Operation Spearhead Declassified

DL, Griffon city, Safehouse
0830 hours, October 10, 2010

Scootaloo was staring at gears, seeing smoke rising from his nostrils. Spike walked up to her. He noticed she was focusing on gears. She turned to walk to the intel board she bumped into spike she fell. He chuckled and helped her off the ground. “I noticed you were staring at gears over there.” spike pointed out,

“I was wondering why smoke is coming from his noise,” Scootaloo said as she looked at gears who was breathing in and out with his hoof following his breathing.

“Gears is half dragon and when dragons get angry smoke tents to come from their noises.” Spike informed her.

“I guess that makes-wait he’s half dragon, but he doesn't look like a hybrid.” Scootaloo said surprised

“Scootaloo hybrids are rare. How do you know what one would look like and you're right he doesn't look like how he used to.” spike stated.

“Well, how does he normally look like” Scootaloo said curiously

“Not too different, just a pink underbelly, claws and a dragon tail.” spike described

“That sound cute” scootaloo said with a blush

Cute?! You weird tasted scoots also he’s single do with that as you will.” spike mention with a mischievous grin

Spike walked up to the board and called everyone over. Once the crew gathered around the board and took their sets. Spike pinned a photo of Garble and his two lieutenants, Gilda and Chrysalis. Gears let off an annoyed grunt as Spike address them “garble and his two lieutenants have been plotting something that threatens the free world. Now we have two points to start on. There a house in Kalashnikov that is assumed to be a COR Safehouse. The local PD is going to turn it over. Scootaloo and woodfire are going to be a part of that. Now gears, we’re going to a COR firebase in Saddle Abra. look for anything that can point to garble or his lieutenants.” spike informed them

“Permission to speak sir.” woodfire asks much to the humor of Scootaloo and gears.

“I know this op but you 're free to say what’s ever on your mind,” spike said

“How exactly are we going to get in with the police?” he asked

“We have a commissioner on the payroll, just meet with him and he gets you in.” Spike brief

Let's get going, we're wasting time.” Gears said walking to a weapon crate and pulling out an Ak 5

Dragonlands, Калашников(Kalashnikov)
Scootaloo and woodfire
1057 hours, October 10, 2010

Scootaloo and woodfire walked up to a team of SPPU police, at the head of the group was a dragon holding an AK-47 with a tactical scope and suppressor. Scootaloo approached the dragon. “Hey you 're the commissioner” Scootaloo asked

“Yes, equestrian, put on the armor and unless you speak dragon don't speak to my men, they don't understand equestrian to good.” the commissioner instructed

A stallion gave them some SPPU armor and weapons. Scootaloo received an AKS-74u with a red dot and suppressor. Woodfire on the other hand was given an PP-19 bizon with a reflex sight and suppressor. “все в фургонах направлялись к целевому зданию(everyone in the vans were go to the target building)” the commissioner ordered as scootaloo and woodfire followed the officers into the vehicles as they drove to the house.

“So scootaloo how long have you been in the EIA.” woodfire asked awkwardly

“ What?” scootaloo was confused

“How long have you been-” woodfire was intruded

“Why are you asking that” scootaloo asked

“Small talk, because I’m nervous. I haven't done this before.” woodfire admitted

“Well, the first time is always special.” scootaloo joked

“Any words of encouragement.” he asked abet annoyed at her not take things seriously

“Always fateful, always forwarded,” Scootaloo stated in a more soothing tone.

The van parked in the alley behind the house, Scootaloo and woodfire put on their visors and got out of the van. The house was a two story building with a gated fence. A griffon officer took out bolt cutters and broke the lock. The commissioner walked ahead of the group, Scootaloo close behind. Woodfire looked at the sky and the three police officers behind him. “shouldn't we be doing this at night” woodfire asked nervously

“We should, but if we don’t do this now, who knows what would happen if we wait,” the commissioner stated

“Woodfire stays behind me and this might get hectic.” Scootaloo advised him.

The six went in the back door of the home. The commissioner, Scootaloo and Woodfire went up the stairs to sweep the floor. Scootaloo and the commissioner opened the door to the left of them. They saw two dragons and one mare. They were sitting at a table playing poker, guns sitting at the base of their chairs. Scootaloo shot the two dragons while the commissioner shot at the mare; he missed her head and hit her in the foreleg. She fell over and picked up an MP5K and shot at the two. Woodfire charged in the room and put three holes in her chest, blood pouring out of the wounds.

“You two ok” woodfire asked

“We're good. Come on we still got three rooms left” the commissioner

Scootaloo took the lead to the next room. She took out a flashbang and pulled the pin. She tossed it in the room and heard a yell right went it went off. Scootaloo and woodfire entered the room and shot two ponies with shotguns. There were three people left in the room: one stallion, a colt and a mare. The flash had fated from their vision as the stallion ran to the colt and hugged him. The mare raised her hooves in the air and awkwardly walked to the bed next to the stallion and colt. Scootaloo lowered her weapon and walked back to the door. Woodfire went to follow her but noticed the mare reaching for a gun. She shot it at Scootaloo hitting her back leg. Woodfire put two rounds in the mare’s head.

“МАМА!” the colt yelled tears falling down his face as the stallion held him back holding back his own tears while doing so

The commissioner ran in the room and saw the dead mare and two ponies left alive. The commissioner tied the two’s hooves. Scootaloo applied pressure to her wound woodfire, pulled out some bio-foam to fill filled the hole. “There it won’t heal you, but it will stop the bleeding temporarily.”

“ The commissioner walked up to Scootaloo “ты гребаный идиот(you fuckin idiot)” he insulted her

“Sorry I just saw the foal and I just let them be.” scootaloo said hold her back leg

Woodfire looked at the foal. The colt glared at him with teared stained face. He looked at the corpse next to the colt. The mare's lifeless eye stared back at him, boring into his soul. Scootaloo tapped him on the shoulder.

“Come on, we got the last two,” she said somberly.

“Ok” woodfire said with a shaky voice

The three of them walked out of the room. Woodfire and scootaloo took positions at the door. Scootaloo tapped woodfire on the shoulder. She gave him a sympathetic look. He looked down at the floor for a moment and shook his head. He opened the door. Two mares held up hooves and pointed at the bed. Scootaloo put two rounds through the mattress before checked the bathroom. A dragon immediately charged out of the bathroom with a kukri in his hand. Scootaloo evaded the swing and tripped the attacker. He landed in a pool of blood that came from underneath the bed. She pulled out a knife and stabbed the dragon in the throat.

“Room cleared.” scootaloo said as the commissioner tied the mare’s legs

The commissioner opened his mouth but before he could say anything gunshots were heard downstairs. He looked at Scootaloo and woodfire before leaving the room and heading downstairs. Scootaloo shocked her head and beckoned woodfire to follow.

“Ok this is the last room, wood. I go left you go right, got it” Scootaloo ordered

“Got it.” he nodded.

Scootaloo kicked open the door and shot three dragons on the left while woodfire shot two ponies on the right, shooting out a window accidentally. Scootaloo went to the shattered window and reaped the blinds off. filled the room with light, revealing a lot of religious and mythological text and items.

“What the hell” Scootaloo said, looking at crosses around the room.

Woodfire looked at a desk and noticed a laptop, a book, and files. He walked up to it and picked up the laptop and book. Scootaloo saw a painting with nine gods, three from each mythology. Woodfire called out to Scootaloo and asked her to come over. She once she did, she picked up the files looked them over

“Holy shit, we struck iron with this. The Операция Spearhead has to be what they're planning. Uh I can't read it though. Come on, let's take whatever we can and head to the safe house. good catch” Scootaloo said

The commissioner walked in the room and walked to scootaloo. “Equestrians, the house is cleared. You two can look around we will be at the vehicle.”

Scootaloo nodded and walked into the other room. After a while scootaloo and woodfire walked outside hearing sirens from the front of the house. Scootaloo walked to the van and handed her gun to the stallion who had gaven her the armor. She was about to get in the truck before woodfire grabbed her hoof.

“Hay scootaloo do you think I did the right thing” woodfire asked her with a sad look on he’s face

“I don’t know” scootaloo answered usure on the answer. Woodfire looked at the house, then entered, followed her inside the van.

DL, Griffon city, Safehouse
Scootaloo, and woodfire
1500 hours, October 10, 2010

Scootaloo entered the warehouse expecting to see spike and gears. She looked around as woodfire, looking for music to calm himself down. He found a radio station that played the platters: the great pretender. Scootaloo walked to woodfire “looks like we're waiting till the others get back” she said

“Sweet brack time,” he said with a chuckle