My Little Operator

Twilight could only look outside the window of the plane as she digested the news. She could only imagine how Grey felt. As soon as the loading door closed, Grey went balls to the wall with the plane, not even waiting for clearance.

The gleeful aura from earlier? Long since expired. Everyone was disgusted and angry and wanted blood. Twilight took the attack personally as sure as Grey did. Twilight never wanted to shoot somepony as badly like now, which scared her.

Would she be able to pull the trigger? What the terrorists did was inexcusable to be sure, but they would have guns, too. With current bullet technology that could pass through magical barriers with ease, she was scared. A quick look at the other passengers and she saw a few with similar feelings.

"Who would do such a thing?" Valkyrie asked her fellow Zebra teammate.

"Aliens," he answered matter-of-factly.

"Why do I even bother?" Valkyrie huffed and turned her attention to the window.

Frost spoke up, "All I know is, it wasn't Changelings. Things have only been improving these last decades; we would not do anything to destroy that."

"We will find who is responsible and we will kill them!" Tachanka bellowed from the back of the plane.

"Woah! A four syllable word from a Yak!" Smoke jeered, "Look out everyone!"

Tachanka got up, but Kapkan placed a hoof on his shoulder and sat Tachanka down. "Vi drepe ham uten vitner senere," Kapkan whispered to Tachanka.

"Why don't you come say that to my face?" Smoke said as he got up from his chair.

"Why don't you sit your arse down?" Mute spoke behind Smoke.

Smoke chuckled nervously and sat back down, "Yes, sir."

"Everyone," Mute spoke up and grabbed all of Rainbow's attention, "you have read the news. This is not a drill."

Mute explained the plan of attack and layout of the school to the team while they looked at holographic projections that displayed from the chair headrests in front of them.

For the third time in the last five minutes, the red button labeled "incoming transmission" blinked. Rainbow Dash glanced at the button, again, and cast a worried look at Thatcher who sat to the left of her. She tapped her hooves on the yoke.

"Are you going to answer that, sir? It's on the emergency line." Rainbow Dash dared to ask. She sank back in her chair under Thatcher's murderous glare.

Thatcher punched the button. "What?"

"Thatcher, what happened. . . we could not have known"

"Bull! Fucking! Shit!" Thatcher cut her off. "Twenty fucking white vans go unfucking noticed through the city?! Nopony raises a flag about it?"

"Thatch"

"After I fucking kill all the terrorists and hang them by their intestines, I am going to put a bullet in your incompetent head," Thatcher growled and punched the button again which terminated the call. Thatcher threw Rainbow Dash an annoyed look. "What are you gawking at?"

"My new hero," Rainbow Dash said.

"I'm no hero. I get shit done."

"Then my new shit. . . doer?"

Grey stared at Rainbow Dash for a moment. A small smile formed on his lips. "You are ridiculous." He focused his attention back to the sky in front of him. "Thanks, filly."

Rainbow Dash smiled then frowned in thought, "Was that Princess Celestia?"

"For now."

"Can you threaten her like that?"

"It was no threat."

"'It was a promise?'" Rainbow Dash finished for him with a smirk.

"You better fucking believe it."

Five minutes before the plane landed in Canterlot International Airport, Team Rainbow loaded up in the six black SUVs in the cargo bay of the cargo plane. As soon as the gray plane landed, they would roll out of the cargo bay and head to the school.

Each vehicle had one squad. There was: Red Squad, led by Thatcher; Orange Squad, led by IQ; Yellow Squad, led by Mute, Green Squad, led by Blitz; Blue Squad, led by Glaz; and Indigo Squad, led by Fuze. Red, Green, and Indigo were on the ground, taking the fight to the terrorist; Blue was handling overwatch; Orange would scout out the school and surrounding area; while Yellow remained on standby to provide reinforcement if needed. That was the plan but plans change.

"Um, Thatcher?" Twilight broke the silence.

"Yes, IQ?" Thatcher replied over the radio.

"You, um, there weren't any handcuffs in the supplies."

"We are not taking any prisoners," Thatcher stated.

"But what about interrogating them? We need to know why they did this and who is behind it."

"You will try to identify the leader on site, and we will apprehend them. The others die." Mute input.

Twilight sighed and shifted in her seat.

"It is not going to be easy, but it must be done," Echo commented from the back.

"I do feel badangry even," Twilight sighed again, "If we kill them all, we are no better than them."

"We aren't monsters, so we are already better than them," Smoke added behind the wheel.

Twilight turned to the Griffin and looked back at the dash to sigh.

Twitch stared out the window; her music played in her ears, and her head bobbed to the beat. Today was not the day she wanted to kill somepony; today was not the day she wanted to die; today was the day things would change for her and for the other members who have not shot another living being.

A hard bump of the plane landing signaled the drivers to start their vehicles. Two minutes later the plane stopped. Thirty seconds later and the cargo doors and ramp are open. Before the ramp completely touched the tarmac, Rainbow Dash had pushed the pedal to the metal which sent the SUV launching out of the plane.