Mission 3

Hiddenscarf was telling me I shouldn't have mentioned the plot, he says i need to stop making this introductions, and that gave me an idea... Make more introductions! I write the story and I can say Mare Do Well all day long! but I wont any more, because Scarf made a valid point. Spoilers are bad. Also, plots changing, I got too ADHD to continue with the one I was using and got a great Idea! This will become a crossover fic with my other, more popular "Reconditus" story. So keep reading for Scarfies side and observations on the grey unicorn.

Words of Wisdom!

"Those with talent must work hard to maintain it, those who work hard....... get exhausted." -Made up on the spot, VulpiBard

That Night

A lone black figure was poised on the branch to an apple tree, bright golden eyes slowly surveying the orchard before of him. The view was truly breathtaking at night, with the light of the just waning moon shining over the treetops and the stars twinkling in the cloudless sky. But Scarf didn't have any time to enjoy it, he had less than a week 'till his big mission, and was going to get some practice done if it killed him. Jumping from the branch, he hit the ground with a roll, ending with his hoofs on the ground beneath him, he skimmed his eyes through the orchard once more.

Content that nopony was around, he began to do his buisness. As quitely as he could, he slowly crept tree by tree to the farmhouse, intent on filling his saddle bags with his precious loot. He had just moved from one tree to another when he heard a noise right behind him.

Oh sweet celestia, please say I wasn't caught in the act. He turned his head slowly to see a familiar orange mane. I was he quickly pushed the evidence behind a tree, flinching as a large apple fell out.

"Er, hello Big Mac, great night, huh?"

The draft pony didn't reply right away, content with staring for a few moments.

"Eeyup."

Scarf scooted back some more, pushing his saddlebags with him.

"Well, it's really getting late, so I'd better go." he turned tail and ran, stopping to pick up the bags and toss them into the barn.

Big mac was still just standing there. "Eeyup." he drawled again before turning away from the now empty scene.

Scarf kept running till he was just outside of the orchard, and would have kept going if it weren't for that meddling root, and the ground, too.

"Ponyfeathers" he swore, spitting out a load of dirt

"You alright, Scarf?" A familiar voice called out. "I didn't take you for a night pony.

Scarfs eyes trailed slowly up to look at his employers silhouette as she trotted over, "Need a hand?" she asked, reaching out an orange furred hoof, scarf grasped it in his own and was pulled abruptly to his feet and was now face to face with Applejack, close enough to see her green eyes in a bit disturbing an amount of detail. backing up quickly, Scarf brushed himself off.

"what are you doing out here this late?"

The orange mare chuckled a bit, "I'm making sure my big oaf of a brother doesn't over exert himself, you aint seen him, have yah?"

Scarf jerked his head in the direction he had just been running from, hoping she hadn't seen him doing so.

"Thanks." She nodded gratefully before galloping off, "by the way, its alright to be apple-bucking at night, just so long as you tell one of us first."

"I'll keep that in mind, goodbye then." he excused himself as he saw her off. Now that the alibi is done...

"Aw, our little thief's all grown up. It warms the heart."

"Riiiight, you must be so proud of him."

"ah ah ah, I don't have any connection with him, remember?"