The History Of Comber!

Blade was sitting at a desk. Not an ordinary desk. The desk of the boss of the organization. He was having a humorous conversation with Granfer who was busy chuckling from the last remark Blade made about playing some drums.

"Haha! Using a pony head to play some drums definitely proves some racket is going on in their head lol. Bum dump tss."

"Well I was resourceful with the kill and quick. You could say the speed of sound."

Blade chuckled. Through their conversation Blade mentally got a unease notification. It was something involving Comber. What was it...? The image becomes more clearer. Blade face turned from laughter into a serious shocked expression. Granfer noticed Blade's expression. What's troubling Blade of all ponies?

"What's the matter Blade?"

Granfer calmly asked; expecting a quick and accurate response. However that wasn't the case this time. Blade stood there a little shocked. How could Comber of all ponies be on the brink of death? Granfer asked calmly again.

"It's-it's Comber."

Granfer looked confused at Blade. What? Was Comber messing with him? No he would've said something before their conversation if so.

"What do you mean?"

"He's on the brink of dying. He was on a mission to take down a traitor I presume right?"

"Indeed he was. Rubble who rank isn't that high at all. Comber should have no problem of assassinating him Blade. You know I'm not the one that likes to make jokes with situations like this? Comber is a valuable asset to the organization."

"Ye-yes. I'm well aware Granfer. However I don't make jokes when they concern the welfare of a valued employee."

Granfer spun in his chair to face his computer where he checked the status of Rubble. He was deceased. Comber completed his job. So how on Celrstia can he be dying if the only threat to him is dead?

"Comber killed Rubble Blade. Please answer on how he could be at 'death's' door?"

"Hey I just can sense it. Some unknown variables could have happen to put Comber in such a state."

"So you can see a ponies at their last moments?"

"*Chuckling.* Something like that Granfer.

"Okay..."

Granfer sighed.

"Go and chec-!"

Blade was gone when Granfer opened his eyes. He already knew what he was going to say didn’t he?

"Hmp! He needs to stop cutting me off. One of these days he will miss something important."

Blade appeared in a town that seemed somewhat destroyed. As he walked through the town he noticed a upside down house in the open. He looked to the sides of it spotting a filly with a gaping wound in her chest. He then noticed the two parents next to her. He placed a hoof on them, one at a time; closing his eyes after.

"DAMBA!"

"Hahaha! And more I shall kill!"

Blade reopened his eyes. The colt may have some resemblance to Rubble but that definitely wasn't his voice. Those eyes seem demonic. This did give more information for Blade about the fight that went on. Comber yelled Damba. So that demonic voice does match since the pony was still partially Rubble at the time. Comber also referred to him as Damba which is a big clue. Some type of possession went on. The final moments of the Filly's life was in Comber's hooves, before setting her down.

"So that's a clue..."

Blade searched around for Comber's body. He couldn't find it. Blade closed his eyes.

"Even in death you won't escape me Comber."

Blade calmly sensed for Comber's magic and life force. Eventually Blade locked onto it; instantly teleporting over to him at his side. He felt blood on his hoof the moment he teleported. The blood wasn't cold nor was it body temperature. Blade can conclude this wasn’t too long ago. This probably happened 10 minutes ago. Judging on the breeze of wind that was probably the reason the blood cool down. Write that variable down.

"What happened here?"

Blade walked closer to Comber. The blood cleared a pathway to Comber, like a master and pet. The blood knew who to obey.

"I need more information. Luckily I have you to read from."

Blade slowly placed a hoof on the middle of Comber's back? Seemly taking in all the previous actions Comber performed up to this point. Mainly just the fight with Damba and what went on with Rubble. Blade saw as Comber defended a blue filly pegasus with a rainbow mane and tail. Two other fillies earlier when Damba noticed the older sister was trying to be brave. He saw all Comber's interactions up to this point slowly but surely. After Blade saw how Comber defeated Damba, he grew a smirk. He was right. Blade removed his hoof from Comber's back. Comber's blood stopped pouring out of his body.

("Thi-seems to be a class 3 hemorrhage, going on four. The blood seemed to be internally leaking out of the body, meaning this is an internal rupture. Well... don't need you getting hypovolemic shock now.")

Blade lifted a hoof in the air, causing the soon to be corpse Comber to float into the air. Blood didn't leak from Comber's body. As Blade expected because of his abilities. As he started to walk away from this village he looked back at Comber who seemly was unconscious.

"B-B-Blade...")

Blade turned his head back. Was that just Comber now? So he's Stull conscious eh? Doesn't look that way anymore. Honestly with the amount of blood Comber lost he should almost be in shock. Any normal pony would be dead by now. Comber has remarkable resilience. Blade raised a hoof, turning around and cauterizated any wounds on Comber's body. He noticed the soul was trying to leave the body. Seems like Comber is now on stage 4 hemorrhage. Honestly Blade expected this development. They been walking for awhile now.

"Oh no... You're not allow to die just yet Comber."

Blade teleported to the organization, opening the door and shutting them with a loud metal bang. One of Blade's hooves was covered in black magic, swirling around his hoof. The black magic was around Comber. Blade made his way to the medic bay of the organization.

"This fool better be fast otherwise I will kill him this time."

Blade scoffed, waiting for a particular doctor to open the door in front of him. When the door opened the doctor inside was stun. His blood ran cold at the sight of the unicorn he saw. Blade!? What is he doing here? Is he here to kill him? He listened to him! Pulp gulped.

"Blade sir! Wha-what brings-!?"

Pulp noticed the critical condition Comber was in. Did Blade do this to him too? Welp looks like the doubts about Blade being defeated by Comber is put to rest. Honestly it was expected since Blade is rank 1 and Comber is rank 2.

"Is that Comber!? He was a traitor? Good job for stop-stopping him Blade..."

"You wish me a good job for stopping him? But why do you think I'm here?"

"Are you giving him a second chance?"

"Stop this nonsense Pulp. I didn't do this to him."

"Oh really!?"

Looks like those doubts aren't put to rest it seems.

"I'm not repeating myself Pulp. If he dies. Consider your life linked with his."

"Huh?"

Blade put a hoof out. Black magic flowed through both colts. Pulp felt werid after. What the Tartarus did Blade just do?

"Hey what the!?"

Blade chuckled. Walking inside the office. He bumped into the doctor as he used his magic to lay Comber down on the bed. After, Blade turned to the doctor.

"He's beginning to enter the 4th and final stage of internal hemorrhaging. If he ain't saved you will also die too Pulp."

"What!!?"

"And don't worry... I won't kill you... You're failure will."

"Is that-that what you did!?"

Blade gave the doctor a smirk as he walked out of the office. Blade turned around again.

"I did some DNA running. Comber's blood is different from a normal pony’s. For example he lacks certain hormones that are responsible for sexual drive."

"Sex Hormones? You mean testosterone and estrogen?"

"Precisely. Welp might want to get to work doctor. Also don't try anything funny. I will know if you do. Oh and Pulp."

"Ye-yes sir!"

"Don't falter with your profound ability. See you soon."

Blade chuckled as he slowly shut the office door. He looked down and sighed. Now it's times to break the news to Granfer. Blade walked down stairs noticing Nome moping. Nome looked at Blade who gave him a smile.

"Keep up the good work bud."

Blade told Nome as he continued to walk to Granfer's office. When he opened the door he heard Granfer on the work phone with what would seem to be a supplier.

"Huh? What do you mean the shipment will be late? Well get their hides up and have them run over the new shipment! *sighs* I don't mind it being a little late. I do mind if it's as late as you're telling me!"

"Granfer sir."

"Not now Blade."

"Well it's the subject regarding Comber."

Granfer eyes widen. He been awaiting this news.

"Hold on. Can I call you back? When I do please inform me of good news. No more excuses!"

Blade sat down in the chair in front of Granfer who spun around in his desk chair to face Blade.

"Yes?"

"Comber's in critical condition, currently being taken care of by doctor pulp."

"You mean the same doctor who tried to kill you and has lack of sleep cause of the order you gave him to work 3 days awake? For a doctor yourself-!"

Blade sighed.

"I know sir. It's a punishment for him trying to kill me. He should be glad he's not dead. Also i'm not a doctor anymore."

"I can agree with that. Now... you said he's in critical condition? What exactly happen to him? Was it that fool Rubble? I doubt it."

"When I went there and did some detective work. I was able to figure out that it wasn’t really Rubble?"

"Elborate if you may?"

"I saw a demonic symbol on the ground. Technically two. Although the other one was filled with blood and the other looked like it destroyed part of the ground. What I'm able to make of it is Comber defeated a demon."

"A demon?"

Blade slowly got up.

"Yes sir. I heard him. I looked into the fight myself with my profound abilities. Comber held a filly in his hooves looking pretty angry as he yelled at what would seem to be Rubble but his eyes is all I need to persuade me otherwise. He yelled Damba at him like that was his name."

"Hmm... Damba. Now that you mentioned it I heard of that demon before. A proclaimed prince of demons. Although never bought any of what he's saying since he's loyal to Baphoment and believes by staying close by his side it makes him a prince."

"You just mentioned what the symbol was filled with blood is."

"Baphoment's?"

"Yes."

Granfer slide some papers into a holder. Then grabbed some corresponding to the left. He reviewed them and putting them in his desk.

"Well somehow did you make out why Rubble quit?"

"I believe because he was being possessed is what I remebered in the flashback. Comber should've just killed him before that. Rubble seemed to try to kill himself by grabbing Comber's blade. No pun intended with myself. *Chuckles.*"

"I see. I do want to see Comber when he recovers. I want to see if he's up to another job. If not then he should rest more for today."

"Too kind you are sir."

"The colt just fought a demon who could of caused way more chaos by summoning Baphoment. By defeating him, Comber had practically saved Equestria. He ain't the type to lie, especially to me either."

Blade smiled at Granfer before walking towards the door and opening it. As he turned around Granfer picked up the phone and started talking in it again after a few moments.

"A pleasure talking with you sir."

Granfer shot Blade a smirk before Blade slowly and quietly with care shut the door behind him.

"They're be on their way in about 3 hours!? Later than before what you told me!? What do you mean they have vertigo? Tell them not to look down if they're that's bucking all! I have at least probably few employees witn that condition and they're not using it as an excuse to why they can't do their job in time. Do I have to come over there?

"N-no... I get them to prepare. They should be there in at least an hour."

"Thank you."

Granfer hung the phone up calmly.

"Bunch of lazy imbeciles..."

"Welp guess we should start with the rest of our work Bullet?"

"Tsk! Fine... I was waiting for Comber to come back with farther instructions on what needs to be done but seems like that not going to happen?

"Do you think he possibly died?"

"Hahaha! Comber? No way... he's probably just running-!"

*knock knock*

"Now who could that be?"

"Hopefully Comber. Haha!"

Bullet glared at Commer before walking towards the door, opening it slowly.

"Yes?"

"May I come in Bullet?"

"Oh it's you Nome. Sure... why not?"

Bullet opened the door welcoming Nome in with his cart. Nome accepted the invitation.

"Oh hey Nome."

Commer looked up at Nome from his experiments. He was studying using an eyeball how the optic nerves work and why your pupils dilate when exposed to light and are more prone to do so depending on the chemical beverage like alcohol you consume. It's because of the autonomic nervous system's sympathetic branch, which is also responsible for the fight or flight response ponies expirence over stress. Commer guess this can be tied to emotions like fear which would also trigger that same branch of sympathetic branch nerves.

("Well Comber probably expirence stimulation in those nerves all the time.")

Nome walked around with a spray bottle and rag, wiping everything clean. When he made his way towards Comber's desk he realized he wasn't here. Wait? Where's Comber?

"He-!"

"Oh by the way Nome have you seen Comber by any chance?"

"I was about to ask you guys the same question."

"He went to take a traitor out and never returned since."

"That's odd... he is normally quick with his jobs."

"I know."

Commer emphasized possibly scenarios Comber got himself into. Ambushed? Killed? So many possibilities but needs some type of evidence to find a route.

"Do you-!"

More knocking came from outside the unit's door. This time with a gentle but more frequent knock.

"I got it."

Nome casually opened the door. In his mind he expected Comber to be there but who was there was more shocking.

"B-Blade?"

"Hello Nome."

Blade walked past Nome with the door shutting behind him. Blade scanned the area using his eyes. Seems like this unit can work independently. However they still deserve the right to know where and the condition of their unit manager. Well besides Nome. Well Nome's Comber's best friend so it doesn't matter if he hears the news or not.

"Good job staying productive. Um... what are you doing Commer?"

Everypony turned to Commer who had an eyeball dissected. It was under the microscope.

"Oh me Blade? You know just... studying."

"I could-!"

"If I take the optic nerves, these lens, move the iris in a careful way not to damage the retina, aling them with the macula and intertwined them in a corresponding way to their proper functionality along with other tests I have plan... this in theory could-!"

Sweet could be visible on Blade's face with a smile. He remebered having to learn about the eyes for his past career. Good luck to Commer if he's trying to go down the same path.

"Okay. So I came to inform about Comber."

None stopped sweeping and looked at Blade. Bullet turned his head up. Commer was too focused on testing his theory. He couldn't take his 'eyes' off of it.

"How is he?"

Nome walked towards Blade who stood their with a calm collective expression as always.

"Bold to approch me in such a manner you know?"

Blade stared into the eyes of Nome's. They reminded him of a lost puppy seeking their owner.

"*sighs* Comber is currently in the medic bay after an encounter with a traitor."

"Huh!?

"Ayo What!!"

Bullet was in shock. There's no way a traitor Comber showed no concerned about could put him in such condition. Nome anxiety rises but then decended. Comber taught him about controlling his emotions and keeping them composed. He can do that.

"Never say ayo again Bullet. I'm not your yo."

Blade almost chuckled. He held it back. First time anypony besides a friend of his long long ago greeted him in such a manner.

"Un-understiod sir."

"Anyways. This unit seems like it was able to run without him. Guess we should pull the plug if you know what-!"

Nome threw a punch at Blade who's eyes was closed. Blade opened them quickly and caught the attack looking into Nome's eyes. Bullet and Commer was shocked.

"Nome!"

"Are you crazy Nome!? Like what the buck are you trying to do? Die!?"

Nome's other hoof was clinched on the ground. He was ready any moment to throw it at Blade. He won't let Comber die.

"Since when did you know how to throw a punch Nome? You know I killed ponies that did the same thing you just attempted. I was joking. *Chuckles* Comber is too valuable and as a friend of his I would never truly suggest a thing. It was a compliment to the unit. Hahaha! But in are regards."

Blade let go of Nome's hoof.

"Never do that nonsense again. Otherwise you might have someone clean your remains up."

Blade gave a slight glare at Nome that made him back away a little. Blade looking slightly serious can be scary to those who know what he's capable of.

"Keep up the good work y'all."

Blade said walking towards the door and leaving. The door shut. Bullet and Commer sighed. They could not believe Nome did that. Like was he stupid or crazy which was it? Blade is known for his rank in the organization. You just don't get that rank for no reason. Nome returned to cleaning the unit like nothing didn't happen.

"For Celestia's sake why the buck did you attack Blade Nome?"

"He talked about unaliving Comber. My best friend. As such I'm not going to sit there and let him die recovering cause he's not needed."

"Bruh he's rank 1 in the entire organization! Why the buck did you think he has such a rank? Do you think he'll kill somepony as worth like Comber who is rank 2?"

"He is hard to read Bullet so cut our friend Nome a little slack."

Bullet looked around for any duties. He noticed a tag he forgot to put on a create for Comber. Once notice Bullet made his way to fix that mistake.

"Thanks Commer."

"Don't mentioned it."

"Yeah... I still think it was a stupid move."

After Nome finished the stains near Bullet's desk, he made his way towards Comber's desk.

"This is a interesting development indeed. Fortunately I have many more eyes to work with. Eyes are very very fragile organs."

Bullet looked over to see a dissected eye. That feeling of a squishy organ in your hoof with fluids in it must be disturbing for Commer to deal with. As Bullet looks more he realized that isn't the case.

"Seriously?"

Commer didn't even look in Bullet's direction. He was too focused on his experiments. Meanwhile Nome causing light to shine off of Comber's desk.

"Nice and clean."

Nome put the rag on his cart. After he finished his duties in this unit he sat down in a free chair this unit keeps out for him.

"So... Anything new?"

"Hmp! Besides you almost getting yourself killed by Blade like an imbecile not really."

"He-!"

"Although I want to disagree with Bullet cause he is harsh, that was a foolish act against the rank 1 of the entire organization."

Nome sat down in his chair, a shadow over his eyes. It was clear he was getting annoyed with the statements Bullet and Commer made. He gets they worried about his safety but don't they care about Comber's safety? Or they just scared? Either or he wasn't going to let somebody joke about taking a friend's life because they're not needed anymore. Especially Comber's.

"I get it. Please stop reminding me okay?"

An erie mood filled the unit for a couple of moments, going silent next.

"Well. I finished my next task if you want to-?"

"Aha! I think I just discovered how to get super vision... or maybe not...? I didn't rule mutations that could occur. No, wait that's not quite right. Darn it. It still needs more work to it."

"Are you able to think a little quietly?"

"Yeah! Hehe! You're right Bullet. I was so focused on my discovery that I forgot I was talking out loud. Hahaha!"

"Oh brother..."

"Is something wrong Bullet?"

Nome asked. Bullet walked to the sink and washed his hooves off. The water cut him like a knife.

"*grunts* Damn Comber..."

Bullet said with gritted teeth. He lowered the water pressure before washing the blood from his hooves and from his new wound. He would be mad at Comber but karma already got him it seems.

"Tsk!"

"Anyways Nome... any plans after work?"

"Hmm... I don't know. Maybe ask Comber for more training?"

"Wait a minute... You're taking lessons from Comber!?"

"Y-yes?"

Bullet couldn't believe Comber would teach martial arts. Especially to somepony like Nome. What motivated him to do this anyway?

"What motivated you to do that anyways?"

"Well... throughout my life I've been a kind colt to most ponies. Eventually when I started here other co-workers saw this as a weak trait instead of a strong one. So throughout my employment here I was picked on, bullied even. Sometimes the encounters got physical."

"I see."

"Well Nome your reasons for taking martial arts does make sense. Martial arts was created for those who are discipline and for you to defend yourself if ever needed."

"You took martial arts Commer?"

Bullet asked. Nome turned his head back to Commer who finished putting his 'labs' away.

"Well... no. I do know a lot about the subject though. Remember I am more of a brain head. Haha! I study and test. Not fight lol."

"So you're going to be a scientist?"

"That's gently putting it. Scientist normally study one subject they find intriguing. However in my case that is not me."

"Yeah cause you're a 'know it all' Commer."

Bullet chimed in.

"Yeah. Haha!"

"I wish today would just be over with."

"Don't we all Bullet?"

"Outta curiosity Bullet what do you want to be Bullet?"

"Heh! What can I be? It's not like we're ever leaving this place."

"Don't be in despair Bullet. If Comber goes through with his plan and succeeded then it's a possibility."

"What a minute? Comber told you too?"

Nome asked in shock. Comber better learn to keep his mouth shut. The last thing that needs to happen is Granfer or Blade, if he doesn't know aleeady, hearing that news.

"Yeah. I assume he told you too Nome?"

"Ye-yeah. Of course!"

"Heh! So Comber views us as friends then?"

"I don't know if I say that Bullet. *chuckles.*"

"Well your doubtful..."

"Welp! Might want to review your work Bullet. Can't really trust you to be very accurate with this job."

"Accuracy is my thing you know?"

"Well it's affirmative for your guns but as for paper work and grammer... I don't think the same thing applies."

Nome held his laughter in. He kinda likes the friendly relationship these two have; unlike the other rude units in this place. Bullet hoofed over his work to Commer who collected and examined them. Nome continued to sit. He completed more than the normal amount of his task today so he can rest a little while and what better place then this unit? Comber's unit remained productive, although they all still wonder when is Comber returning.

A clock ticked nervously with each second passing. Dr. Pulp was sitting at his computer filling out paper work. He wondered when Comber would awake. It's been awhile since Blade brought him here and his profound surgical ability save him; that ability definitely wears your body and mind down. Dr. Pulp remebered going unconscious afterwards. A reason why he doesn't like using 'that' ability. Dr. Pulp took a sip of his coffee; looking at his recent patient as he did. The coffee made a tapping sound as it made contact on the desk.

("I mean come on. If you're going to give a doctor a patient and knows If he fails he'll feel regret about it already... Why the Buck did you tie his life with mine Blade!? Just how the buck can you do that even!?")

Pulp thought to himself, sipping his coffee again. It was clear he was anxious. If anypony was present they could easily tell.

"Ugh... where am I?"

Pulp ears perked up. That had to be Comber's voice. He heard of Comber but never heard his voice, only stories about him. Pulp finished the paper work, afterwards he turned his computer off and turned to Comber with a smile.

"You're awake. That's good."

Comber looked at Pulp then back at his hooves. They had bandages on them. That didn't stop him though from closing each one. Comber could tell he was back in the organization. The question was how did he get here? No pony outside of the organization would know he works here so how the Tartarus did he get back here then? Somepony from this place brought him back here. Who though?

"You're feeling better? No pain or discomfort?"

Comber blinked at the doctor. It was clear Comber needed some more time to wrap his head around what happened to him.

"Glad you're awake rank 2."

"Tch, please call me Comber. I don't go by rank 2."

"Un-understood Comber."

Dr. Pulp walked back to his desk, as he was about to turn on his computer again his cup of coffee fell of the desk. In a second Dr. Pulp could be seen moving at such reaction speed that even impressed Comber.

"Nice save on your coffee."

Dr. Pulp turned on his computer before replying to Comber.

"Thanks. I have an ability to slow things down in my perspective."

Comber stood up stretching his legs.

"Well. That ability sure must be useful. Especially for surgery. Anyway credit to you for saving my life. Thank you."

"Dr. Pulp smiled. That was the reason right there why he didn't become corrupted like the rest of the employees here. He will not kill. Ponies lives are too precious to be killed. He will only save them. Unless your Blade that is and killed his sister. Then you warranted it.

"No need to thank me. What caused that fight to occur with you and Blade?"

Comber was confused. Why did the doctor think he fought Blade of all colts?

"Blade? I didn't fight Blade."

"Are you sure?"

"I am. Why do you think th-!"

"Cause he brought you here. Gave you a second chance? Also he tied my soul to yours."

Comber was shocked. Okay so Blade saved him. How did he even know where to find him? He doesn't have any device that could remotely tell Comber's location at the moment where he went unconscious. Blade did what now with his and Pulp's soul?

"Hmp! So Blade brought me here... he tied my soul with yours? What are you talking about? You mean if I died you will too? Explains why you're so worried about me. Haha!'

"I care for all my patients regardless of the situation."

"Okay."

Comber slowly walked towards the door that exited the doctor's quarters. Keyboard typing could be heard then a click. The doctor spun his chair around with him in it. He looked at Comber with a smirk.

"Glad you're well. No, not for my well being, not sure if Blade made that temporary."

"Well I hoped the buck so cause my life tied to yours is no offense... worrisome. Haha!"

The doctor frowned.

"Wow... Thanks..."

"Hopefully see you never."

"You're an ass."

"Haha! Not because I don’t like you. Because your a doctor. Never good seeing the doctor's office. Haha!"

"Oh... my apologies. Ha!"

"Bye. Stay out of trouble doctor."

Comber shut the door to the office. He turned around and took a deep breath.

"Awkward conversations. I Never was a fan of them."

Comber slowly made his way downstairs and eventually towards his unit.

*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*

"Grr... can you cut the tapping out!"

Nome who was sitting looked in the direction the tapping was coming from, which was Commer's desk. Then back at Bullet who yelled the command. Commer stopped tapping his pen on the desk and turned to Bullet.

"I'm trying to think here."

"Oh I could tell..."

"Never took you for the sarcastic type Bullet."

"There's much of my book you haven't read."

"Obviously... nor do I want to. I may get a headache. Haha!"

"Are you sure that's not your book? Cause you have many many more pages than I. Haha!"

"Thank you Bullet. You just admitted I was smarter than you. Hahaha!"

Bullet made an annoyed face.

"Of course you are. You're doing experiments involving super vision! Do you ever see me doing that?"

"Ha! No!"

"Perhaps we should... change the subject you two?"

Bullet and Commer looked at Nome then back at each other across the room with a blank expression. They kinda forgot Nome was still here. Is he waiting for Comber to return? He better not neglect his work too long otherwise, well Nome knows the punishments.

"Perhaps-!"

*bang* *bang* *bang* *bang!*

"What the buck was that!?"

Bullet chuckled.

"That was a single action revolver."

"You know the name of the gun just from the sound?"

"Nome. You know his power is being insanely good at accuracy. So it is natural he would favorite guns. Haha!"

The unit door opened slowly, making squeaky sounds as it did. Bullet placed a hoof on his gun, ready if this was the shooter from outside the unit. Nome got up and Commer stay seated. After all... What is he going to do? Throw an eyeball at the shooter? When the door finished opening all of them was shocked. It wasn’t a shooter. It was Comber.

"There's you are!"

"Where have you been Comber?"

Nome walked towards Comber and gave him a hug. This made Comber feel a little uncomfortable not to mention pain, but he accepted the hug.

"I got myself into a little bit of an inconvenience. In fact, I just did again, just now outside the unit."

A black colt with white stripes around him and a hay texture and color mane was against the wall blood leaking from his head with his mouth clearly busted open. The single action revolver was under the limped hoof. He wasn't dead but was unconscious and most likely will be like that for awhile. An orange colt looked down upon the unconscious colt.

"What a dumbass..."

"You're talking about the worker with a gun right?"

"What do you think Bullet? Obviously we know Comber doesn't use them and he said 'inconvenience' while coming in."

Bullet scuffed at Commer. Nome eyes traced to Comber's hooves spotting bandages that were now bloody. He has some on his body too. What the hell happened to him? Did he just make those bandages on his hoof bloody with the shooter blood or is that his?

"Are you feeling okay Comber?"

"Haha. Yes Nome."

"What with the bandages then? "

"And excatly what happened to you Comber?"

Commer asked, curious to know the story behind his leader disappearance for such a long while. Comber sat down at the desk. He sighed.

"It's a very long story that I'm still trying to grasp."

"Well I do have a mind device that can sort stuff like this and help you with a cloudy-!"

Comber stood up, suddenly performing jumping Jacks before sitting back down.

"No thanks. My mind isn't somewhere you want nor I want you to be. Jumping jacks are good for cloudy minds. "

"Okay..."

"Long story short. I fought a demon and nearly died as a result."

"Did Blade rescue you?"

All eyes was on Nome. They were all ready for his explanation. Comber crossed his hooves as he listened to Nome.

"Why do you say that Nome?"

"Be-because I saw him bring you to Dr. Pulp."

"Well that would explain the bandages you now wear Comber."

"Thank for your input Commer. They're not a vanity."

"Hahaha!"

("I figured Blade saved me. My question is how he know exactly where I was?")

Comber ignored Bullet's laughter. He's so foalish.

"I knew that already Nome. Anyways how's work been?"

"Well I have the crates ready for you to take down Comber."

Bullet pointed towards the cooler with Comber's eyes fallowing the hoof.

"Good."

"So how's your healing coming along Comber?"

"Hmp. Are you curious because you worry about me Commer or for science?"

"*Laughter* Science and because i do care about you. Pony life to pony life."

"Well I'm able to move around fine now ain't I?"

"Hey! That doesn't mean you're not in pain."

"Pain is only in the mind, which I've disciplined very well. So trust me I'm not. Pain is only a warning not an influencer for me."

"Wow! I wonder if that wil be one of my lessons?"

All eyes focused on Nome.

"Discipline is a lesson and indeed you will learn it."

Comber got up from his desk dropping his pen and walking towards the cooler.

"Comber's a stern teacher ain't he Nome?"

"Yes and bluntly so. Hahaha!"

"I certainly wouldn't want to be under his lessons."

"That's because I'll probably end up killing you for failure to listen to instructions."

The rest of the unit laughed. Comber's not one to burn ponies verbally.

"Hahaha! He sure has a point now doesn't he Bullet?"

"Oh shut it Commer!"

"Welp. I might want to-!"

*bang* *bang* *bang* *bang!*

"Who's that?"

"Comber's medicine is here?"

"I don't take medicine Bullet."

"You don't get vaccinated Comber?"

"I never did. Why would anypony trust doctors of an economy run by a dictator?"

*Bang* *bang* *bang!*

"Nome-!"

"I got it, I got it."

Nome made his way to the unit door. He wasn't expecting the colt he saw on the other side of the door when he opened it.

"Thank you Nome."

"B-Blade!"

All eyes focused on Nome, then Blade. Why is he here again? This is probably because of Comber's return.

"May I come inside?"

"Of course Blade sir."

Blade walked in with magic shutting the door. Comber and his eyes locked.

"I'm glad you made it through."

"Thanks to you."

Blade smirked. The smirk disappeared after realizing Comber was being sarcastic. What? Did he not want to be saved?

"Well anyways I'm here on orders from sir Granfer. Comber may you come with along with me after you take the pallet of products down"

"Granfer sent you?"

"He did indeed Comber. He has a job for you. Honestly I think he wants to just check on you but that's beyond me. Haha."

Comber opened the cooler, grabbing the pallet with both of his hooves. He could feel shocks of electricity through his body but that didn't stop him from lifting it onto his back. Comber fastly made his way to the door and opened it with his magic. Blade hooves was crossed as he walked behind Comber then out the door.

"Comber will see y'all again soon."

Blade calmly closed the door behind them. Comber was already downstairs.

("Well he's still as resilient as ever Granfer if that's what you're looking for?")

Blade chuckled while closing his eyes with a smirk before teleporting aside Comber.

"It's good to know you're still resilient even directly after your recovery. Must complement you on that."

Comber ignored Blade complement. The two colts arrived the at the storage for unit supplies. Blade calmly opened the door to it with his magic. Seems like Blade doesn't need a key?

Comber walked to his production unit storage and opened the door. After setting the crate down in it's specification spot he exited the storage room. Comber turned around and locked the door.

"Good."

"Are you just going to narrate my actions Blade?"

"Haha! No. In here on orders like I said."

"Fine then let's get this office visit over with."

Both colts exited the production storage facility. *bang.*

"Feeling any discomfort?"

"Besides a certain orange colt at my side. No."

"Tch. Rude. Just checking on you, you know?"

"Didn't ask to be checked up on after my recovery."

"You're just like his father..."

"Huh?"

"Oh, ignore me. *Chuckles.*

Both colts arrived at the office door. Why was it dark around this area now? Granfer's must be trying to intimate employees. That won't work on Comber if so. A light flickered on and off.

"Ugh... got to fix that."

Blade doesn't like faulty maintenance. The orange colt placed a hoof on the doorknob.

"Ready Comber?"

"Just do it."

A stern sound could be heard from the doorknob opening. Once the door opened, Granfer was in view.