Its out of control now. Story of an F.P.I agent.

‘Dear Faust, my head burns.’

I gained consciousness, and noticed I was upside down. I was blindfolded, but I could see a through a crack on top of my blindfold. My rear hooves were tied to a pole a few feet above the ground, my head was inches from the cement floor. There was blood on the ground.

My blood.

It was dark. There was little light. Like light from lanterns and torches. I tried to use my magic to teleport. But my magic would not work. I strained against my bindings without any success.

“Yo! Boss! He’s awake!” I heard from across the room, then, a door slamming open.

“Finally! The little cocksuker has been making me wait. Those mares are worn out. You can have them boys. Leave me and Smith alone for a moment.”

Cheers could be heard.

‘That voice, I know I have heard it before. I can’t remember. All I know is I hate it. Where am I? Some kind of prison? No, no, I wouldn't be there. All I remember is the cave and Agent Barret. Does he have the document? Where is he?’

My thoughts raced. I was starting to panic.

I heard hoof steps coming towards me. They sounded just like my father’s hoof steps in my memories as he was walking towards my crib in the hospital.

“Wakey wakey, sunshine.” The voice said, in a maniacal way.

I groaned, but my mouth was gagged. I felt a hoof strike my face. Hard. I was surprised I did not black out.

“I SAID WAKE THE BUCK UP!”

I yelled loudly, “Im awake! Im awake!” but it came out as; “MMMph MMMph.”

“Oh good, I was getting worried. Now stay awake. I can’t scan your memories when you are asleep.”

I yelled again, “Back the hay up!” but, it was muffled once again.

“Oh? What was that? Hm? Hm? I can’t hear you? Hehehehe.”

I felt my mouth gag get ripped off by magic.

“WHAT THE BUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME?” The voice screamed, as if he were right in my face.

“I said get the hay away from me! Why the hell do you need my memories?” I said with frustration, but my voice was weak.

“Oh, I thought you could piece together that one by yourself. Tsk Tsk. I expected better out of you. But if you want to be a foal, I’ll explain it to you simply. Now, who are you? “ He said the last sentence with a mocking tone.

“Smith…ugh… Wesson.”

“And what do you doOoo?”

“…”

“Come on, answer me. This is real simple.”

“…”

Shit, shouldn't have ignored him.

I felt my face get punched 2 times. I swear even harder than the first time. I tried to swing back, but my hooves were tied.

Blood was seeping out of my cheeks and out of my mouth.

“Does that bitch Celestia really trust you with taking us down? She is more oblivious than I thought."

Okay, if you Insult me, whatever. Insult my friends, buck you. Insult the Princesses? The only reason this isn't a war torn land? It gets personal.

“Im asking nicely, calm down.” I growled, though, in my position, it was hard to be intimidating.

“Calm down? You want me too bucking calm down? IS THAT IT? Or do you want me to make sure you never reproduce again? Im suree that will make me calm down, watching you BLEED! Now, answer me, what.Do.YOU.DO?”

Jesus, this guy is on some sort of drugs. His violent behavior is unprecedented.

“Im..Im the director of the FPI. They protect Equestria from ponies like you.”

“Wrong. They try to. Because, based on the fact we have you, their leader, they failed. Now, do you still need me to explain this to you? We have you, now what does that mean for the FPI?”

It dawned on me, “Buck, no leader.”

“And what does that mean for ponies like “me.”?”

It means that the FPI will be too busy looking for me, instead of prepping for…

“Answer me!”

These ponies could easily get away with anything. I was the leader of the FPI, If I was gone, they can’t just replace me right away. Especially since before the cave, I sent them a letter, saying that I have Priority 1 Intel. That means sacrifices can be made in order to receive the Intel. But I could not risk sending the document me and Barret found thru magic. It had to be hoof delivered.

“A distraction.” I replied with dread.

“And Bingo was his name-O! C-day is only 7 days away. You've only been here for 2, time flies when you're having fun. And when C-day happens, Equestria will see a new day.”

I have not heard that term, but I do remember voices talking about an invasion, now, I know the voices belonged to the two guards.

“I heard your goons talking about that. Invasion, war, whatever you goons want to call it. You really think you and your band of thugs can take on the entire Equestrian military?”

“What? You think it’s just us? You really?- oh man this is rich!”

I heard laughing, a maniacal laughing.

“You think we are that stupid? After all we've done?”

I felt him get in real close to my face. His warm, smelly breath reached my nose. He whispered in my ear, “This is not just some revolution, this is nations coming together to bring down an empire.”

What is he talking about? Equestria has great relations with every nation. Well, the griffons are a little iffy, but still.

He laughed as I felt him pull away his face. “ Your memories are sure to provide us with all we need to know.”

“You won’t win this, I swear on my life, I WILL kill you.”

“Oh-oh. That’s cute. You think you can do anything to me? Hm? You’re my bitch. In Canterlot, with your little, “Agency” friends, you thought you could touch me, but no. In my BUCKING kingdom, I rule. You’re lucky I haven’t sliced you open yet. Now let’s get back to putting you through mental torture, hm?”

I felt my face be lifted up; I could feel breath on my face, and then my blind fold was ripped off. And right there to meet me, were two white eyes with golden pupils. And black as night fur. With a dark golden magic aura. But there was one thing I noticed more than anything, on his chest, in red ink was a tattoo, a tattoo that I have not seen since the night my father was killed.

A red X.

“Sweet dreams, Smith”

His horn glowed with more intensity as the aura wrapped around my head, and I began to drift off into my sea of memories.

Then I realized, he was my target, the madpony.

Sirus Night. Code-named : “Siren”