"What did you do?" I asked the security guard angrily.

"I didn't do anything, but I'll check it out," he replied.

He pulled out his walkie-talkie and asked what was going on. The guy on the other end announced that they found a prisoner and prison guard in the maximum-security wing that was unconscious. Both of them confirmed that they saw masked men in the prison.

I opened the door and ran to the left. Lance was close behind me. The thought of asking Orange Bunny for directions slipped my mind because the siren continued to blare, and it made it hard to think. We arrived at a door that resembled an exit. I opened the door. Lance and I were confused at what we saw. We had stumbled into a room that had about ten or twelve people in it. They were all wearing formal clothes, some of them wore military uniforms, and they all seemed concerned until they saw us. On the other side of the room was a large window. The window showed a small room that had three men and a middle-aged man strapped on a gurney. Lance and I had found the execution observation room.

"Sorry, wrong room," I apologized

Before I could even leave the room, the man called out to me. He mouthed, "Shoot me". I considered ignoring him, but I decided to give him his last request. He closed his eyes as I drew my pistol and took aim. Then, I pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced the window and hit the inmate between the eyes. Lance and I ran off again but this time I asked Orange Bunny for directions.

"It's about fucking time you called me. Give me a second," Orange replied.

The HUD of the prison schematic appeared in the same spot it had before. Orange Bunny said there was an exit that was located about one hundred feet in front of us. I heard Lance mutter, "Thank God". We reached the exit within seconds and Lance kicked down the door. That was a bad idea because the door clattered to the ground and alerted a guard tower of our position. A bright light shined down in our faces.

"Activate Combat Mode," Lance and I said, simultaneously.

Immediately, the HUD changed. The radar popped with a green dot on it. I assumed it was Lance. A red exclamation pointed in the direction of the gunfire. I pulled out my pistols and two blue target reticles appeared. I turned and shot out the spotlight. One guard started yelling into his radio but I couldn't tell what he said. The other guard continued to shoot at us, which was justified since we technically were using lethal force.

Lance and I ran towards the chain link fence but I didn't exert more energy by jumping over it again. I told Lance that we needed to find a gate or something because I refused to exit the same way we entered. Lance said he would think of an "exit strategy".

Then, the combat radar showed about ten red dots located behind us, and they were moving fast. I turned around to see who was behind us, and Equestrian soldiers were running toward us. Lance looked behind him and looked at me. We were screwed. Or so I thought. Another green blip, that was moving fast, appeared on the radar. I thought it was Hannah at first but it was Daniel. He shot fire from his hands and created a literal firewall between us and the soldier. The flames were looked to be almost fifty-feet high.

"What are you doing here?!" I asked.

"Sounded like you needed the help of the comlink," Daniel replied.

"Thanks!"

The soldiers recovered and continued their pursuit. Daniel sent a fireball at the fence and blow a huge hole. In Hawaiian, he told us that he'll distract the soldiers while we got out of sight. I thanked him and we ran towards our vehicles.

Daniel was still dealing with the soldiers when Lance and I reached our vehicles and drove off. I told Daniel to disengage the soldiers and go back to Canterlot. Within seconds I heard a loud boom, from Daniel breaking the sound barrier, and an orange streak soaring across the sky.

We had a bit of trouble getting back to Canterlot because police cars were en route to the penitentiary because of the mess we caused. Therefore, we had to take backroads to back to the apartment. Finally, we got back to Canterlot City in one piece.

Hannah stopped us near a park and told us to go home, immediately, without offering any explanation why. I didn't want to be ordered around by my little sister. Lance could tell I wasn't going to comply, so he told me that he was tired and had some homework to finish. I rolled my eyes and drove off. We got home and I still wasn't happy about being bossed around by Hannah. Orange had overheard the conversation I had with Hannah and laughed at me when I walked into the living room. That was one of the few times I wanted to strangle Orange Bunny.

I walked into my bedroom and removed all of my gear. I put on my shorts and a shirt and got into bed. Then, I tried to sleep but I couldn't. Orange wasn't making my situation any better by yelling at Lance. Eventually, I fell asleep.

At lunch the next day, I explained what happened the night before to Flash and the Rainbooms. When I got to the part about being attacked by the army. Flash and the Rainbooms grew pale. I asked what was the matter.

"The soldiers were there because that the inmate had assassinated a respected general about twenty years ago. He was supposed to be executed the lethal injection last night," Flash Sentry explained.

"Well, I saved the government from wasting barbiturate drugs."

"You still broke into a prison," Sunset Shimmer added.

"I don't see how that matters," Lance said.

"And Cheif Silverstar wants to arrest you for breaking into the prison and attacking Equestrian Army personnel."

"So does several governments for illegally entering their nation and assassinating their politicians. What's your point?" Brody said.

The Rainbooms still told us to be careful told us and in the unlikely event that if the military did hunt us, they wouldn't be as lazy as the CPD. Dalton believed that the military wouldn't hunt vigilantes because of the waste of Equestrian citizen tax dollars. I wasn't concerned about the military or the Rainbooms' warnings, so I decided to watch the TV that was hanging from the wall.

Then, everyone at our table grew quiet when a news report on the TV came on about a death of a student. It was as a guy from Crystal Preparatory Academy. The reporter said the student, named Straight A's, died suddenly in his sleep last night. It was weird that the student's cause of death was stated as unknown. People don't keel over for no reason. Then, the reporter announced when the funeral would be.

"That's strange," Applejack announced.

"Well, duh. People don't kick the bucket for reason. It's common sense," Pinkie said.

"What's bad that the coroner couldn't figure out how he died," Sunset Shimmer added.

"I want to know what killed this kid and what his parents know," I said.

"I'm assuming you are going to investigate?", Jessie asked, quietly.

"Yep, we are," I replied.

"Who's we?" Brody asked, suspiciously.

"I'll go to the morgue. Dylan and Devin can go talk to the parents, and see what they can tell us," I replied.

Dylan and Devin nodded to accept the mission.

After school, we were getting ready for that night, but I called Lance into my bedroom. I was already dressed for that night, minus my helmet. Lance didn't have his weapons on his uniform, yet. He walked in and closed the door behind him. I let him sit on my bed while I sat across from him in my chair.

"What's this about? You've never called me into your room to talk," Lance asked.

"You're right, but this is very urgent," I answered.

"Oh. I feel special."

"Sure, you do. Anyway, Hannah and I looked into what happened David."

"I already told you that he got executed for killing five cops. End of story."

"I remembered but Hannah found something that didn't match what you told me. The information that Hannah made me wonder why your parents lie to you."

"What the heck are you talking about?"

"Hannah found that there wasn't a drug bust gone wrong, no dead policemen, and there wasn't a David Wallace being executed. The only Wallace to get executed in Virginia was a serial killer and rapist. He died in the 1920s. Your brother is alive, Lance."

"You've got to be joking with me."

I picked up my phone and went to one of David Wallace's social media pages and handed my phone to Lance. Lance's eyes grew wide open, and he began to scroll through the page. I asked him if he was okay, but all I got was a sigh. Lance gave my phone back and sat there in silence. It was hard to tell if he was happy, mad, or confused.

"A lot take in?" I asked.

"What do you think? I mean my brother is alive. My parents told me he was dead. It doesn't make any sense," Lance replied.

"Do you need to sit out tonight? I don't need you in the field distracted."

"No, I don't need to sit out. I'll be alright."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Lance got up and left my bedroom and I followed him out. Everyone was in the living room. They were suited up and ready to go. Orange Bunny handed me a piece of paper that had "Mission Debrief" typed on the top. There were two paragraphs typed below the title. I rolled my eyes.

"Everyone listen up. We've got plenty to do tonight. Dylan and Devin, as I mentioned earlier today, you will go to Straight A's house and question his parents. Make sure you aren't being followed. I will go to the morgue to find out how the kid died. The rest of you go on patrol and...are you kidding me?"

Everybody looked at me funny. I explained that Orange Bunny typed that everyone else will go on patrol and die a miserable death. It also included a hand-drawn picture of her giving the double one-finger salute with a speech bubble above her head. In the bubble were the words, "Fuck you, Brody" in all caps. Everyone turned and glared at Orange. She flipped all of us off and laughed.

After that, we left the apartment and I went to the morgue. I arrived at the morgue in ten minutes but it took me another ten minutes to make sure the cameras didn't see me.

I used the grappling hook to get on top of the roof. After entering the building through the staircase, I made my way to the morgue. I eventually made it into the freezer room but I encountered a problem.

Besides about eight freezers containing dead bodies, all of which are stacked four trays high. I wasn't expecting any company. The coroner was still there cleaning up at nine o'clock at night. He saw me and, strangely enough, he smiled at me.

"Hello, there," the coroner greeted.

"Uh...good evening," I replied.

"Who might you be?" he asked.

"You can call me Nightwatcher," I answered. "And who are you?"

"My name is Under Taker. "

"A pleasure to me you, Mr. Under Taker."

"I think I've heard of you. You are the vigilante that runs around town fighting that ninja group."

"That's me."

"What can I do for you, Nightwatcher?"

"I need your help. Do you have someone named Straight A's, in your...care, right?"

"I wouldn't say 'care', but yes I do."

"You said that his cause of death was unknown."

"That's correct."

"I came to find out for myself how he died because it seems suspicious that a young boy died for some odd reason."

"I see. Lucky for you, I haven't embalmed Mr. A's yet, so feel free to do whatever you need to do. Just let me pull him out."

Mr. Under Taker walked over to the second column of freezers and pulled the second try from the bottom. I walked up to the tray, pulled the sheet covering him to his waist, and looked down at Straight A's body.

He looked like a typical jock, tall and muscular. He had blue hair and dark red skin. This guy didn't look like the kind of person to die at a young age. As you can tell, that's not the case. I need to know what killed Straight A's. From what I could tell, there were no injuries anywhere on his body, but I had another idea.

"NAI, activate CSI mode and scan the body," I ordered.

"Sure thing, Matthew," NAI replied.

"Who are you talking to?" Mr. Under Taker asked.

"My artificial intelligence that is in my helmet," I answered as I tapped my helmet.

"Oh, okay."

NAI finished scanning the body in seconds but unlike the autopsy report suggested, she suggested multiple injuries. She said there were six-seven puncture wounds in each arm where the artery in his arm is located. Four wounds were in his wrists. I immediately knew what could cause a wound that small. A needle. That gave me an answer on how Straight A's died, but I needed proof.

"Mr. Under Taker, do you mind if I take a blood sample from him so I can run a test."

"Well, I guess you can but the blood is frozen," Mr. Under Taker answered.

"That's not a problem."

I took a lamp that was on the examination table and held it over Straight A's arm. Within seconds, the arm almost returned to its normal color. Then, I put the lamp on the ground and pulled out my knife. I made a little incision on the artery in the forearm. A little trickle of blood came out as I pulled my knife away.

"Can I have a cotton swab or a q-tip?" I requested.

"Sure," Mr. Under Taker replied.

He reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a cotton swab and gave it to me. I dabbed it in the tiny pool of blood out and slipped it into my pocket. I thanked Mr. Under Taker for his cooperation and turned to leave. As I was about to leave the room, Mr. Under Taker called out to me.

"Yes?" I asked as I turned around.

"Thank you for what you are doing for Canterlot City," he said

"I don't do it alone."

"Oh, I know. My little granddaughter talks about your friend, Neon Streak, all the time. That's according to my son."

"Understandable. Neon Streak is a good kid and a reliable fighter. And thank you for supporting us and what we do, unlike Chief Silver Star."

"Cheif Silver Star is just jealous that you're able to stop the Black Snake and not the CPD."

"He isn't really on the top of my concern list. Thanks again for letting me do this."

"Anytime, Nightwatcher."

I left the morgue the way I entered. After getting on my motorcycle, Dalton and Brody called for me to help them out because they got attacked by some Black Snake terrorists near the supermarket I had to sneak into in the first book.

My mission was completed without a hitch. I was hoping that the twins had the same success but their story was different from what I had expected.

Author's Note

Sorry for the delayed-release. I have been busy with college and, to be honest, getting distracted with other things. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.