The pair of cross-dimensional travellers exited the RED base, sunlight hitting their eyes as Starlight's prize glinted in the sun. After a brief moment of regaining composure, Sunset spoke.

"So yeah, that's how I once again, saved Canterlot High from a big bad villain."

"Weak-ass villain." Starlight replied scornfully.

"E-excuse me?" Sunset stuttered in surprise, stopping on the bridge. It groaned slightly.

Starlight turned around. "Well, this "Wallflower Blush" person complained about not being noticed, right?"

"Right." Sunset replied, as both started crossing the bridge again.

"So instead of say, making friends or whatever, she continuously wipes the memory of herself to everyone using this "Memory Stone" thing?" Starlight asked.

"Uh... I mean, it probably didn't help her self-esteem, but-"

Sunset's reply was cut off the sound of a jar breaking behind them. Followed by them both being covered in urine.

"Ew." both teenagers said simultaneously, as they turned around to find the RED Sniper with a large blade out.

"Come on mates! Have you never been covered in someone's piss before?"

Sunset simply took out her pistol and put a bullet in the bushman's head. "Anyway..."

"Sunset, if I ever meet Wallflower Blush, I'm going to deck her in the face."

"You say that about everyone."

"True."

"Ugh, I can't trust you DUNDERHEADS with the simplest task, can I?" an old gravelly voice sputtered out, rage overcoming his ability to think coherently, as the RED Spy sat in their spawn, taking the abuse while the rest of his team was being spawncamped.

Between the verbal abuse and being blown to bits by the drunkard on the other end of the door, it was a tough choice.

"Gray Mann, I know that our team has been failing to capture the BLU's intelligence, but just give us one more chance before you dismiss us entirely! We'll even do Plan G!" Spy practically begged his associate, which was unbecoming of him, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Gray Mann's left eyebrow rose. "Plan G you say? You must really be desperate. Alright then, you know what to do. Contact me again when you're done." The Contracker fizzled out, leaving the screen black. Spy knew what he had to do, and it wasn't pretty.

"So you know, I could have easily taken on Tempest Shadow myself, but I was so busy playing hero for Trixie and the other refugees that I had to leave it to Twilight to confront her!" Starlight explained to a very bored looking Sunset as the two made their way to the BLU intelligence room. Starlight had occupied most of the time in the sewers* with a regaling tale about how she helped at least some citizens of Canterlot help escape the invasion of the Storm King's forces.

*After being drenched in piss, the two decided that the sewer water would at least get the stink out.

"Yeah that's uh, interesting. Seems that you were forced out of the conflict for a reason."

"Yeah, the movie producers didn't want me in. Too busy shoving in too many new characters so that my time in the limelight... was... cut... off." Starlight stopped in her tracks before dropping to her knees.

"Starlight, you feeling okay?" Sunset rushed to her friends side worriedly.

"I would if this script wasn't so shoddy." came the reply, bitter and cold.

"Should we just skip these lines? They don't seem very natural."

"The last thing I need is a reminder that I was shafted to a background extra in the big movie." Starlight muttered to herself, before letting herself be let back up. Sunset then pulled out a phone from her pocket and turned the screen on. A few gestures later, she looked from it with a glare.

"This shit goes on for 6 pages."

The RED Spy casually walked down to the intelligence room where the RED D.I.C.K. was contained. His teammates were all dead for the moment, so nobody would see him do what he had to do next to ensure that Plan G went off without a hitch. Opening the glass door situated near the intelligence table where he had been killed just minutes before, Spy stepped towards the D.I.C.K before hesitating. It was bad enough that he had to stab several of his own allies quite literally in the back. Now he was just going to ensure they'd never come back.

However, the fires of his revenge towards Starlight Glimmer raged harder, and he slammed his sapper onto the device, causing it to short circuit for a few moments, before shutting down. It wasn't destroyed, but it would be disabled for time being at least.

Grabbing his modified Contracker from his back pocket, he called Gray Mann again.

"What?" Came the gravely voice again. It was more static filled this time.

"I've done as you ask, Gray. Now will you set Plan G into motion?"

There was a dark chuckle. "Of course, of course. But first, I need to pay you your fee. The fee of someone who sold out their team for revenge, that is."

Spy screamed in pain as a bullet burst through his leg, leaving a large gaping wound and causing him to fall over in agony. Rolling onto his back, he saw his attacker.

It was a robotic double of himself, with piercing blue lights for eyes and a cheap mockery of his expensive suit, crudely painted onto the janky metal. The body jiggled around as the motor struggled to keep the owner upright. In the robot's hand was a revolver.

"In order for Plan G to occur, all members of the Reliable Excavation Demolition corperation must be deceased or otherwise eliminated, leaving [member] as the sole stockholder. After this, they must sell all owned stocks to Gray Mann of Gray Gravel Co. Only then can Plan G proceed..." Gray Mann repeated the terms of Plan G.

"What? I was going to sell you them as soon as I finished the job! Why would you do this?!?"

"Because, former associate, with nobody in RED alive, the stocks would be put on the market for a pittance. That along with the fact that only you and I know of this arrangement. And you know what they say, don't you?" his grin turned vicious.

Spy was too busy nursing his injury to listen.

"Two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead." Gray Mann laughed maniacally as the robot fired again, shooting Spy through the skull and ending his miserable life. He abruptly stopped when he noticed his prey was no longer moving.

"Hmm, I wanted to watch his struggle some more. Ah well. Spybot, you know what to do."

"OUI." came a robotic reply, as the fake Spy shot the contracker multiple times, rendering it useless, before clanking out of the intelligence room, leaving the RED side of 2fort completely devoid of human life.