Andrew woke up in a haze, his left chest area hurting with immense pain, making it to where he could almost not move. He looked around, noticing that he was in some sort of medieval inn of some sorts. The lanterns swinging about, making the room light improperly. He was laying on a straw bed, and there was cobblestone that made up the interior walls. He stood up-straight with caution, not wanting to cause any further injuries to himself. There was a knock on the door, and Princess Celestia, as well as Andrew's Team walked in. He could see that they've been worried, by the obvious looks on their faces. He smirked, and grabbed his shoulder as it had a sudden burst of pain, shot right through him.

"AaaaAAAaagh! *hiss* Hey *rrgh* guys." He paused, "Where am I? What happened?" He asked, they all looked back and forth at each other before facing him. They could be seen acting all nervous like, as if something happened to him. The thing is, something did happen to him.

"You're in a hospital. You here shot with an enchanted crossbow bolt, meant to kill any magical conduit it hit. It made a pretty deep hole in your upper chest region, you almost bled to death on my chariot on the way over here." Celestia said with a stern voice, Andrew nodded. He the turned and looked out the window, still as gray and misty as ever.

"The problem with that, is that you aren't a magical conduit. In fact, your body was at the point to where it resisted the deadly enchantment." She continued, Andrew was left scratching his head. His eyes widened to the size of baseballs, what did magical enchantments have to do with him being shot? He was left in an utterly confused state.

"Can you please speak in a *rrgh* language I can understand please?" He asked, and Celestia chuckled.

"Of course. It means that you are able to absorb magic and release it back into the environment, or that you're highly resistant to magic itself." He nodded.

"That being said, your friends here are probably able to do the same, but as of yet I have still need to test this theory." She questioned herself, putting a hoof to her chin.

"Luckily, we brought you here just in time too. We almost thought you wouldn't have made it." A doctor walked in, looking at a clipboard. She was a Griffon, a rather slim one too, he would guess that she would be one of those stereotypical sexy doctors, he would consider it kinda hot, if he was a Griffon.

"When should I be out of here? I don't like staying in the same place for long. Also, where's my stuff?" He questioned.

"You will be out of here by sundown. Once you're out of here don't do anything to open the wound again though, you aren't invincible. You will get your stuff once you are discharged." The doctor said, Andrew laughed.

"Doctor, please. My team and I are practically unstoppable, given the fact that back home we had the highest success rate out of any team. We were living Grim Reapers to sum it all up." He said.

"Your old home, and your new home, are two different things. Don't do anything that isn't worth risking your life, Doctor's orders." She left the room, and Andrew stood there silently.

"Anyways, I should be getting back to negotiations with the Emperor." Celestia said, heading out the door along with Echo Team.

"But what about what happened yesterday? Aren't you afraid of it happening again?" Andrew asked.

"The Emperor has changed the security detail that will be watching over us. The, 'Best of the Best,' if you would." She chuckled, Andrew looked at her, mouth agape.

"She just totally stole our catch phrase, Drew!" Nick lipped to him, and he followed Celestia out the door.

Andrew was bored out of his mind, he slammed his head against the back wall he was leaning on, until the already weakened structure cracked. Andrew turned around suspiciously, and he saw the there was a dark, gaping hole where the wall he was hitting now was. He reached his arm through the hole, and pulled out a journal. A rather old journal, he blew the dust off of the cover and read the title.

"Hidden Folklore and Prophecies. By Starswirl the Bearded." He read out loud. He opened the book to a random page, and saw an illustration of darkness, and in that darkness, he saw indescribable things come out of it, and the only things standing against them are Princess Celestia and Luna.

"E Pluribus Unum, out of one, many. Out of the darkness, there will be many dark evils." He mumbled to himself. He flipped to another page, but it was empty, the only thing in the book was that one prophecy. There was more things to the picture, but they were blurred out, and he couldn't make anything out.

The door swung open, and Andrew quickly hid the book behind his back. He had the best reaction time to put on a poker face at a moments' notice. The Griffon Doctor came in, with a pen and clipboard, smiling.

"Mister Andrew, you should be free to go by now. Just don't use that shoulder until it fully heals. Just sign here, here, and here." The doctor said. Andrew took the feather quill and signed the papers, getting out of bed, lightly stretching out his left arm.

"Thank you again doc, I don't know where I would be without you." He said gratefully, the doctor smiled.

"You would've been dead without me." He joked. Andrew just stared at him with a blank expression, and then started cracking up laughing. He let out a sigh as he slowly climbed out of bed, he grabbed his shoulder as it was sore, and putting pressure to a wound helps, for him at least.

"Your stuff is in the second door to your right, down the middle hallway." Andrew waved off the doctor and he walked slowly to the room he was aiming for, he slowly lifted up a lantern and inside it was pitch black. Andrew coughed as he breathed in dust, and he lit a nearby torch to light up the room.

"Holy shit, that's a lot of old stuff." He said, looking around. He saw Chest Plates, Pauldrons, Greaves, Vambraces, and a whole lot of Medieval Stuff. They were all metals of different kinds, with display cases on all of them. Andrew put on his gear, all 65 pounds of it too.

Andrew grabbed his Desert Eagle, polishing it before putting it in the holster. Andrew slung his ACR over his back, making sure it was safety in the process. He turned on the camera from his tactical pad, latched onto his left forearm. He took a picture of what looked to be Assassin Robes, he wasn't entirely sure but they looked cool nonetheless.

"Captain Andrew sir. Princess Celesia ordered us to escort you back to Ponyville. You will be discharged from active duty until you have fully recovered. Your team will be back with you in the next few days."

"Lead the way Sergeant." He said, steadily walking towards the escort chariot. From there he rode back to Ponyville, recovering until he was fit for active duty.

The ride was fairly short, a lot like the way over to the Griffon Empire, but it seemed so much shorter for some reason coming back. The wind was up in his face, which made him have to close his eyes, the fast wind whistling past his ears. Andrew said goodbye to his escorts as he was dropped off by the Police Station, letting out a sigh as he walked inside. What he found inside of the dark Police Station, was quite amusing...