Author's Notes:

STORY CANCELLED

(Will consider appending fan-submitted endings, but I just haven't been in this fandom for three years now)

Sunset normally took the time to think things out, to plan at least the basics.

She had never come up with a plan so quickly, or so badly, in her life.

"You're BLUEFOR, right? You don't want to shoot me," Sunset said, blustering.

"Oh?" The voice said. Female. Collected and calm. Sunset didn't turn around. In fact, she didn't move at all. In this near-blackness it would me much harder to pick out stationary objects.

Sunset focused for half-truths to keep her attacker's interest. "I know where your leader is. INDIE doesn't have them. We do."

There was a moment of long silence. Sunset decided to push her plan a little harder. "Only one person here knows where your hostage is, and you can't win without him."

There was a cloth-muffled "pop" behind her, and Sunset heard a pitiful whimper. She groaned. "Did you just shoot Fluttershy?"

"Maybe," the voice replied.

"Aww... You didn't have to do that." Sunset turned her head as slowly as she could, hoping the ambushers were focused on her words. Same spot, twice in a row, less bargaining chips. Good job, Sunset.

"So..." the BLUEFOR girl said conversationally. "Where is he?"

"I tell you, you kill me. Not working." Sunset said, desperately trying to come up with a way to get BLUEFOR into a spot where they could be ambushed by... well, anyone, really. If anyone was left on her team, they'd need a great spot, and it would be hard to maneuver them into fighting INDIE.

"Ok..." the voice said. Sunset had managed to turn her head a few degrees and could almost make out the shape of someone in darker clothing than the surrounding forest stepping slowly through the brush.