The three of them sat at a fast food restaurant. After talking with Micro, Sunset's belly reminded her that it was nearing lunch time. She had Shift pull over and now the three of them were enjoying a delectable meal. Sunset had three burgers, vegetarian of course. Shift had a massive plate of fries and three bottles of an unknown soda. She wouldn't let Sunset see. Dry just had a simple chicken wrap. Sunset did her best to not look at him weirdly. She had come to terms with human society long ago. She paused and looked back at the chicken. Ugh.

"So, what are we going to do next?" Dry asked, his mouth full of unmentionables.

"Next!" Sunset swallowed. "We are going to talk about our strengths and weaknesses. We need to know, at the very least, our strengths and weaknesses, if we are to effectively work as a team."

Dry wauw'ed and clapped his hands a little. Sunset sighed and shook her head. This guy really was incompetent. "This is 101 team building. Seriously, what do they teach you in the CIA?"

"..."

"Hopeless!" Sunset threw her hands in the air before consoling herself with her burgers. They were exquisite. A few more minutes passed of just munching and sulking. Shift seemingly oblivious to all of this and a rare content smile playing on her lips. As for Dry, he was constantly shifting his gaze back and forth between us and our foods. After a while it got annoying so she raised an eyebrow. He startled before going back to his food. "Alright, this is going nowhere. Let's begin. Hi, my name is Sunset Shimmer. My strengths lie in analyzing and observations, hand to hand combat, I am quite agile and athletic, and as Dry knows very well, I have connections everywhere. As for weaknesses. I am hot tempered, lonely, a magical being from another world disconnected from her power, bored out of my mind, annoyed with this guy," Sunset gestured to Dry, "and generally useless without her friends. Now your turn."

Sunset and Shift look to an open mouthed Dry and waited patiently. Five minutes later, he came back to reality. "Oh. Oh! Right...my strengths...Well, I've been training as an infiltrator. That means, I'm good with disguises, acting which also includes voice acting, uhh, hacking, and I'm quite agile. Need to climb walls and stuff like that." Dry smiled sheepishly, Sunset merely frowned. "Right, right. My weaknesses are uhh, indecisive, self conscious, inco...incompetent. Uhh, maybe some others?"

"Shift."

"I am driver and recon. There is nothing else you need to know."

"Alright!" Sunset clapped her hands and rubbed them together. "That was not uncomfortable nor not useless." She sighed heavily, a hand caressing her forehead. "Alright, let's just bounce. Stick, get us close to Money Bags' mansion."

***

On the way there, Sunset decided to sit in the back and had Dry sit shotgun. One could say she wanted privacy, and while that was somewhat true, there was something she wanted to check out. There was an inconspicuous red car hanging out in the parking lot of the fast food restaurant. License plate was MLP-222. What caught her attention though, were the shady characters in the car. Four of them, all dressed in black and not one of them got out the entire time Sunset and her crew were eating. If she was a betting person, which she was every once in a while, she'd bet that they were Money's men. She chose not to tell Dry or Shift. Her reasons were quite simple, Dry was completely useless and she didn't trust Shift in the slightest.

Their car swerved to the right as they exited the highway. Up they went before turning to the right and back on another highway. As inconspicuously as possible, Sunset eyed the space behind them and sure enough, the red car was there. Sunset slumped back into her seat and sighed. Great. Just great. If she were to bet a second time, they definitely had guns or some type of explosive.

"Shift, you know where to go, right?"

"Yes."

"Good, then take the next right." There was a pause, then Shift nodded.

Their car took the exit and now they were outside of Canterlot in a small town called Canterbury. Moments later the red car followed. Sunset opened her mouth to rattle of directions, but Shift had already nodded before a single word was uttered and their car shot forwards, sending both Sunset and Dry to the floor.

"Woah!" Dry scrambled back up into his seat. His forehead now sported a red splotch. "Whats happening?"

"We have a tail." Shift said nonchalantly while simultaneously drifting us through a 45 degree angle curve and sped past a confused grandma. "Don't put your seatbelts, but brace yourselves."

And the chase began.

Stick Shift lived up to her name as she throttled that stick into shifting the car into modes Sunset was sure a regular car didn't have. Lefts, rights, straight, backwards, sideways, Sunset even swore they went diagonal once. Despite her priding herself on keeping track of even the most hectic displays, Shift's driving was an entirely different beast to behold. Before she knew it, they had lost the red car and were back on the highway.

She let out a sigh of relief.

It was short lived once she spotted a green car and a black car closing in the gap. The windows rolled down and heads popped out. The green car's skylight opened up also letting a would-be hitman climb onto the roof. Without thinking, she grabbed Shift's and Dry's head and forced them down right before the car was lit up and sounds of glass shattering could be heard.

"DRIVE!"

The car shot forward, weaving in and around cars and trucks like they didn't even exist. The sudden distance that they gained by Shift's driving gave Sunset a breath of relief. "Shift, does this car have any weapons?"

"My Hecate is in the back."

Dry was shaking on the cramped floor. His wide eyes conveyed everything. As for Shift, she merely had a mild frown which only deepened by the sudden appearance of five more cars, two of which were on the other side of the highway. At this point, civilian cars and trucks were pulling over and turning away from the inevitable showdown. That was a problem, this meant their car was exposed.

"May I use your sniper?"

"No."

Sunset swallowed another sigh and asked, "well, then do we have any other weapons?"

"I believe there is a Five Seven under your seat. Mags are underneath the floor." She threw the wheel to the left, pressing Dry to the door and flinging Sunset onto her side. There was a loud scraping noise then a horridly loud shriek as metal was ripped out of its place. Then it was relatively smooth from there, ignoring the screeching of terrified civilian drivers and the occasional spattering of gunshots peppering our car. Sunset took this moment to scramble for the pistol.

This wasn't her first time holding a gun, so the feeling wasn't all that foreign. She quickly loaded a magazine and unlocked the safety. All this while ducked underneath the seats, so as to not get shot. Sunset took a breath in and out, trying her best to drown out the noises around her with her own silence. Then with a large exhaled breath, she popped up from her crouched position and quickly took stock. Three cars that are currently firing upon them. Sunset aimed to the left and let out a shot. It went wide. Sunset ducked back down and placed a heart over her racing heart. Crap.

"Do...do you...uhhh...need help?" Dry's offer sounded just as scared as he looked, which to say was downright terrified.

"Just sit tight, Dry. I've got this. Pick up the pace, Shift." As the car picked up speed, Sunset poked up once again and took more time to make sure she got it right. The gunners were currently reloaded and trying to compensate for the quicker pace. Alright, just like the teacher told you. Breath in, aim down the iron sights, aim higher than the target, compensate for the wind, squeeze the trigger, and just like that, one gunman down. The bullet struck him in the upper arm, but the surprise and the force of the actual bullet had him tumbling out of the window before rolling away on the pavement. That looked like he died. If he hadn't died from the shock or the fall, he definitely would've died from being driven over. He definitely, in no way, survived that.

Sunset felt sick.

She swallowed the bile and steeled her nerves. Waited patiently for the rattling pause, popped out of her cover and took aim. Bang. The bullet pinged off the hood of the third. The second cracked the windshield of the second car. She ducked back down right before the gunners spray. Sunset's heart started getting a bit too uncomfortably fast. Her breathing came in quick short breaths and her chest felt too hot. What was worse was the spinning, despite her sitting in a relatively tight area. She took many calming breaths, trying to bring her heart rate down. The world tilted so Sunset pushed out her hands and gripped the seats. More deep breaths.

In.

Out.

Crap. What was wrong with her?

"Hey, Sunset?"

"What!?" It came out more like a forced wheeze.

"You don't look good. Here, let me." With complete calm, Dry Clean wiggled past the seat that separated the front and the back and plucked the Five Seven out of Sunset's iron grip like it was nothing, all the while keeping his head down. Sunset opened her mouth to protest but found no words. Dry simply smiled with ease that scared her.

He showed three fingers.

Then two.

One.

He rose up in that constantly shifting car, in the direct line of fire of trigger happy henchmen, and simply took aim. 16 shots later and the mag now empty, four resounding booms echoed around the highway and made their way into Sunset's ears, rattling around in her head. Dry handed the now empty Five Seven back to the shivering Sunset before slipping back into the front seat.

"By the way, I've got top marks in marksmanship."

Author's Note

Car chase! Man, I don't know how to write a chase scene. Was it good? No idea. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoyed it and may your day/night be good!