09/12/2016…

[REDACTED LOCATION]

5:24PM…

A lone man walked down a dimly lit concrete corridor, his shoes clicked and echoed through the seemingly empty halls of the bunker. In his arm was a tattered folder, on the front of it was a stamped cherry red seal that stated, “TOP SECRET, ONLY VIEWABLE BY AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL,” The folder was thick with papers, photos, and posted notes, all with writing on them, some in black sharpy, other in red pen. Pictures of individuals with faces blacked out and eyes crossed over, others were pictures of buildings with arrows pointing to different parts of the structures, with little blurbs of text behind the arrows. Profiles of individuals deemed, “targets,” or “people of interest,” were all placed next to each other. Some of the individuals faces on their manuscripts were crossed, and stamped with a, “REDACTED,” seal and most things about their bio blacked out.

On the tab of the folder was a single word written in black text, a word that would forever go down in history as the word that changed the world, “CANTERLOT.” This was the name given to a small county that recided on the eastern seaboard of the United States of America. This one town in particular, as of recent events have gotten the attention of the government. The events that had occurred there had been utterly other worldly. The people of the town thrown in harm's way multiple times, thousands of dollars worth of property damage, and otherwise possibly paranormal activity, made this area a top priority for the US Government.

The man rounded a corner and was immediately halted by two American soldiers in full combat gear with helmets and tan ski masks. Behind them was a chain link fence blocking another hallway that had a gate placed in the middle with a keypad lock. On the left side of a gate was a red sign with white letters reading, “HALT, THE AREA BEYOND THIS CHECKPOINT IS EXTREMELY CLASSIFIED,” on the right side of the gate was the same looking sign that read, “PLEASE HAVE YOUR I.D. IN ORDER TO PASS,”

The two soldiers looked at the individual's face, they looked at each other, then moved out of the path to the door. The man walked up to the keypad and entered a series of numbers, ‘2-0-1-3.’ With a few clicking noises the door opened and allowed the man access to the hall. After he had walked through the door, the two speechless soldiers relocked the door behind him as he walked on.

This new hallway had slightly brighter lighting and pipes began lining the walls. Doors with numbers and names on them began to appear. In between the walls were post boards with papers tacked on them, also posters and advertisements. One poster showed a soldier holding an assault rifle. His right leg was on top of a pile of dead bodies and black rubble, and he was positioned in a heroic stance with golden lighting behind him with the words, “If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem,” above him. Below him were the words, “Join the U.I.T.F. today, and make tomorrow certain again.” As the man continued on he began to pass other people, some were patrolling soldiers that saluted him as he passed, others were men in off duty uniforms with Berets, whom also saluted him. After much walking and traversing more hallways, the man finally reached a door that wasn’t like the others. All the doors he had passed were a deep grey with a meshed window in the center of the top half. This door however was a light brown, and made out of wood. It’s window was tinted green, and the name, LtCol. Dwight G. Patrason, was printed in white on the glass.

The suited man gave the door a hard three bangs, and then waited. The man took notice to a camera above him to the left, it was recording. This camera was being viewed by the man he needed entrance to. After a few seconds, the door made a buzzing noise and then a loud click omitted from the handle, it had unlocked.

Upon entering the room, the suited figure laid eyes on his target. The door shut behind him and the room became darker than the halls outside. A single light had been turned on in the whole office, it was a small elbow lamp that lit up the desk the figure sat at, and the surrounding things around it. The man sitting behind this desk was dressed in a military uniform, a patrol cap with a LtCol. symbol on it was placed on his head while a cigarette burned in the right corner of his mouth. His hands were placed on the desk with his fingers crossed, waiting patiently for the suited man to step forward. The Desk sat in the middle of the room, with a red carpet underneath it, in front of it was a chair just like the one the soldier sat on sitting across from the suited man. The uniformed man began to talk,

“So, yet again you come to me with such quandaries that not even I can explain, nor know what to do about,” The soldier finally said, the shadows of the room keeping his eyes out of the light, but his mouth just barely visible. The suited man approached him.

“Indeed, but before we begin, I must inform you,” The man pulled out the chair, then sat down in it, placing the folder on the table, “It has happened a fourth time,” He said pushing the thick folder towards the soldier.

“Oh, well in that case, let me see the intelligence your messenger said you had for me, if that is what he was referring to of course,” the soldier said as he pulled the folder over to him, and immediately opened it.

“Yes, the new findings should be right there for you to look over, unfortunately, the drone that had been surveying the area where the event happened, crashed shortly after the climax of the battle. This crash, erased all video evidence that had been recorded,” The figure said with a disappointed tone. The soldier sitting behind the desk, slowly shook his head,

“Figured as much, otherwise you would have been here much sooner,” He said slowly looking through the photos.

Minutes went by as the two men sat in utter silence. But soon, the soldier got up from his chair and stood over the information he had laid out on his desk. He looked down at the suited figure before him with a inquisitive look.

“What would you like me to do for you?” The soldier asked, his face still in the shadows of the room. The figure reached out and picked up two pictures from the jumbled mess of papers, and held them up to the soldier.

“These two girls, are to be apprehended by your men and taken away for questioning, we believe as a collective whole in the intelligence team that they are the source, or the agitators of all things that have been happening to Canterlot,” He said as the soldier took the photos out of his hand.

“I do not question your judgment, but, these are just teenagers, are they truly the center of all this, madness?” He asked looking over the two photos. The suited man began picking up different papers.

“These two individuals had not been students of Canterlot high, until very recently. Upon their appearance, something or someone followed in their wake, and thus all these strange events started happening. Their appearance can not be a coincidence,” He said, “These students here, have seemed to become friends with the two targets, their names are, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Apple Jack, Pinkie Pie, and finally Flutter Shy,” He finished, while fishing through their bios one by one.

“They could be perhaps be second priority,” The suited man said laying out the papers on the desk again. The soldier shook his head in light disbelief.

“This is purely inconceivable, who knew the destroyer of worlds would take the form of a group of high school teenagers, I’ve seen stranger things, but this is just,laughable,” The soldier said, a smirking smile grew onto his face.

“I can assure you, this is not a, “laughing matter,” these children possess power that we’ve never seen before, you’ve seen it yourself through security tapes, they must be stopped before they really do some serious damage,” The suited man said standing up to meet the soldier face to face.

“I would like to believe that you feel the same way, Lieutenant Colonel, I want these girls in custody by the end of the month. You have two weeks to act, so you better start now, consider this mission top priority for the time being, until me or anyone else from the administrators top brass contacts you again.” The suited man said as he turned around to leave, in his right hand was a briefcase that, until now, the Colonel didn’t see with him when he came in.

“I entrust that information with you, use it wisely,” The man said as he headed for the door. When the suited figure opened the door, the hallway light finally streamed back in, in a almost angelic glow of pure white light. The man stopped and adjusted his purple tie, and dusted off his deep blue suit. His head turned back to the right, semi facing the soldier.

“Remember, do not fail me, or you will suffer unprecedented consequences,” He said before exiting the room back into the complex, the door shutting behind him, with a loud slam. Upon the figure leaving the soldier re organized the papers, and placed them neatly back into the folder again, and moved them off to the left side of his desk.

The Colonel just stared at the folder, his fingers drumming on the oak wood of his desk. Nodding lightly as if mustering enough energy to act. He moved over to a phone that was on the right side of his desk and began to dial a number. After he had finished he picked up the phone and placed it to his right ear. It began to ring, and ring, and ring for what seemed like a decade. But eventually it stopped, and a click is heard, but no one spoke. The Colonel expected this, so hearing the ringing stop he muttered a few words into the phone.

“Operation Magic Fury is in effect.” Then he hung up the phone and left his office, locking the door behind him, folder in his arm.