replied. "That's the reason." Skirin looked at the two laughing beside him, wondering what they found funny. The driver looked back quickly. "Welcome to the capital of Equestria." He chuckled afterwards. Skirin looked out the window to see towering buildings, and he seen many different food stalls. Skirin then sat back into his seat itching to get out. John seen his impatience, and smiled a little bit. John then broke this new silence. "Did you guys hear who the new dispatcher was?" Everyone looked puzzled for a moment, then a stallion in the back said. "Its Octavia." John smiled and asked. "You boys know what that means?" All of them shook their heads, and stared at the light green stallion. "She's probably going to ask anyone if they want private performance done." John laughed. Some of the mercenaries laughed, but not Skirin. John noticed this as well, and he asked. "Hey Skirin, do you have anyone back home?" Now every stallion and mare in the Armored truck stared at the dark blue, and midnight purple stallion. Skirin blushed a little. "Well..." He started. "I don't, but I'm in love with one." Most of the mercenaries let out snickers, but not john. John had way to much respect, despite not liking this stallion. He gave a small smile. "Who is it?" John asked. Skirin blushed again, and said quietly. "Twilight Sparkle." John's face went from smiling to a very serious face. Before John could respond to the answer, Octavia's voice came on the radio. "This is it boys, and girls. Get ready to depart." John looked to the back of the truck to see the door open. The sun blinded all forms of vision that way. The guns for hire went out the back, and jumped to the ground. John went first followed by Thunderlane, Skirin, and then the rest of them. John, and Skirin peered around to see their surroundings. They heard, smell, and almost tasted the city. Now they all formed into two rows, and then they were split up to different parts of the castle grounds, and parts of the city. John started to shake from excitement. This was John's ultimate adrenaline high. John was that war mongering person, that's why he was dishonorably discharged from the princesses army. John stood there remembering what lead him here. He could hear the screams from the battle before his discharge. The sounds of guns rung in his head, as he had smashed in the heads of the fallen enemies. "John! John!" Skirin yelled in his ear. John snapped out of his daydream state. "Yes, where to?" Skirin pointed south towards the train station. John nodded, and started walking with his gear. Skirin followed close behind him, not wanting to startle him. He felt a little bit of uncomfortable being around him. John looked toward a very suspicious looking stallion going into the Saddle Arabian embassy. The stallion was now followed by at least ten more stallions dressed the same as him. John whispered to his unfortunate partner. "Did you see them?" He only nodded. He pressed a button on the side of his mask to radio this in. "Hey Octavia, we have possible hostile targets entering the embassy." Octavia responded. "Ok confirmed. They are tagged." Static now was the only sound. Skirin removed his finger from the button, and onto the trigger of his gun. He started the run over to the building, until John stopped him. "What the hell are you doing!?" John yelled silently. Skirin looked embarrassed now. "I'm moving to eliminate a threat." John shook his head, and said calmly. "Those stallions are here for the charity event." He sighed back. "Ok, ok what 'ever you say." John then let out a huff of displeasure, and walked on. They reached the train station, and reported in. "Octavia, this is Rooster. No signs of any strange activity." John said sternly. She replied instantly. "Ok." John couldn't help, but coo at her British accent. Skirin noticed this, and laughed. "Man you are into her?" John replied. "No, I'm not." He denied. Skirin shrugged, and continued to walk on until a loud boom rang through the air. Then after that the two heard the sound of enemy soldiers shouting in the distance, followed by gunfire.
Operation: Lost, and Found John, and Skirin rushed down a street that was crowded with people running all different ways trying to find an escape. John then spotted a stallion with an RPG pointed at them. John screamed. "Move! Now!" John tackled Skirin to the ground to evade incoming fire. The explosion impact sent some people to the ground, some died. Their masks fell over their faces. "Go! Go!" John pointed to an empty building. They rushed over to avoid anymore fire, which didn't help because now they both spotted at least ten hostiles come out of a building across the street. The hostiles blindly fired at the twos building. They both returned fire, sending their attackers scattering for cover. John yelled with rage. "Come at us you bastards!". John ran down his clip of ammunition. "Cover my ass I'm reloading!" He yelled to Skirin who now laid suppressing fire. One of the hostiles yelled out to the others. "We got a man down!" One by one each of the hostiles we mowed down to the last one. The last hostile hid behind an abandoned food stall. John, and Skirin peered around to spot him. Skirin spotted him now, sneaking up on the stallion John disarmed him, and threw him to the ground. In an instant he pulled a knife, and plunged it into the stallions stomach. John brought the knife now straight across the stallion, spilling his internal organs along the sidewalk. Skirin was appalled by John's actions, he nearly vomited all over his uniform, but he swallowed it back. John moved up the street and found cover between two buildings that where perfectly parallel. John touched the coms button. "Crash, do you copy?" Thunderlane picked up. "Yea, I'm not dead yet." The field commander heard gunfire in the background. "What's your position Crash?" John's voice holding concern. Thunder replied. "Courtyard of the Canterlot castle." John commanded. "Hang tight Crash. We are on our way." John peeked around the corner of the building. He looked atop of the surrounding buildings before proceeding further. As he started to move he spotted missiles flying into the side of the castle, and other important structures. Now a thick wave of dust, swept in the street like a tidal wave. The two covered their eyes before the dust got into them. After the eye shutting John, and Skirin seen a helicopter crash into another building. Forced to seek shelter, they both rushed to the back of a zoo, where they were ambushed. "Fuck! Grab some cover." John shouted the command, as a detachment of forty men, and two BTRs came out of nowhere. John threw a grenade that blew up three stallions to bits. Skirin who was firing blindly over cover only hit two of the men climbing over a wall. Octavia's voice heard on the radio. "Rooster, Fox, get inside the building now!" John replied as calmly as possible as he could. "This is a bad time Octavia!" Octavia commanded . "The door behind you has been unlocked, get inside now!" John motioned for Skirin to move inside, and he did so. John kept the hostiles pinned down while he narrowly made his escape through the loading bay doors. Inside now they reestablished their minds. Octavia continued to talk. "Now the exit on the north side of the zoo should lead out towards the castle." Skirin thanked her. "Thanks." "At least one of you politeness." Octavia said before buzzing out. On the other side of the loading dock was another big steel door about thirty-six feet long and seven feet high. Skirin's mouth became ajar. John only smiled, then he laughed. Skirin looked at him with his cocked to the side. "What are you laughing at Rooster?" Skirin asked with a look of concern. "Oh its nothing." John said. "Just there is no way to get through it without alerting any hostile in the area." John continued. Then as if a signal from Celestia herself the door opened, and they heard a man over the intercom. "Don't be afraid I'm on your side." The stallion over the intercom stated. "Ok cowboy where is the exit?" Skirin asked politely. "Well." The stallion said. " That's were you help me." "My best employee was captured in the panda exhibit, and I need you to get her out." He finished. John sighed heavily and said bluntly. "Fine, but you better show us which way the exit is, or I'll have to get physical with you." The stallion laughed. "You couldn't get me even if you tried, I'm under high tech security." He snickered. John cocked his Ak47 and walked on the trail towards the elephant, and tiger exhibits. Skirin thanked the stallion and ran to catch up with John. After a minute or two of walking the two seen a small group of hostiles, around three or four by John's count. John, and Skirin sat there for a moment to devise a plan. The plan was simple, to go in and mock surrender. Then when they get close enough they fire upon them. Skirin breathe heavily, and asked. "Is this going to work John?" John went blank faced. "I don't know that's why your going out first." He snickered. Skirin sighed and stepped out with his hands high. One of the enemies spotted him, and yelled. Only two more appeared. The three stallions approached him. The first one, who was the leader, stepped into John's sight. John laughed inside, and grabbed the corporal. "Ok, if you want to see your boyfriend here again you will drop your firearms!" John shouted at the two remaining hostiles. They nodded and got to their knees. Skirin looked at John, who had a devilish look on his face. He seen John's plan go out. In a swift instant, John snapped the corporal's neck, and stabbed one of the surrendered stallions in the head. The other wet himself at this experience. Skirin pulled this one to his feet, and said "We need this one alive, he could have intel." John shouted. "No!" He grabbed the knife out of the other prisoners head. "He needs to feel the pain he has caused." John finished. Skirin thought. "What do I do?" "Do I let him kill this stallion?" "I have only twenty seconds to decide." Skirin kicked the prisoner to the ground, and shot him in the back of his head. John smiled, and walked toward the tiger exhibit closely followed by Skirin. The stallion's Identity was that of an intelligence agent sent by Celestia to uncover this plot more thoroughly. In his pocket was a wallet with a picture of his wife. The wife had learned of his untimely death, and killed herself.
