The Quest for Changeling Dust

     "So let me see if I got this straight. You want us to join you, a guy we're to call Riablo 'cuz your not gonna give us your real name, a guy who wears a mask that changes your voice, and take the the only high-tech weapons in all of Equestria, which you happen to have, to murder a hell of a lotta changelings in order to collect an extremely powerful drug worth $600 a pound," said Sarge, "and we get to pick whatever weapons we want from your armory?"

     I watched as he looked around my vault filled with guns, swords, knives, explosives, etc. I chuckled at the hungry look in his eyes. He was tall, about 6' 9", an African-American-Equestrian with brown hair and eyes. He was really well built. I finally said, "You seem to get the idea."

     "Well I'm sure as hell in," he replied.

     "So what's the pay?" asked 'Tiny Tank' Tim. He certainly earned his nickname. Standing at only 4'2" he was built like a truck. Veins seem to pop out from every inch of his body with his muscle build making him look like a viking. His long blond hair and brown eyes only complemented this look.

     I answered him, "A sixth of the profit each while the man who pays for the supplies gets two-sixths."

     "Oddly fair for mob work, I'm in," said Tim.

      "What can you tell us about the creatures?" asked the third man. Sensei Seth, a martial arts  master, stood a little to the back in the shadows. His eyes were a shocking green and his hair was jet black.

He wore white clothes with his black belt. He was niether particularly tall or particularly short at a fair 5' 8" tall.

     "They're evil creatures that prey on the innocent and transform into their loved ones. They feed off their energy until the prey dies," I explained, "They often attack villages and towns."

     "Well then I'm in just to rid Equestria of these beasts," said Seth, "though...... the other perks are nice."

     "Then you have an hour to choose your gear, meet back here," I told them turning. I walked straight to the glass case with my gear. I put on my bullet proof camo suit with a jacket loaded with gear. The 8-inch dagger I brought from Earth hangs on my hip. My military grade assault rifle is strapped to my back. My belt serves as a container for six grenades, plus a holster for my pistol, and I finally put back on my helmet. I can't trust them to see my face. It looks like a cross between a full head motorcycle helmet, a swat helmet, and a gas mask. Oh, and it's camo.

     I go back to where I spoke to the group, the door to the vault right next to an atomic bomb. The first back was the sensei. Seth had an odd collection. On his back in an X shape were to sheathed katanas. Crossing down the middle of the swords was a strapped sniper-rifle. A pouch of shurikens hung off of his left while a pouch of kunai knives hung off his right. In his hands were to Uzis with silencers.

     "The weapons kind of clash," he said with a smirk, "but they're all quiet, quick, and deadly." He sat down on a box labeled 'Danger Explosives' and waited for the rest.

     The next to come was Tim, whose gear was similar to mine. He wore a swat uniform, and he was wearing a sash made of ammo like you see in the movies. He found a dagger similar to mine and had it strapped to his thigh. In his hands was an AK-47.

     "Kay, I'm ready to go, where's Sarge?" asked Tim. Right as he said this Sarge stepped around the corner ready to take down the whole royal guard. He held an assault rifle in each arm, a camo suit that had nearly every inch covered in grenades, a sledgehammer hanging off his side, and an actual bazooka strapped to his back.

     "LET'S GET THIS PARTY FUCKING STARTED!" he yelled excitedly.

     "Now that everyone's ready, there's a hive twenty miles west of Hooflyn. I estimated they'll make there move onto the town within twenty-four hours. Our ride's waiting out side," I told them.

     I nearly laughed when I heard their gasps at the RHINO. It's a heavily armed all-terrain vehicle with eight wheels, missile safe armor, and guns pointing out of all sides. A missile laucher sticks out of the front and a man controlled machine gun turrent sits on the top.

     "DIBS ON THE TURRENT!" yelled Sarge as he easily hopped on top, " Have fun on the inside." I drove the RHINO while Tim and Seth manned the weapons. We drove for nearly three hours untill we were in the mountains. We could see the city lights in the distance. I spotted the two guards in front of the hive's entrance.

      "That is a changeling," I whispered to my new partners pointing at the insect like creatures.

      "Damn, that thing is fugly," Sarge decided.

     "MmmHmm," Seth and Tim agreed.