Due to some odds goings onz with FanFiction yesterday, I wasn't able to manage my stories. Which meant, I couldn't upload them until now and it really ticked me off. Sorry about the inconvinance, and enjoy the chapter!

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Sent in From Christ's Disciple: I dare for Blitz and Rainbow and Zeke and Trixie to go on a double date to a restaurant. Here's the real kicker, though. The restaurant is run by Pinkie and Deadpool. And Discord is the waiter.

Zeke's POV

"How come we had to get knocked unconscious, but you two didn't?" I asked as the two of them just looked at their menus while on their side of the table with their own glasses of water. While me and Trixie sat on our side. Still recovering from being hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat. Courtesy of Deadpool.

"It's all part of the dare." Rainbow Dash said with a shrug, both of their faces still dug in their menus. She didn't really sound happy with us at the moment, but it was obvious as to why she would be mad. Especially with all the dares and implications we make about her and Blitz. In fact...

"How's come you two aren't even complaining about this dare?" Trixie asked. "Trixie knows that this is still to get to us, but how come you're not mad at Pinkie for it?"

And at the same time, almost as if they planned it, Rainbow and Blitz let their menus fall to the table and nodded at each other in complete unison. "Actually...I chose this dare." Blitz admitted, Rainbow letting him explain it.

"You did?" I asked with a nod. "Well, I guess that's one way to ask Rainbow Dash out on a da-" At that moment, two menus hit me in the face painfully. "Ow..." I groaned as I rubbed my sore face.

"Let's get one thing straight. We did this to torture you. This was just a small set-back. And compared to the other stuff you've put us through, we'll gladly admit that we went on a date." Rainbow Dash said with a shrug. "Besides. Because we're putting you through this dare, we were able to find another trick through that stupid contract."

"What?!" I asked, now suddenly terrified. How did they find another loop-hole?!

"Yep!" Blitz said with a smiling glare. "Since there were two dares for the same thing..."

Sent in from Christ's Disciple: I dare you two go on a date in Ponyville.

"That...That's it?" I asked, not flinching anymore. "Really? You two nearly scare us to death, and that's your big loop-hole?!"

"Oh, you have no idea." Rainbow Dash said, joining Blitz with a smiling glare. "Blitz's dare was incredibly tame compared to mine. Because it'll only get more chaotic from here."

"You called?" Discord asked, looking up from his menu. Acting as if he was a customer that had been here the whole time.

"Yeah. I think we're ready to order. I'll just take a plate of hay fries. Blitz?" She asked, smiling as if nothing was wrong with this picture at all. This scaring me more than it should've.

"Uh...Well I somehow lost my menu so..." Blitz said as if he forgot that he threw it me or something. "Oh, what the hay. I'll just take a cotton candy cloud with a side of some licorice lightning bolts... Oh, and a glass of chocolate milk."

Discord snapped his fingers and made Rainbow Dash's fries appear. And in a shocking twist, they were ordinary hay fries. No joke about them or anything. "Red licorice or black? And what color cotton candy?"

"Red and...Surprise me." Blitz said with a shrug. Getting his glass of chocolate milk right away. And Discord snapped his fingers again. Giving Blitz a blue cotton candy cloud in the shape of Rainbow Dash for a joke.

"Okay, that's disturbing..." Rainbow Dash said. And in retaliation, the cloud of herself turning and spit on her hay fries. Coating them with ketchup before the RD cloud turned into a normal cotton candy cloud. "...As was that."

"Well, you did make it mad." Discord said with a fold of his arms as Blitz just glared at him before forcing the cloud to stay on his plate. Reaching into the cloud to try and get one of the licorice lightning bolts.

"Hey, what about us?!" Trixie asked I anger from being ignored. "Where's our food?!"

"It'll be out in a second." Discord said with an annoyed frown. Well can you blame me? Restaurant customers these days. No thankfulness for the waiters!

...Uh...Please don't talk to me Discord...It's confusing enough that I'm writing as me in a fictional story...

"What do you mean out in a second? We haven't even ordered anything!" I said in both anger and confusion.

"I know that." Discord said with a frown that was almost challenged me to talk down to him again. "Our own Chef Pink has made a dish made just for you two...Ahehe...Hehehe...Ahahahahahahaha!" Discord tried to keep himself from laughing, which he wasn't doing a good job of.

Luckily, he was just stopped by the sound of a door opening. "Well, here comes your waiter! Goodbye!" And with that, he left in a flash...No, literally. A flash, and he was gone.

"H-h-h-h...Here you..." Me and Trixie both turned to see Deadpool standing with a very scared and disturbed look. He had a fancy moustache stuck to his mask, and was holding two silver platters with each hand.

"Come on man! You got this!" A random, crazy sounding voice called out. A text bubble appearing with the words it said next to Deadpool.

"At least she had the decency to give the orders to you in covered up platters..." Another voice, a calmer one at that, said. A different kind of text bubble reading out what he said.

"Eh...Good point. Whelp!" Deadpool said, putting the platters in front of the both of us. Revealing to us that they were- "Two Cheesy Chimichangas! ENJOY!" Deadpool finished for me, running as far away as he could comically.

Seriously? Can I even finish one sentence without someone breaking fourth wall?

Oh great! Deadpool accidentally left us behind!
Well, as long as we're still here and making the writer go insane with our fourth wall breaking text and bold/underlined font, let's go ahead and respond to the top three comments. Maybe that'll teach him to stop trying to challenge fourth wall physics.
Really?! That's awesome! I'll go first! *Ahem*...

3: Christ's Disciple. For the QotC: I'd say the librarian is the librarian we seen in the Crystal Empire. The janitor, I'm just gonna guess the gardener from Celestia's royal gardens. And, I have no guess on the teacher.

For the story: My favorite part was Morgue breaking the fourth wall. If Joe breaks the fourth wall, Joe will be tied for the number one position. Though, if Big Mike breaks it, he is my favorite of the three humans. Anyways, great start. On a side note, can't wait to see what dares they all pick for the hosts.

Well, those are some good guesses! But we'll have to fail you! Ya know why?!
Here's a hint: You didn't name them.
As for Morgue: Yeah, he is pretty good at his fourth wall jokes! Still, he has a lot to learn!
Oh I do? Because if you ask me, I think that I'm pretty good at it already. Oh by the way, here's the churros and chimichangas you two asked me to get.
M-Morgue? Well, this just got more interesting. That's some pretty boring font though...
Yeah well, it was either this, or steal one of your fonts. Which would just be confusing.
Good point...Well, since you're our guest, we'll let you answer the next comment!
Really?! Sweet! Thank you amigos!
Anything for a random guy from prison who brought in chimichangas.
And churros! *NOM-NOM*

2: SomeRandomBrony.
Twilight is the librarian...
AppleJack is the Janitor...
Rarity is the Teacher...

Uh...Amigo? I think if it was some of the mane six, then we'd get more than a mention of them suddenly being there. Besides, why only three of them?
He does make a good point!
You're just agreeing with Morgue because of the churros, aren't you?Well duh! Don't get me wrong, chimichangas are gifts from the heavens and above! But they're getting too mainstream. So...CHURROS! *NOM-NOM-NOM*
Right...By the way, this is an honest question here. Where did Rarity becoming a teacher come from? Wouldn't it be AJ as the janitor like you said. Rarity, the crystal obsessed librarian. And Twilight the teacher who likes her job a little too much?
Well it's ISS. Ya know, In School Suspension? But I haven't met her in the story yet so...Who knows. Maybe she's got some secret love for ISS. The kind of love Deadpool's got for Death.
WOAH! Keep it teen man! Keep it teen!
What? Oops! Sorry señor!

1: Swift Lightning.

Awesome! We get to see the criminal trio again!
QotC: Librarian is Rarity, Janitor that takes pride in the school's landscaping? Sounds like Blitz to me! No idea what ISS is but I'd guess the new teacher would be Cherilee?
Hi!
Swift?! What are you doing?! Get out of my review!
Relax I just wanted to ask Zeke a question.
Fine. Be quick.
When are you gonna add better uniforms for P.L.E.A.S.E instead of just badges? And could you PLEASE ( See what I did there? ) pair me up with somepony other than Berry Punch?! Maybe Cloudchaser? She would probably be more helpful!
Is that all Swift?
Yep!
Good. Now let me finish the review
Review? Oh oh! To anypony reading this I say hi!
Stop breaking the fourth wall Swift...
No promises! I'm gonna go say hi to Blitz in the next intro!
Only if Zeke lets you that is...
He will won't he?
I dunno. I don't write this.

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...Well...Boys, I think we some competition...
...Si...
...D...
E, F, G! H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O-
Teen Morgue! Keep it Teen!
...Q, R, S! T, U, V! W, X!, Y, and Z!...Wait a second, 'AND' is a letter?! I knew my 4th Grade teacher was wrong!

Well, that's all folks! C-U-N-AND later!

...I GIVE UP! The fourth wall is non-existent here!

"So why was Deadpool so scared to give us our meals?" Trixie said as she levitated hers up to eat.

"Yeah. I mean, it was freaking Deadpool." I said, picking up my food too. "One; these are chimichangas. Two; this was all part of a dare. So why would he be so scared about it?"

As both of us started eating our food, all while being given slightly evil grins by Dash and Blitz. "What?" We both asked in, what I am sad to say, complete unison.

"This...Was my dare." Rainbow Dash said, now glaring at us as if she was the villain in the series.

Sent in from Stuhlinger: I dare Zeke to eat this own leg.

"Wait..." I said, swallowing that last bit of chimichanga from nervous instinct. "My...Own leg..." And looking down under the table's cloth where his leg was, I saw that one was...Well, you get the idea. "This is my...L-l-l-leg..." I fell unconscious. My face hitting the plate beneath him.

Trixie, now very concerned, used her own intro magic to regenerate my leg for me. Healing me completely before sighing in relief. "That was close. You're very sick, you know that?" She asked Rainbow, still only seeing her now glaring at her. "W-what are you looking at?"

"Two words..." Rainbow started, keeping the glare fixed on Trixie. "Loop. Hole."

Sent in from Uzumaki 3: I dare Trixie to eat MEAT.

"M-m-me-MEAT?!" She asked, immediately spitting out the piece that was still in her mouth. "EW! That is disgusting! Why would you make me eat that?! Oh dear Celestia, I need something to wash that out with!"

"Here you are." Discord said from above. Placing two large drinks in front of the two of us filled with a familiar purple liquid. Of course, Trixie didn't even look at it as she just started chugging it.

And after chugging it down almost halfway, she finally stopped to breath. Me waking back up by this point. "Oh, this actually tastes bearable. What is it?" She asked, a little interested in knowing what it is. Of course by this point, I think any pony would be asking about everything they're eating/drinking.

"Oh that? Why, it's just a simple love poison is all." Discord said nonchalantly, high-hoofing Rainbow and Blitz in victory before disappearing. The two of them just putting on paper bags so they wouldn't be seen by Trixie.

"Wait, what?! Please tell me you didn't give some to...Zeke..." She said, turning towards me and instantly making the potion kick in. Too bad I hadn't heard anything before all of this.

"Oh man, please tell me I have something to at least wash-down that...meal..." I said in disgust.

"Here you go handsome." Trixie said, levitating me the drink. Earning a confused look, but I went along with it and drank it. None the wiser.

"And that was Pinkie's dare..." Blitz said with a nod.

Sent in from 1250nick: I dare blitz or any one of the mane 6 (still no rainbow dash) to trick Zeke or Trixie drink a leftover bowl of love poison.

"Yep!" Pinkie says, looking at all of you as she jumps out from under the table. "Pretty neat, huh?! Oh, and since this is as good a time as ever for it...Sledzax." She whispered so Blitz and Rainbow couldn't hear her.

"Wait, what was that Pink-" Suddenly, the licorice lightning that was still in the cotton candy cloud, trust me I'm confused and I'm writing this, crashed. Scaring Rainbow Dash into Blitz and knocking them both over. Making her land on top of him and lock lips with him for what has to be the hundredth time.

"And with all that done, I will leave you all for now! Expect Twilight and Spike's dares tomorrow!" Pinkie said with a huge smile on her face. "Oh and..."

Her mane goes flat as she just frowns at all of you. "No more gory/Cupcakes suggestions...You're all really getting on my nerves with them...And since none of them can actually die in these intros, I'm getting annoyed..." She then has her mane puff back up and resumes smiling.

Disclaimer (As told by Pinkie Pie): Zeke does not own anything except Blitz, Morgue, Joe, Jéan, Big Mike, Mapleborough High School (Which is fake), Dino, Theo *Breath* himself, and the idea for this story! And nothing else! Goodbye!

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Jéan Loc's POV

(Five Days Ago)

"And I'm telling you! You were so drunk, I had to literally keep you from jumping into the street!" Greg Starling said, laughing at the memory of just what happened last Friday. Which I knew for a fact, was not the truth. The guy always exaggerated everything, and I mean everything, to the point where it always sounded like he was a hero.

What really happened was I drank like four or five beers, then almost tripped through the door until he caught me. Still, there was no point in trying to tell that guy that he was wrong, so I gave up by this point.

"Fine. You're a savior among drunks everywhere. Happy?" I asked, admitting his title. Of course, that only made him laugh some more before he said his goodbye, Needing to go somewhere else in the building to do his job. Which I guess now would be a good time to explain just what I do.

I work in the local police station as a pretty high up investigator. I just followed up on leads, did patrols, and brought in whatever trash washed up in and around the town. I, like most cops, didn't really like deskwork. I could bare it, but I would take working out of the office every chance I get. Even if it was just sitting on the side of the road and waiting for some maniac to speed on by.

It was Tuesday right now, and I was ready to sweat out another week. At least my job wasn't really that boring. I mean, getting cursed out to the point where Cops looked like a kid's show was pretty interesting to say the least.

Not only that, but at least my co-workers were all pretty great as far as co-workers could go. I mean, other than one just one other person, everyone else at least acted a little nice towards me. Too bad that one person that hated me was the one person who actually mattered. And she literally hated my guts. I swear, she makes it part of her job to make my job harder.

Sadly, that one worker was my superior. Fiona Delcross. She was able to tell me whatever she wanted me to do within reason. And unless I could get to my office before she spotted me, I was always stuck doing the same thing everyday.

"Hey Jean. I need you to go over some files and regulations today." She said, coming up behind me and doing the one thing that always made me lose it. Pronounce my name wrong.

"That...Is not how you say my name..." I said through my teeth. Trying my hardest not to snap at her and get fired. Because that was exactly why she did it. I almost made her lose her job since we both used to have the same job. In fact, she was actually my partner before. But when we needed to make budget cuts and fire a few people, I focused on keeping myself from getting fired. And apparently that translated to, 'Fire her. She's a horrible worker.' I never even turned against her either.

Still, she knew how I hated my name being pronounced wrong. It might've been spelled like the pants 'jean', but Jéan was pronounced very similar to regime, or sheen. I swear every time someone made that mistake, I feel like losing it.

"Sorry, I'll remember that next time." She said dismissively as she went off to her office. Just like every time she said my name wrong, she never tried to say my name the right way. If she wasn't my boss, I swear she'd learn the hard way just what my name was.

Not having a choice but to do as she said, I just turned and walked for my office. Going in and getting my laptop ready to look over all the deskwork I had to do. There was more than enough to hold me over for all of today and then some. Including having to file all the paperwork, organizing investigations for break-ins or assault charges that had to be looked into today, and of course, helping to sort out all calls anyone had made.

The calls were simple enough, so I decided to sort them out a little before focusing on something else. The first part was pretty easy, if not time-consuming. I just had to separate them from actual problems or fake/pointless ones. From there, I threw out the fake problems and divided up the real ones based on what kind of issue it was about. Break-ins, suspicious activity, grand-theft auto, etc.

Of course the immediate emergencies were siphoned out for me. Since all of them were responded right away, it didn't need to be organized and dealt with later. It just skipped the phone stage and eventually came back as paperwork to organize. Fun, I know...

I started the first call. The officer that responded to it, I couldn't point out who it was by voice alone, as always, so I didn't bother. The officer started the call professionally like she was supposed to, but the caller was going nuts right now. Practically screaming into the phone like a mad-woman as all of her words sounded jumbled and rushed. The officer tried to calm her down, but it just made her act even more crazy. She sounded angry, but all I could make out from it was something about her car getting hit by someone.

Then the call ended suddenly as the officer asked the woman to calm down. Apparently the caller hung up since she was getting answers fast enough. So knowing that this call was pretty much pointless, I put it in the pointless file and moved on.

The second one was from an apartment complex. Some of the tenants had brought forwards complaints and concerns to the manager about seeing blood just outside on of the doorways. The manager explained the problem to another officer, this time being calm and not crazy, and the officer said that we'd send in someone to investigate the room as soon as possible.

Knowing immediately that this was serious, I sent it over to the homicide division. I might've preferred being outside the office and taking cases, but murders weren't the kind of cases I wanted to get into. Besides, even if my position is well enough to help those types of investigations, I never did. I stuck to assault cases, robberies, and other investigations.

So having a long day of listening to more calls, I got the next one ready and started listening to it. Expecting this to be a very long and dull day of deskwork.

"This is a 9-1-1 operator, what is your emergency? Do you need fire, police, or ambulance?" The officer asked.

"Hi, yes, I'd like to report two suspicious persons." A very scared woman's voice had said.

"Alright, could you tell us where you are, what these suspicious people look like, and what they are doing?" The officer asked, remaining calm like usual.

"I am at Mapleborough High School, and the two came in saying that they were working for Secret Service. They wanted to speak with two children and they had left before I got to the phone here in the main office." The lady explained further, followed by some talking in the background before they were shushed by the lady calling. A High School?! Secret Service?! This call should've been responded to immediately, how's come it's been on hold?!

"A-a High School?" The officer asked, caught off-guard by that as well. "During school hours?" She asked, trying to be sure on that subject.

By this point, I was left gawking at what I heard. Why hadn't I heard something about this before?! This was already more important than anything else.

"Yes, during school hours. At around eleven to twelve AM today." The lady confirmed. "One was African-American with dark blue eyes and pure black hair. Wearing a simple dark blue T-shirt with a somewhat professional jacket on over-top of it. She was also wearing a fedora and gloves the whole time she was here. She had on dark blue jeans, and dark blue shoes on as well. For the other one..."

The school woman paused as she, I guess, tried to collect her memory before speaking. "He was an elderly looking man, with sickly pale skin, his eyes were yellow and the whites of his eyes were red. He had grey spiked hair and a goatee." She said so fast, it was as if she was recalling a nightmare.

"Ma'am, we need you to slow down." The officer warned, sounding concerned for what she heard.

"Sorry, but it's just stuck in my head. Especially what he was wearing!" The crazed lady said.

"They're not going to believe you, just forget it!" Some other woman, who sounded old in her age, tried to reason. But the woman that called ignored her.

"He wore this insane suit! Each four parts of his upper body being in different colors and designs! His top left was a red color in a business suit design! The top right was blue and was a simple collared shirt design! The bottom left was green and looked like it was a normal T-shirt! And the bottom right was yellow and looked like part of a scuba diver's outfit!" She continued. Sounding even more terrified.

"I'm sorry miss, but I don't think that-"

"That's not all! His left pant leg was denim and resembled jeans, while the right pant leg looked cotton and like sweatpants! And on top of that, he was wearing those rubber sandal shoes!" She finally concluded the appearance, making me just sit there with a blank expression. Not even able to think of what emotion I should be feeling right now.

"Alright, we are very sorry. But I'm afraid that you are not making any sense. Please miss, just calm down for a second." The officer tried to calm the hysterical woman. Sadly, the weirdest had yet to come.

"No! You don't understand! That's not even the oddest part! This man! When I went to the conference room he and the other lady, whom was named 'Lisa Lunar' and had her own badge too, she was no where to be found! And the two children they called up had finished talking and went to lunch! But he was still there! And he was folded up!" She said with a great amount of fear in her voice.

"Oh God, you're still saying that..." The lady from earlier muttered just loud enough for the phone to pick up.

"Folded up? W-what, do you mean like...Yoga?" The officer said, very confused. But to be honest, with what the woman was saying, that was possibly the best guess she could offer.

"No! As in, he was paper!" She said, earning some kind of rustling over the phone. And after some arguing, it was obvious the two women were trying to keep the phone to themselves. "He was flat, and folded in ninety-degree angles!...He straightened himself out-give me the phone! He straightened out, and then disappeared by snapping his fingers!"

The call lasted for a good ten more seconds with nothing else except the two women fighting over the phone some more. The officer had been quiet for the rest of this. Having no words left. Then, when the call ended I just stayed in my seat. Looking at my laptop that had this recorded audio ready to either play all over again, or be placed in a file.

I stayed quiet for the next few seconds, looking at the information on the phone call. The title/reason for call was left blank since no one knew what to call this. And because this was supposed to be professional, no one could label it 'Crazy School Teacher' or anything insulting. But it wasn't the title, or lack there of, that got y attention. It was the date this call was made.

It was nearly three months ago. It was January right now, and this call was made early October.

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"What the f*ck were you thinking?!"

As I burst into Fiona's office, closed laptop in one arm, and an almost ripped off doorknob in the other, I stared her down. I couldn't care less what the others were thinking, hearing, or seeing. I was about ready to blow-up right now.

"Well that depends... Are you talking about when I was sitting in my office a few seconds ago thinking that I had my privacy? Or earlier, when I was wondering why I haven't fired you for something stupid you were obviously going to do later?" She asked with a calm, yet venomous expression and tone.

"Oh, don't give me that!" I said, slamming the door behind me. I was about to chew her out for this. "What I mean is this video that's been sitting on my agenda unannounced for three months!" I put my laptop onto her desk beside her own. Letting her open it to see exactly what I was talking about.

"And...What am I supposed to be looking at? All I see are phone calls you haven't organized yet." She told me, looking up at me with a frown. "A little detail would be nice Jean." She pointed out, saying my name wrong again! Oh I swear, if she didn't have a gun under her desk!

"The unnamed call! The one with the School and odd Secret Service!" I told her with a glare. "Why has this been left alone with no one responding to it?!"

"Well, maybe if you did your deskwork every once in a while, you'd have found this sooner." She told me, standing up and closing my laptop for me. Picking it up and handing it back to me. "Take responsibility for your errors Jean." She, incorrectly, scolded.

"Me leaving it alone has nothing to do with it! Why didn't anyone get dispatched to go investigate?!" I asked, getting to the point.

"That's even more obvious. It was obviously some kind of joke. I mean, two Secret Service agents walk into a school unannounced? That sounds like the beginning of a bad joke to me. And the punch line is that one of them is suddenly transformed into a magical Flat Stanley? Doubled with the fact that this women was acting insane and that her friend was trying to take the phone from her when she went too far? It's obviously fake." She told me, handing back my laptop.

"So...You didn't investigate any of this? You didn't go to the school? You didn't try to contact the Secret Service? No looking up the name that was told? Did you even look over any of the tapes for proof?!" I asked, trying to see if anything about this was covered. Fiona might be the very best, but she at least had some authority, skill, and smarts to earn her this position.

"We tried asking for proof, but nothing was found. Shortly after school, the power went out momentarily and the footage was lost by mistake." She told me with a shake of her head.

You know when I said she had skills and smarts? Sorry, I guess I have some kind of late-reaction hangover or something, because she is neither of those things!

"Are you kidding me?! The power, 'coincidentally' goes out before you can get the footage, and you decide to just give up then and there?!" She had gone off the deep end. Simple as that, she was straight out insane!

"You know what?...forget it." I told her, heading for the door with my laptop in tow. "This is obviously too important to just ignore. I don't care what you say, I'm taking this case for myself." I told her as I opened the door and made went halfway through before turning back to her. "And you and I both know you don't have enough authority to stop me from doing so. And if you try, I'm sure your superiors will have something else to say about it."

Closing the door behind me, I kept walking forward towards a certain desk. Not even caring about all the odd and shocked looks I was getting from everyone that I passed by. And as soon as I got to the elevator, I went in and pressed the right button to go down just one level. Leaving all of the workers above to start talking amongst themselves about what they saw not ten seconds ago.

Of course, I just waited until the elevator got down to the right floor. Opening up so I could make a B-line straight for the one person who would help me out without any objection. Greg.

His computer allowed him to look up anyone in the US database with a name, alias, location, or occupation. Not only that, but he was more skilled than anyone else when it came to tracking someone down and getting information about them. Something that I needed right now in order to find out just what this was about.

"Greg." I called out, walking over and placing my laptop on his desk as I pulled up an empty chair. "I need you to help me figure out-"

"The unnamed phone call that came in October?" He asked, smirking in victory. And as I opened my mouth to ask, he answered it. "One of the employee's sent a message to the rest of us. It's only a few minutes until all of us know just what you said." He then turned back to his computer. The database already loaded and ready. Whenever he was working, he would be on the ball on everything. "So, who are we tracking down? An escaped criminal? Drug dealer? Maybe some kind of royal gang leader?"

"Actually, I need some information on a Secret Service agent." I told him. Luckily, he was a little too far from anyone else for them to hear us. Because that shocked him for a few seconds before focusing. "Her name's Lisa Lunar. African-American, black hair, dark blue eyes, maybe some kind of scar on her hand or-"

"Found her." He said, pulling up a picture of her Secret Service ID. She matched the caller's description. The picture didn't have her wearing a hat, so you could easily see her black hair that went past her shoulders. It was long, but didn't have any imperfections. Neither did her face. It looked flawless, but she didn't have any make-up on.

"Wow, natural Aphrodite right here." Greg said with a whistle, before getting serious again. "Anyway, it says that she's thirty-two years old. Home address is...Far, far away. California far. Alright, so forget getting to talk to her. As for personal information...Wow, a lot of 'Classified' information. Besides her Secret Service information, home information, proof of citizenship, and medical records, there's nothing that I'm allowed to look up. Not even her birth certificate or passport. She's as mysterious as the moon."

"Alright, well what do the medical records say?" I ask, focusing on that. The teacher said something about gloves. It might've been nothing, but every bit helped.

"Well..." He started, focusing on that record in particular. "Nothing looks out of the ordinary. All her vaccines are up to date. No serious injuries have been reported...Yeah, nothing of interest." He told me, skimming back over it all. "Oh, wait. Here's something. Something about a birth defect. All it details is that it's genetic and has to do with her hands. Nothing else though."

Whether it made a difference or not, it only fits her in place more. There was no doubt that she had gone to that school. "Alright, that matches up with the description perfectly...Now the only real question here is, why come all the way across America just to visit a school?"

"Hold on, let me hear that phone call." He said, pulling out a pair of headphones to plug into my laptop. He opened it up and got to the call. Listening to it for himself. Only listening about halfway through before pausing it and moving his headphones to hang around his neck. After going back to the Secret Service ID, he looked at recent activity Lisa had been a part of. Spotting her reason.

"Well, there's something you don't see everyday..." He said, his face going blank as he read over the document in front of him. It was, thankfully, a non-classified explanation of a project called 'The Solar Project'.

"Alright. So as far as we see here, she's an important member of The Solar Project. Second in command of it right behind a Cindy Solar. Well, that explains the name. The project's supposed to be helping to set things right for juveniles. Saying that a good amount of those kinds of kids are falsely accused because of their inexperience in a court room. The anxiety getting to them and just making it worse when they haven't even done anything or done as bad as for what they're punished for." He explained, summarizing it for me.

"So why go to a school to do this? Shouldn't they be helping those already in Juvie for the wrong reason?" I asked, confused about that little inconsistency. Don't get me wrong, this was actually a pretty good plan the Secret Service was going through with. I could see the reasoning behind it. Although, I'm surprised they actually went along with something like this.

"They did. They're starting this on a Martin 'Morgue' Rodriguez. But his two friends, who were the original suspects before Martin turned himself in, were being talked too as well." He explained. "Which is why Lisa Lunar and another agent, Sid Droc, came to speak to a Joseph Frei and Michael Frei. And a Sloane Armor, May Cadenza Armor, and Cindy Solar herself all went to see Martin."

"Martin 'Morgue' Rodriguez..." I repeated, more towards myself. This was getting more suspicious by the explanation. "Well, is there any way I can talk to one of the others? Possibly, Cindy Solar?"

"Well...Ah! Here we go, some good news." He told me, now looking up Cindy Solar. Her having most of her information available. Except for a few things, but that was to be expected with her occupation. "Cindy Solar. Temporarily has an apartment here in town. Not only that, but I got her number too." He told me, already pulling it up.

"Alright, perfect. Give me the number." I said, pulling out my phone. I needed some backstory on this whole project of hers. The school probably didn't have enough information on that since the only call we got was a traumatized school teacher. Lisa Lunar lived far away, and it sounded like this 'Sid Droc' wasn't approachable given the information we had right now. The Armor's didn't sound so promising to ask, so who better than the leader?

"Alright, she has the same area code." He told me, letting me type that in. "786-5239." He read out for me, letting me type it in.

"Great. I'm also going to need some info on the other agents and those three kids." I said, pressing accept to let the phone start dialing. I got up and started for my office. Waiting for her to pick up the phone.

"And what are you going to do?" He asked, starting to look up the others to get the information together.

"I'm going to have a talk with Cindy. When you have everything ready, meet me at Cheddars." I told him, getting to my office as I finally got an answer on my phone.

"Hello?" A woman's voice answered. Sounding calm, collected, and a little more...professional, then I imagined.

"Yes, Cindy Solar?" I asked, hearing a simple 'Yes?' in response. "We need to talk." I said, acting just as calm as her. I had enough information to know we had a lot to talk about today. And I could tell that she expected just as much from me only by the tone of my voice.

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Celestia's POV

No matter how I looked at it, I knew one thing was for certain. This wasn't a good sign.

As I sat in Cheddars, waiting for Jéan Loc to arrive in a pre-reserved seat, I went over the last hour that had happened. I had received a call from my iPhone, yes I had one of those, just as I was speaking with a noble. The phone was hidden in a small compartment in my throne where I was holding court.

Needless to say, it confused the noble and I had to have him escorted out of the throne room while I left to a more secured room. The call alone had got me wondering just what this was all about, but when I heard that Jéan wanted to see me personally, I knew it was an inspection.

It didn't take long to get here though. Going from Equestria to my home here, which was a different house not under my name, took no time at all. In fact, it took longer to turn human, get dressed, and get to my car. Yes, I knew to drive as well. I'm not as helpless when I'm human as some ponies may think.

I actually knew how to manage myself, although I did have some ponies that were stationed here instead of Equestria. About ten guards, some servants, and a few under-cover ponies I had hoof-picked. In fact, three of the ten guards were now working at the Juvenile Hall Morgue was at, and two under-cover ponies were now working at Joe and Big Mike's school. Along with a certain draconequus as the ISS teacher. With a new look and identity of course.

All of them, except Discord, stayed at that mansion-sized home. It was quite a ways away from any of the main roads, so no pony would just stumble upon it so easily. It was a private estate, with enough rooms for all of them, and even a group of guests as well.

Of course, that would sadly have to include stables if they are ever ponies at the time. We needed to hire some humans that knew how to do things the others didn't. Like repair anything that was broken, do the shopping for them, clean the pool. We only had two human workers for this though, and they never came close to the others unless approached. Meaning that they were safe from coming in contact with them.

Back to the matter at hoof, or shall I say hand. I sat in Cheddars, eating my order of salad and a margarita as Jéan finally arrived. Having a small folder with him. Again, not a good sign.

"Hello Ms. Solar." He said, sitting down across from me. I didn't respond or change my expression. I stayed completely calm and let him explain why he was here. Not letting myself say something that he may or may not have known. "I think you know why I asked you here." He said, trying to bait me anyway.

"Actually, you never told me. All you said, is that you were investigating a case and my name had come up. So you asked me to come to Cheddars." I said, staying quiet. "For your sake, this better not be some kind of trick to just have lunch with you."

"No, it isn't." Jéan told me with a frown before opening the file where only he could see it. "You see, a few months ago two agents wen to Mapleborough High School." I knew it. "A Lisa Lunar and Sid Droc?" He asked me, looking up from his file. Holding it as if it was a menu.

"Ah yes." I said, taking a sip of my drink before going on. "You see, both of them work alongside me on a project that I had recently started. All to help-"

"I know about the Solar Project." He stopped me, watching as I looked at him in slight surprise. Once I went back to my calm expression only seconds later, he continued. "What I'm here to talk about, is a concerned call that a concerned school employee had brought up. Saying that, I'm assuming, Sid Droc was, and I quote: 'He was folded up.' 'As in, he was paper.' And finally, 'He straightened out, and then disappeared by snapping his fingers.' This doesn't exactly sound normal. And based on the information we've figured out, this matches up with when he was there and what he looked like. As explained by a previous statement if you'd like me to read that aloud." He told me, reading over the statements. Why did I trust Discord to act normal in a public school?

"I...Honestly have no words." I answered with a neutral statement. "As you said, Lisa Lunar and Sid Droc were the only ones there. You'll need their explanation, not mine."

"That actually brings up another problem..." He told me, pulling out a paper and letting me see it. It was a page of information about Lisa Lunar. The fake reports we had to make in order for her to become Secret Service temporarily. "This report says that she lives in California. If that's so, then how's come she's working on this small project here?"

"Well, believe it or not we're siblings." I told him the honest answer. Earning only a risen eyebrow towards me. We had differences normal human siblings shouldn't have. But luckily, I had a solution. "Half-siblings. We have the same father, but our mothers are different. This also explains her medical deficiency along with mine. It runs in our father's family."

He stayed still, trying to find out whether I was lying or not. But figuring out that he had no way to know if I was telling the truth or not, he had no choice but to take my word. He looked at me, and back to the picture of Lisa. There were certainly similarities in the both of us.

"Alright...Now one question that had been confusing me." He started, getting to the main part of his problem. "How's come you're focusing on these three kids, and only these three? The crime against all of them is a little odd. The stolen car found at a Joseph and Michael Frei's house, but Martin Rodriguez took full responsibility. If you ask me, it sounds like he took the crime for them."

"That's not what-" "That's not it though." He cut me off, me taking another sip of my drink to keep my cool. It was almost out by this point. "What I don't get is, why are you only targeting one kid and one crime?"

"Should that be a problem?" I asked, setting the glass down. "This project is very new and those of whom I've run this idea by are very hesitant about it. This one teenager, who likes to be called Morgue by the way, is a test to see if this program will be a success. What, did you expect this brand new idea to be used nationally around the country right away?"

"..." He stayed silent, not sure how to respond. "So, you choose Martin Rodriguez?" He started, using that name despite what I said. "because his case is obvious." He guessed as best he could. "It was the other two that did it, and he's innocent. So you're going to give him a shot." He finished, sounding a little hesitant about that idea himself.

"Well...You're right and wrong." I told him, earning me a raised eyebrow. "You're right in the idea that I'm going to 'give him a shot'. That is what my project is based around. To help juveniles who can't defend themselves properly in court." That was my whole plan. And if we were able to get through this plan after taking care of Morgue, Joe, and Big Mike, then I would continue to go around and help out those juveniles. "But with the case being 'obvious'. That's where you're wrong."

"What?" He deadpanned. "But those two are right there. They were at the crime scene. The car was found idle and in their driveway. There weren't any fingerprints in the car. And finally, their car is out in the countryside. Surrounded by fence. Nowhere near any suburbs where anyone would make a run for it. How can it not be obvious?" He asked, almost angry about my decision not to jump on the idea and arrest them.

"I'm sorry that my plan isn't approved by you." I told him, finishing my drink. "I know about your background with them too." I told him, giving my glass to the waitress that passed by. Only nodding in the question for another. My last one, I assure you.

"You've heard of these three before. Finding out how they've done a few illegal acts." To get my point across to him, I knotted my hands together and rested my elbows on the table while keeping my folded hands in front of my mouth. The same stationary resting position Joe did towards people he didn't like. Needless to say, it certainly struck a nerve with him. "In fact if I'm correct, you've been trying to catch them in the act for a while now, haven't you?"

He stayed silent. Only frowning in response to what I said. I had heard about him as well. I discovered that they were the Protectors of Harmony the same time I discovered who the Elements of Harmony were. Which I will admit was before the return of Nightmare Moon. Since then, I had been making sure they were safe by watching over them. And along the way, Jéan Loc had been trying to catch them in the act.

"I know you won't approve of this, but I'm afraid that they won't be going or staying in prison for long. They're going to be free and they won't be caught again." I told him, still frowning. It was probably best I tell him this now because it was the most likely the hardest point to get across. "And I think it would be best if you-"

"Be quiet." He said, suddenly grabbing my wrist and forcing me to stop holding the same stance Joe held. Only, when he came in contact with my exposed wrist, the one thing I feared happened. He was shocked.

It wasn't an electrical shock, but a magical one. You see, the one main thing that separates Equestria from Earth was the magic. The whole world itself, even those who weren't unicorns, draconequus, alicorn, windigo, etc. had magic inside of them. The energy of magic itself manifested on everything, but sentient beings had more energy than anything else. So much, that the energy surrounded us.

Where as for humans, no such magical energy existed. And because of that, when a pony from Equestria comes in contact from a human being from Earth, the result is a lot like being shocked by a doorknob. Some of the energy transfers to the human, and dispels some of the non-magic energy around them. I make that comparison because the way you know the magic transfers is if the human is shocked as if they were shocked by a doorknob.

"OW!" He said sharply, earning an odd look from the people beside our table. I took this opportunity to get out of here. Knowing that I needed to get as far away from him as I could.

"I'm sorry, but I need to get going." I said, walking away quickly to get to my car. That was the reason that I told every pony to where gloves. Even Discord, who had no Cutie Mark to hide. It was the shock.

The Cutie Mark didn't matter. It could just simply be passed as a tattoo or even a birthmark if it was odd enough. But no matter how many times you came in contact with an Equestrianite, you would always get shocked an infinite amount of times. Until all of the non-magical human energy was replaced with magical Equestrian energy. And if that was to happen...

"Hey! Hold on a second!" I heard him call out behind me, trying to catch up. But it was too late. I was already outside by the time he got to the door. And sadly for him, I only paid for one margarita.

"Stop him! He hasn't paid!" The waitress called out, recognizing him from our table. I wasn't caught because I already paid for the first one and was gone before the second one got there. It may have been rude to leave him with having to pay, but it was better for all of us that I get out of here right now before it got any worse.

Too bad it was too late to put a stop to that.

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Well, glad that I was able to introduce this new character! And trust me, he won't be a continuing character. He won't be coming to Equestria. And mostly, he's staying in the human world as a human.

Still, I'd like to know what you think of Jéan Loc. Because even though he's like a ton of other cops in stories, I want your opinions on him. Maybe a gimmick or something to help make him more interesting later on. Because trust me, his name being mixed up is getting to me a bit. That accent over the 'e' is going to kill me.

Until tomorrow every pony! Goodbye!

QotC: Celestia has an estate, a car, an iPhone, and she even drinks margaritas. What other human things, within reason and common decency please XD, do you think she does or has on Earth?