(Chapter 6) Case: Silver's Disappearence

The last day was all preparation. Casting the seeing spell on the S.W.A.T. crew. A team of 100 unicorn, earth, and pegasi that assist In arresting a large amount of ponies at a time. It stands for: Spells, Weapons, Aironautics, and Training.

They were Gearing up with bullet proof vests. (More bullet resistant.) Getting a whole bunch of Earth pony and unicorn weapons ready and hoofing them out.

Originally, Chief Note didn't want me on the team. But he remembered when Sil-... My old coltfriend went and killed Swift. Completely against his saying. He didn't want another insubordinate agent. So I'm allowed this one time.

"Andreah." A magenta unicorn says, walking into my office. Not even knocking. I turn to her and she nods.

"It's time for us to go." She says, turning back around and leaving. I grab my vest and bolt.

The ponies that manage to pull a carriage full of fifty other ponies disserve a serious reward. They're strong enough that we were from the Canterlot Castle to the castle of two sisters in the Everfree in less than four hours. They deserve a hug. Later.

I climb out of the back of the canvassed wagon. Stepping out I notice the night crisp and clear. A slight cold stinging in the air. Nocturnal birds chirping their song of who knows what.

We're stopped quarter mile away from our destination. Only thick trees separate us from the dungeon entrance.

I'm armed with a standard 223 Griffon Arms assault rifle. A unicorn's since my wing can wrap around the trigger guard. The sling around my neck.

I'm screwing in the silencer as two pretty strong looking stallions go ahead, then motion me to follow. The 98 others following behind me.

Walk with care. Walk with delicacy. Don't step on twigs. We parked far away on purpose. Don't give away our position.

Thanks to the spell twilight managed to conjure up, nighttime is as bright as daytime.

The leading pair halt, then the left one points up. I look up and see a boardwalk. Somepony walking it, a firearm slung around their neck.

Bringing my hoof up to the IEM in my ear, I press the speak button.

"I'll fly up and get 'em." I whisper. The two ahead nod. As gently and quietly as possible I extend my wings and flap, shooting Into the air. Quietly and carefully I make it up and land softly on the boards. Stepping forward, I thank Celestia for hoof dampers. They're like gloves, but made of sheep's wool. Omitting any sound made from stepping.

Step, listen, step, listen.

The ponies on the ground are waiting for me to tell them it's good to advance.

Step, listen, step, lis-

CREAK!

The sound of a board shifting comes from ahead of me, around a tree. I slow my pace and pick up my AR with my right wing.

Step, step, step.

I pull the trigger. A quiet 'phstew' comes from my gun and I hear a pony drop. Carefully stepping forward I see the stallion I just shot blindly. I held it up and shot around the tree.

Looking over him I see an unsuppressed rifle. Removable magazines in his vest. A radio on his back caked with brain.

A RADIO!

I reach my hoof up and push the talk button on my IEM.

"They have comms aswell. I'll toss the radio down. And be careful, their weapons are unsuppressed." I whisper.

"Got it." The... I think he's a general... Responds.

I grab the knife from my vest and cut the radio off the corpse in front of me. Placing the knife back, I pick up the radio and look over the edge. There's a unicorn looking up at me. I drop the radio down to him and it's caught with a green glow.

I turn back to the board walk. Stepping over the dead stallion I continue walking ahead. Every now and then I take down another pony on the boardwalk. Soon i reach the end of the walk.

"The walks end. I'm coming down." I down into the radio. A 10-4 in response.

Hopping off the edge I extend my wings, gliding down. I tilt slightly left until I spiral down, landing next to the general. (The one that was in front, on the right.)

I nod. Telling him I'm good to keep moving.

We continue to walk until we get to what looks like a shed. Everypony stopping, I turn around and walk again. I push through the S.W.A.T. until I reach the comms tech.

"Map?" I whisper. He pulls a scroll from his saddlebag. I grab it and open it with my wings.

The map is that of just the castle campus. Smack Dab in the middle of the map is the castle itself. A couple inches away is an illustration of what I saw ahead of the team. Thanking the tech and hoofing the map back, I turn around and quickly (quietly too) trotted up ahead. Reaching the general I frown.

"This is it. You ready?" I whisper ask him.

"I'm not the one who should be worried about if their ready." He replied. I ignore him and start to walk ahead. He stops me.

"We'll go first." The other leader tells me. I growl but nod. No sense in going to save my partner if I died not even into the rescue.

The two branch off and walk towards the shed like structure. Seeing a padlock one looks away, the other shoots the lock off. Not the quietest or easiest way, but it works.

General pulls open the door and disappears within the structure.

"Good to come in, Reigns. It's not completely cleared, so stay alert. Take five others with you." The general's voice tells me through my IEM. I turn around and point at five to come with me. The follow as I turn again and proceed to the entrance.

Making the door, I carefully step down stairs. The first distinct thing hits the nose. Rotting semen. Yep, were in the right place.

"Somepony needs this place professionally cleaned." I hear a voice over the radio. If I wasn't depressed I'd of laughed.

Making it to the first landing, I look around. It's exactly how you'd think a dungeon looks. The concrete floor damp and water dripping from the Ceiling. Bars starting twenty feet from the stairs, going as far as the eye can see.

Walking forward, the general joins my left, the other joins my right.

Until we see others walking. Bringing up my rifle, I walk slower. The other stallions still falling behind me. The walking ponies ahead haven't noticed us yet.

We can turn right. I turn right wile the others continue forward.

Nerves on end, fur tingling. Adrenaline pumping. I push through. Until I hear a grunt of pain. Following the sound I make it to a cage on the far left. Two mares walk out laughing. Bringing up my rifle I point out at them. They see me and the unicorn floats up a pistol.

Pulling the trigger multiple times, six rounds rip through them. Three each. Their internal organs nothing more than jello now.

Taking a deep breath and emediatly regretting it, I walk to the cell. Looking at the pony hanging by his forelegs and bleeding everywhere I gasp.

It's him.