Sunset

The rest of the day consisted of Crystal Iris nursing Brownie back to health and getting him prepared for what was going down soon.

“Ok, the caravan is coming around 2 pm tomorrow, and there will be a big snowstorm coming in, so it will hopefully cover us just enough to attack, get everyone out of the caravan, take out some soldiers, then free the camp.” Crystal Iris said. He, Brownie Button, and a bunch of other slave ponies were in the iron mine, surrounding a crate that Crystal Iris put a piece of paper on. On the paper was a plan.

“So, we're gonna run out into a snowstorm, behind the backs of a bunch of soldiers controlled by Sombra, and literally break out a whole camp and a caravan?” Brownie Button stated with a hint of worry in his voice.

We’ll be fine. We have backup.” Crystal Iris said, with a smile. Then, he pointed his hoof over to a side of the cave. Brownie Button saw something. Someone. Somepony.

It was Orangesicle.

Brownie stared at Orangesicle, mouth agape and eye open wide. Orangesicle was leaned up against the wall of the cave, a small smirk on his face.

“How do you do Brownie Button?” He asked, trotting up to Brownie with a cocky smile.

Brownie looked at him, with a confused look.

“Aren't you like… a scaredy cat?”

“What?” Orangesicle thought, then smiled, “the thing is.. I’m bipolar. I can go from weakling to badass in a few hours.”

“Oh… Goldie was talking about how she is manic depressive, which is a nicer way of saying bipolar.” Brownie pondered out loud. Orangesicle rolled his eyes, then piped up.

“Aren’t we here to free slaves, preggo?”

“Hey,” Iris said, stepping in, “Let’s make most of the raid like we’re gonna die young.” He smiled and looked at Brownie, Orangesicle, and the slaves gathered around with a sly look in his eye.

“I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums, oh what a shame that you came here with someone.” Iris sang, happily.

“So while you’re here in my arms,” Orangesicle sang, grabbing Brownie and swinging him around, “let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young.”

“Oh, we gonna die young,” Some of the slave ponies sang, smiles and rejuvenation filling their veins.

“Young hearts, out or minds,” Orangesicle sang, poking Brownie in the gut, “running ‘til we outta time.”

“Wild ponies, lookin’ good. Livin’ hard just like we should,” Iris said, hopping on top of a crate, singing loudly, “Don’t care who’s watching as we tearin’ it up,”

“That magic that we got no-pony can touch.” Orangesicle sang, holding Brownie.

“Data redacted, expunged for sure. Everyone’s gonna dance as the snow falls down on a party,” Brownie sang, looking at Orangesicle, “For one.” He pulled away and stood in the middle of the cave room.

“Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young!” Brownie sang, a smile forming on his face.

“Lookin’ for some trouble tonight, take my hoof I’ll show you the wild side.” Orangesicle sang, looking at Brownie and outstretching his hoof.

“Like it’s the last night of our lives, we’ll keep dancin’ ‘til we die.” Iris sang happily, breaking up Brownie and Orangesicle.

“Hey, wait, are we supposed to be plannin’ out a raid, instead of flirting with a married stallion, Orangesicle?” Iris said, with a sarcastic smile. Orangesicle turned a bright shade of red and faced away for the group.

“Y-yes.” Orangesicle said, embarrassed “Alright. So we strike in the snowstorm… right?”

“It’s dangerous… not just for me…” Brownie said, looking at himself. Iris nodded.

“We’ll take special precautions with you,” Iris said, a soft smile forming on his face.

Brownie sighed, “Alright… well, I’m in. Especially when it comes to family.”