The past week spent with Karis had been turblent to say the least..

And Alex enjoyed absolutely none of it.

He still suspected that Karis might betray him, that their hideout would be discovered. That either Twilight, Karis, or Winchester may be the ones to take what little of his life was left. The nightmares had gotten much, much worse. Now featuring his former equine allies, and Karis. It was never a good feeling to not trust anyone, but he more or less got used to it.

At the moment, Alex had an iron grip on the SCAR-H, Alex's only remaining weapon, loaded and ready to kill in an instant, Karis was out doing god knows what, leaving him alone and very afraid. He wasn't sure what was worse for his well-being, Karis being gone, or not.

"I'm back!" Karis yelled from the other end of the tunnel she dug, leading to the very edge of the Everfree. Karis pulled out the pocket dimension emitter from her pocket, she had been taking that thing with her everywhere, what she was doing, he could only guess.

"Hello, Karis. How was your trip?" Alex asked.

"Well, Alex, first off, I have a gift for you." Karis beamed. This was unsettling, Karis never seemed visibly delighted, or even pleased. To see her like this was unthinkable.

"You're serious?" Alex asked skeptically.

Karis opened up the pocket dimension, and brought out multiple pieces of the Equestrian Steel, Alex assumed it was the armor.

"Allow me to introduce... The Goliath Mark. V armor, capable of full maneuverability and speed, while providing an impenetrable defense against bullets, knives, even Magic."

Alex looked at the chest piece, it was remarkable, Karis was one hell of a craft maker. The piece was adorned with silvery markings, standing out amongst the overwhelming gold-ish copper color, a marking of some type of skull at the front.

Alex put on the chest piece, to his surprise, he hardly felt any weight, maybe a little...

Next, he put on the Shoulder plates and the Codpiece, the shoulder plates also featuring a skull on each one, the codpiece was pretty standard.

Then, Alex put on the shin pieces, elbow pads, wrist pieces, gauntlets, greaves, and boots, leaving Alex with substantially covered and protected throughout his body.

"Wow, this is actually really good! Thank you, Karis." Alex respectfully nodded to her, smiling as best he could.

"There's more good news, Alex." Karis said excitedly.

"What, you found Winchester?"

"Yep! He's in Canterlot right now, overseeing a garrison transfer, probably to augment the regular guard."

"Wow, what's your plan?" Alex asked.

"DJ-PON3 is going to Canterlot with Twilight and her friends to keep anyone from disturbing the full transfer. But you're not killing him." Karis said.

"What?" Alex asked, that was their end goal, was it not?

"I received word that some sensitive files were being transferred with Winchester. You find them, get the word out that Winchester can't be trusted, and get the hell out."

"How the hell do you expect me to do that?" Alex asked, with a hint of exasperation in his voice.

"The train Ms. Scratch is going to Canterlot in will leave in roughly an hour. Sneak onto the train, hide yourself inside the luggage, let the men sneak you in so you won't have to."

"And...?"

"In case you're discovered, I advise wearing the Armor. You'll be protected from most, if not all, damage that will normally kill, but if you can? Sneak out, the next train leaves tomorrow that morning. You'll have to hide in the alleyways, the streets, anywhere." Karis orders.

"And you'll be doing what? Sitting pretty in your little cave while I go out and die?!" Alex questions, bewildered.

"Just do what I tell you, it worked last time, didn't it?" Karis retorts.

"Fine." Alex coldly replies. He nearly walked out the door when Karis whistled at him.

"You may need this!"

Karis tossed Alex what looked like a helmet, the eyes seemed to have a yellowish glow to them, the eyes were jagged and uneven, but symmetrical at the edges, like that guy's mask from the E3 2015 Star Wars Knights of the Fallen Empire trailer, there was no mouth, only holes for breathing.

Alex nodded his thanks again, grabbing his Battle Rifle and putting on the Helmet and mask before walking away, possibly forever.

----

He waited at his spot two miles north of the train station, waiting for the train to pass so he could sneak on unnoticed.

Alex had waited in that same spot for a while now, it was noon when he got there. Alex was alone with his thoughts until he heard a loud horn and a distinct chugging noise.

The train! Alex bent down as the train whizzed past his visage, waiting for the best moment to climb on... Almost... Now!

Alex nearly slipped and fell off the train, he headed for the luggage cart, still hanging off the side, just under the windows. This went on until Alex found what he was sure was the cart.

Climbing in through the window, Alex looked around for any and all guards that may be attacking him, to his surprise, there were none. Just boxes of audio equipment that he assumed belonged to Vinyl. He looked around for a compartment that looked to be his size and snuck in, letting the dark envelop him.

Damn! He heard hooves clopping his direction, this was definitely a pony in here. And by the sound of it, the horse was getting closer. Alex braced himself for the onslaught as the compartment door opened, revealing a very familiar white unicorn with magenta sunglasses.

"Vinyl?" Alex whispered. She seemed to know who he was, even without seeing his face, why, he didn't know.

Said unicorn smiled at him, nodding as she ruffled through a saddlebag. She pulled out what appeared to be his .44 Magnum, but very heavily modified, featuring some glow in the dark paint jobs and extensions of the barrel, it looked badass to say the least. She levitated the new weapon over to Alex, picking it up to look at the gun more closely.

Then, she handed him a few bags of what appeared to be the bullets, no casings, just bullets, Alex took them, realizing that the gun was no longer set to accommodate regular .44 bullets, instead, they were replaced by...speakers?

He would have to find out how that worked later, he had a job to do.

"You aren't going to give me away, are you?" Alex asked. Vinyl shook her head, closing the door in front of him. Alex put the SCAR on his back, he would have to try out this beast of a gun once the mission started.

----

The soldiers placed Alex's hiding spot among the rest of the equipment, leaving as soon as their job was done. Alex slowly crawled out of the confined space of the spot. Looking in the direction of the castle, which wasn't far at all. He lowered to a crouch and moved as fast as he could.

Alex hid behind several corners and walls, realizing that stealth was a massive pain in the ass, he wasn't even inside yet!

Groaning in dissatisfaction, he snuck up behind a human soldier, brandishing the butcher knife he stole on his escape. Covering the soldier's mouth before stabbing the blade into his neck. Killing him almost immediately before dragging his body away. Hiding it in a nearby bush.

Alex was inside now, the fear of being found out was not new, so it didn't affect him as badly as it could have. Sneaking past royal guard ponies and killing any human soldiers in his path. He had to be close by now. Eventually, Alex made his way towards the archives, which were apparently top-secret to anyone. Alex was able to get inside using a key he had stolen from one of the many corpses. The door slowly clicked open, so Alex could wall inside.

Alex wandered around more until he noticed a small guard patrol, he had been seeing more ponies than he expected here, he thought they were all at the concert with Twilight and the others, who he knew 100% that they were there. Regardless, he made a promise to Celestia about not killing any ponies, he may as well keep some promises. Besides, it would result in less confrontation if he was somehow discovered.

He snuck around the archives, stifling his way through several archaic spells and runes until he came across a Manila folder bearing the seal of the CIA.

He opened the folder and found his picture, along with a physical description and a bio.

Alex flipped through several pages, including a picture of the Kahn Militia Logo, Die Glocke. Jäger, the man he was mistaken for, and, the big finish.

'Alex Walker stands accused of Perpetrating the Bohemian Grove Massacre of July, 2016. There is no evidence that Walker was even involved, however, the Agent responsible for his capture still believes Mr. Walker is a valuable source of information on the attackers, despite not providing any new knowledge.'

Bingo! He placed the files into his pocket dimension, using a 1 inch by 1 inch square of Equestrian Steel as a paperweight before heading back out and closing it. Placing the octahedron back into the duffel bag, he snuck out of the archives, hearing two voices talk about something.

"I know that, princess, but he is dangerous!" One voice said.

"I have seen into this young man's nightmares! You've irreversibly damaged him!" The other retorted.

Alex listened closer, were they talking about him?

"Good. With nowhere to run or hide, the fear will cause him to turn himself in." The first coldly discussed.

"Fear is unpredictable, the boy may just kill you to spare himself!" The other defended.

Alex looked for a place to run or hide, only to run straight into...

Agent Winchester and who he assumed was Princess Luna.

Well, crap.

Luna looked surprised at the sight of the armored man in her castle, but saw that she seemed to notice the immense fear and pain clouding his mind. She flew off somewhere, he didn't know why.

Agent Winchester merely looked angry and pulled out his P226, and kickedAlex away.

"All soldiers, HVT is inside the castle!" He yelled into his microphone.

Alex ran away from the scene, only to be met with more soldiers going in a straight line down one hallway, and another, and another.

Eventually, Alex was surrounded by Winchester's men, all bearing SCARs, MP7s, M249s, anything and everything

"Open fire!" Winchester commanded.

The gunfire rang out indiscriminately in Alex's direction, feeling almost nothing and hearing the projectiles plink as the hundreds of bullets bounced off of his armor, a few even hitting the soldiers. Smoke filled the intersection as more soldiers kept firing every last bullet at their target.

Alex, dazed but unharmed, stood up, pulling out the .44 Scratch, as he preferred to call it.

"My turn."

Author's Notes:

Well, a one chapter gap between two battles and a full overhaul on Alex's arsenal.
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