In a split second, Spy had a rose in his mouth, and was leaning Octavia backwards. The poor mare had no clue why a strange yet unusually handsome stallion had swept her off her hooves in such a way, and looked as though she was considering head-butting him. I would have done it a while ago, had he not have been a character from a game; he was French, and I remember French people as being consistently angry. "For you, Mon petit Chau fleur." Spy said in a charming way. Octavia was now red, much to the amusement of the girls around her. "On behalf of my friend Thunder Mustang, I give you a rose; a token of adoration."
"SPY!" I shouted over the giggling of mares. "DON'T MAKE ME REMOVE YOUR HEAD WITH A CROWBAR!" The Frenchman chuckled, picked Octavia up, and moved away from her. Everypony else was confused as to what happened, which basically boiled down to Octavia being violated by a mysterious stallion of mystery and backstabs. "Sorry, Octi. He's French."
"Um, it's quite alright." coughed the mare as she put the rose in her mane. "And the rose is from you?" I did buy the rose, gave it to Spy, and then expected him to give it to Fluttershy, who was clearly his Waifu.
"No. Well, yes. Possibly. I don't give a shit. Yes." I could already feel the pink glow of embarassment coming from the lights at my wing-tips. "Spy was supposed to give it to Fluttershy, who he lo-" A pip-boy fell over my mouth.
"Not a word, coward." snarled Spy, before looking back to the group. "He meant loathes. I loathe her, and a rose is a symbol of hatred where I'm from." The pip-boy left my mouth.
"Really?" I laughed, expertly deflecting the hooves moving for my mouth. "I'm from the same place as you, and a rose is a universal sign of loving!" The girls nearby laughed at the red-faced Frenchman, who shrivelled slightly, before disappearing with his invisi-watch. "Ahhh, anyway. We were just on our way to say goodbye to the girls; Dok, Spy, and I are off back to Crowme for...work." I explained.
"Well, have fun." Vinyl chuckled. "I'll look after your brother for ya!"
"OH! I haven't dick-slapped him for dating you yet." I remembered. Vinyl went red. In fact, fuck it, everybody went red at some point. There. Now I don't need to type that every fucking time. The girls looked at Vinyl with shit-eating smirks, and that's what I remember as I left. I can only assume Vinyl was humiliated. I laughed, but then got a tad concerned. I'd angered a trained master of international espionage, and he was invisible. That meant my back could be penetrated at any moment with a butterfly knife. But considering he was also part-Speavy, there was also the chance of being head-busted with an AWPer Hand. So if I did another stupid thing, I was pretty much fucked.

"So," Slide said loudly, grabbing attention as Spy and myself went down in the gilded elevator to the facility. "Finally came home, huh?" The lift slowed to a halt, before the doors slid open. A few ponies I recognised from the wedding gave nods as they went by, and I returned them. "Suppose you're not to good for us, after all."
"Nah, why would I think that?" I asked. "And anyway, after the battle, you might have noticed the massive influx in the weapons I have available. That's because I met the friend of Rogue, here, and he helped me get these wings, and when I apparently saved his life, he offered for me to help him opening old boxes and having the guns and explosives inside, not to mention the hats. So, yes, you could say that, and no, you guys are probably better than me." I looked around at the new additions to the room; sculptures, paintings, and what looked like CCTV systems. "How much did all the new shit pull us off budget?"
"About...4 million bits for all the things in this facility." Slide calmly replied as we began to trot towards the stairs. Handsome Rogue, or Spy, had already gone over to a balcony, pulled out his cigarette case, and changed his cigarette for a fresh one. "Bear in mind we're one of the richest and most influential clans in Equestria after that wedding, and consider that we received a billion on top of the 500 million we already had before that. Basically, buying this stuff made no dents in our funds. And another fun thing; we got new recruits, and I just decided you're teaching them." I stopped.
"You're kidding, right?" I groaned. "Seriously, considering how I'm possessed by about 4 or 5 evil spirits by now, with most giving me powers of some sort, I don't think it's fair if I teach some newbies how to shank somebody with a piece of sharpened ham-bone*."
"Tough luck." a female voice cut in. Both of us turned, and stood behind us with a smirk on her face was Spitfire. She was wearing her military officer's uniform and Aviator shades, looking like she genuinely didn't care I was a hostel for spirits. "You'll be teaching them. They see what the hell happened to you, they'll try harder to train as assassins." I rolled my eyes.
"I'll bring a shipment of Tryhard Trousers** next time I come here." I muttered. "Until then, fine. How many, and any memorable names?" Spitfire pulled out a clipboard in a hoof, and looked down on it. She counted for a moment, mouth moving silently as she went over the list.
"About 30." replied the golden Pegasus. She scanned the list again. "Memorable names...mm-mm-mmmm...I...yep. You have Captain Scorch-Mane of the Royal Guards, one of his orderly officers named Serrated Edge, and...umm...hmm. I don't know if I heard about this guy, but he has a weird name worth laughing at."
"Is it Penis BackflipMcCoy of Arseville?" I asked calmly. Spitfire looked like she was trying not to laugh.
"Ahem, uh, n-no. Ahem. His name is 'Jane Doe'. Apparently he made it past Officers' training and is now...'Commandur of BLu sqaudrun in his new land of...Hoarseland.' Right..." I was facehoofing severely. If the description and lack of spelling told me correctly who I thought it was, I was going to have a shitty life as a teacher.

Author's Note

*Ghost is best ham-bone.
**Otherwise known as; The Breakneck Baggies.