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Joe [Redacted] was a twenty-four-year-old young adult man with promising future and a stable career path of both as a Rank [REDACTED] [REDACTED] Operative and a [REDACTED], connoisseur and proprietor.

Although his true identity is kept in secrecy from not to the general public but also to the other low ranking [REDACTED] operatives. He does acknowledge on his current civilian alias, Jonathan Donoghue.

His backstory is that he took up the career as a famous [REDACTED] and shop owner/entrepreneur at [REDACTED] in Griffonstone City. His [REDACTED]'s presence had been a beacon of hope for other [REDACTED] operative and the innocent in one of the most dangerous and crime-infested cities.

He accomplished this and many more impossible feats and attained a respectable status and careers in both his lives.

And it was all thanks to efforts and connections the [REDACTED] and especially to his life-long friends, the Drops couple, the Blossom Twins and [REDACTED].

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Without them, he would've still been living homeless and weak under a cold, damp bridge... or the most likely probability, dead and quickly forgotten.

He owed them everything and will do anything to help them in any way, no matter how impossible or how damaging it would be to his life.

His devotion to fulfill his debts and determination to never giving up was put to the test when during a solo espionage operation at a certain private research facility, he found out the leader's identity and her plot to kidnap one of his friends' only daughter for unknown intentions.

With only the tools in his pockets and assistance from Cheryl Blossom, Joe will do whatever he can to save the girl and ensure that her pursuers will lose...

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Summer - July 15, 2006 (Saturday) - 5:08 p.m - Heavy Rain

POV: The World (Earth) Age: Unspecified

Location: Manehattan, Unspecified Location, Joe's Commandered Van

A few short yet agonizing minutes of taking care of Cheryl Blossom's injuries.

After sewing close the incision he made on the girl's chest and cleaning the excess amount of blood off her body and the van's surface with a slightly oil-soaked rag, Joe finally handled the problem. Cheryl Blossom had a severe case of a dislocated rib. She required her ribs to be placed back through improvised surgery instead of letting the bruise heal on its own.

Unfortunately, since the trio are on the run from a sinister and bloodthirsty group, the option to head to any medical facility throughout Manehattan is out of the question due to a chance that there are undercover enemy spies and the only access to medical treatment for the girl is limited to only a military issue first aid, which doesn't have lot of supplies and was meant to stabilise wounds, not for performing complex surgery.

The trio was on borrowed time and Joe needed any assistance that he can if they can ever pull off an escape from the relentless organization that is Changeling Solutions. That meant he needed Cheryl's capabilities to increase their chances of survival and escape.

He stood up and carefully took a peek out the van's windows to detect if there were any patrolling scouts searching for their whereabouts. After twenty minutes of keen observation, Joe was certain enough that there were scouts hovering the around the streets. There were black suit people interrogating bystanders whose impatient attitudes and ruthless methods of extracting information made the bystanders wary, confused and fearing for their lives. A small percentage of people were lucky to have been left unharmed and forced to never discuss their encounter with anyone or they might suffer the consequences.

However, the other percentage was not so fortunate. All of them were citizens of the city's red light district who don't discuss anything with anyone, especially to the authorities. Due to the black suit's attire and behavior that closely resembles a government operative, the red districts refused to comply with them and suffered the consequences for being uncooperating.

Joe saw all of the red districts getting overwhelmed against the black suits through numbers and skills. They were drugged, had black bags placed on their heads and shoved at the back of the vans.

"Damn it." Joe bitterly muttered, looking away from the windshield and back to the unconscious girls. Sara was still out cold from the sedative and currently fidgeting in her sleep while Cheryl had half open eyes, wheezing and sweating profusely from the pains from her upper torso and morphine or whatever strong painkillers she consumed.

Cheryl was bare naked on the top torso, her only cover was Joe's black suit jacket. She felt delirious from the devastating hurricane of her emotions, tonight's experience, and painkillers.

"Bah wah?" mumbled as she slowly got up from the cold van floor. "Am I dead?" She asked herself, unaware that Joe was near her. She turned her head left and right, observing her surroundings with blurry eyesight and lack of bright lighting.

"Because I swear it looks like I'm at the back of a van and..." Her awareness jolted back up and further on when she realized what was currently going on.

"Sara!"

She quickly raised herself up but a sting of pain from her chest and weak condition halted her and dropping back

"Miss Blossom," Joe exclaimed with worry. He assisted her to rise up and placed in the girl in the only soft seat in the van; the driver's seat.

She coughed a lot until she choked on her blood filled saliva phlegm. Joe looked around to help her clear her throat but the only drinkable liquid he could find at a short notice was a half-full bottle of bourbon at the bottom of the driver's seat.

He grabbed the bottle yet he hesitated on whether he should let the underage girl drink the strong alcohol. He needed her in functional condition if they ever have a possibility of leaving the city.

"Here." He took a risky gamble with the devil as he gave the girl the bottle and helped her drink. She took a big gulp without knowing what the contents were. She should have been more precarious with that action as she convulsed even harder as she felt the burning sensation seething inside her.

"Wha- What the hell?" She dryly wheezed. The alcohol immediately fully awakened her and she wasn't happy with the how. "What the bloody burning pits of Hell did I swallowed just now?"

Joe decided to humor the girl as a way to lighten the grimacing mood. He chuckled and looked at the tag of the bottle while Cheryl rubbed her aching throat.

"Well, it isn't apple juice, that's for sure."

"Not funny." She said yet her weak chuckling seem to say other things. "Okay fine, it's a little funny."

"It is." Joe shook his head at his own joke but then turned his expression serious. "Excuse me, Miss Blossom. May I ask you something? If it isn't imposing too much."

"I think I already where this is going." She sighed at the incoming request from the adult male. "You want me to drive the van while you handle with our 'little problem', right?"

"I hope this request doesn't displease you, Miss Blossom." He said, feeling a little regretful that he is asking the injured girl for help, even though she wasn't in a stable condition. "I wanted you to rest from your injuries but I can't do this by myself. You understand, right?"

In response, Cheryl nodded, gripped tightly on the steering wheel and ignited the van's engines

"Yeah, don't worry." She reassured. She put back on her shirt and red hoodie jacket, not bothered that her 'bare assets' were displayed in front of her superior officer. "I'll get us out of here."

Even though she was fully... okay, half-awake and thinking she's prepared to help out, her delirious chemically-influenced mind seemed to have other plans in the works. Sadly, she was still at the age where she's a young teenager who has never experience the forbidden liquid ambrosia that is alcohol so it is taking a toll on her consciousness. The painkillers were not helping either.

"Thank you." He said, feeling grateful that he won't have to endure the ordeal alone. "I'll make sure that you girls won't get harmed by those... people as long as I'm here. I promise you that at least,"

"Thank you." She said. "By the way, where the hell are we going after we get out of Manehattan's borders?"

"No need to worry about that," Joe said with a half-reassuring tone. "I already contacted a special branch at Canterlot City to prepare the troops to protect us at the edge of the borders."

"Oh, that's good." She sighed in relief. "Alright, let's go." She shouted enthusiastically, as she slammed her right fist at her left hand, becoming extremely motivated with their escape. Unfortunately for her ailments, their effects can never stop her from exceeding her full potential to the breaking point if it is to rescue her young friend from Chrysalis' grasps and escaping Manehattan... She hoped it won't.

"By the way, Miss Blossom," Joe called out.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know how to properly shoot that gun with precise accuracy?" Joe questioned the adolescent girl, presenting a pistol in front of her. Making sure not taking his sight out of the road and their pursuers up front.

Cheerilee stared in befuddlement at her adult partner's oblivious knowledge on her expertise considering she had a respectable reputation in the Agency.

"Yes, when I was in Basic Training but I've never killed someone with it before." She replied, taking the weapon and concealing it in her pockets.

"So you've killed someone with a different method then?" Joe jokingly answered. Convincing the girl and himself that the situation wasn't too dire, though his anxious expression on his face said things otherwise.

"This is not the time to make jokes, Mr. Joe," She said, annoyed that the man was attempting to lighten up the mood.

"Well, you're in luck. You don't have to kill anything at all... I hope." Joe convinced his young companion, although feeling uncertain about the upcoming battle himself. "All you have to do is puncture any approaching vehicle's tires. You don't have to put a bullet through anyone... unless it is the only option."

Cheryl sighed, feeling already exhausted even before the escape plan has been initiated. She performed the basic inspection on the pistol to ensure it held maximum ammo capacity with an additional bullet on the chamber and also to see if has any possibilities of jamming during the shooting.

After she has determined that her weapon was on top condition, she turned the keys and starts the engines, which made a loud reeving noise that made her and the man jolt in surprise. She then gripped tightly on the wheel, switched gears, and had her foot on standby at the accelerator pedal.

Both of them said in unison.

"Okay, here we go."

As soon as they got out of the alleyway, all Hell broke loose into the streets of Manehattan in the form of multiple explosions from rocket launchers.

Author's Note

Joe [Redacted]

Status: Fatigue yet Happy to be alive

Current Emotion(s): Happy

Advice For The Next Chapter: There is always Beauty at the end of every painful moment... but sometimes that isn't a great thing to occur.

Hey guys,

Pardon for the really really late updates. Got really busy with personal life and stuff.

That is all I've got to say.

Thanks for reading this confidential report,

Nightwatch The Rogue Agent

Signing Out.