The 2 sat on the hill even after the beautiful mushroom cloud in the sky disappeared. The 2 obviously needed a moment to get over their near-orgasmic experience: it's not every day you see something that would make a grown man weep in happiness. The 2 of them were still in their griffon personas. Of the 2 of them, The Forgemaster was the first to recover, shortly followed by Silent Knife.

"Holy shit." The Forgemaster began, "I think I just came."

Shattered Globe snorted, "'Think you did?' Hah! I know I did!" He shakily got to his feet.

"You set up the camera, right?" The Forgemaster asked.

"Of course I did! What do you think I am an amateur?" Shattered Globe rolled his eyes.

"I'd like a copy. Rainbow won't be happy with me that I left for a week without any warning, and I think a video of a huge explosion that takes after her will do wonders for my continued health."

Shattered Globe put his hoof to his chin, thinking deeply while muttering, "Rainbow, Rainbow…. Where do I know that name? Something to do with the Best Young Flyer's Competition..."

Broken Bulb took over, "She was that filly at the Flyer Festival thingy at Cloudsdale."

Shattered Globe took back control, "You remember a specific mare but not the name of the event?"

Broken Bulb retorted saying, "Like you remembered the event but not the specific mare?"

The Forgemaster waved his hands at the 2, "Oi! Stop this fighting, damnit! And yes; that's her. She might pound my nuts into dust for leaving without telling her in person. I figure a gift of that magnitude might help me survive her fury for a day or 2."

Shattered Globe laughed, "You're right. From what I've heard of her she has a… fiery… disposition. Anything to protect your precious foal-makers, right?"

"Hey, they've been there for me through thick and thin. And tall and short, black and white, mean and nice, etc, etc."

Broken Bulb laughed at him, "I know the feeling. Me and Shattered Globe go way back, almost to the point that I wouldn't care if he died, right here, right now, or not."

Shattered Globe sniffled, "I love you too, you homicidally insane bastard, you."

"Well!" The Forgemaster said while standing up, "We might as well go back to the city. There's nothing left to do out here."

Silent Knife walked over to the camera that was pointing directly at the former-fortress and took it down off of its tri-pod. He disassembled the various pieces for travel and put them into his bag while he removed the recording from the camera and put it into a separate container. As he was doing this, he remained talking to The Forgemaster.

"Oh, I wouldn't say 'nothing' to do. I assume there are griffon patrols in the area now… want to go find some?" He asked with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"Do you want to know why they called me the 'Dragon of the East'?" The Forgemaster asked with a similar gleam in his eye, only much more obvious and twice as maniacal.

"Sure, why?"

The Forgemaster blew some fire out of his mouth and some smoke from his nose before grinning madly, "Because they never found more than the ashes they left behind." The Forgemaster started to laugh darkly, almost making Shattered Globe soil himself.

Neither Shattered Globe nor Broken Bulb knew who 'they' were, but they found themselves pitying the poor bastards… whoever they may be, of course.

Broken Bulb gulped before saying, "Well, seeing as how a fortress of theirs was just blown all to smithereens, great work by the way, saw everything through Globe's eyes, we should probably start near there. There are bound to be at least a few griffons investigating the, erm, disturbance." He finished slyly.

The Forgemaster jumped on the balls of his feet and said, "You know what they say, 'If you drink the blood of your enemies, you gain their courage… unless they're cowards, then you don't gain anything and you're just a blood drinking weirdo.'"

Shattered Globe shook his head, "I don't know what kind of horrors are in store for them, but I'm heading in. Broken Bulb can take over the rest of the night."

The pony-turned-griffon appeared to twitch for a moment, before a sickly sweet smile broke out on his face.

Broken Bulb immediately jumped up and down saying, "Weeeee!"

The sudden jump from morosely disapproving to jumping up and down excitedly really threw The Forgemaster off. Even though he knew that there were 2 of them in there, it was still an immensely startling event, one that was quickly brought to heel.

The Forgemaster ran off calling back to Broken Bulb, "C'mon, Broken Bulb. Let's go slaughter us some griffons!"

Broken Bulb raced off after him saying, "I'm so glad I met somepony like you!"

5 Hours Later, Silent Knife's Apartment

The 2 griffons stumbled into the apartment, still on their adrenaline high and laughing about recent events. The Forgemaster and Broken Bulb were reminiscing on the events that took place not that long ago, each telling their favorite part of the night and trying to top the other, all the while laughing as loudly as physically possible without also dying.

"You remember when that one griffon went over to the bushes to pee?" The Forgemaster choked out under severe pressure from the laughter threatening to burst forth, "And then, and then you stood up from the bushes and said, 'Thank you sir may I have another?' Bwahahahaha! The look on his face was priceless!"

Broken Bulb was laughing just as loudly and almost as desperately, "Especially when I hit him with the frying pan! Ah, Celestia, that was s~o funny! But, a better one was where you ran at them with a pencil, hahaha, and then you stabbed one and then just ran away screaming and hollering with your hands waving over your head! Bwahaha! I know you couldn't see it, but the looks on those soldiers' faces would've made you piss yourself laughing, I know because I nearly did! Thank Celestia for conveniently placed bushes or I never would've been able to see their reactions."

The Forgemaster kept laughing, "I know what you mean, but my personal favorite was when we captured that patrol with the net and strung them up in a tree. And then, another patrol came by and we acted like there wasn't a net full of griffons hanging from the trees right next to us! Hahahaha, I think those guys' minds all simultaneously just stopped."

Broken Bulb continued, "And then you…" Broken Bulb suddenly got more serious, "Threw me at them… you bastard!"

"Hey, I saed you didn't I?"

"Yeah, but that was only after you threw me at an entire patrol!"

"So? It was funny!"

"…That's true…"

The room was silent for a few minutes; an awkward silence had fallen upon the 2, one that The Forgemaster decided to break.

"Hey," He began, "Remember when I knocked down that tree towards a group… but it missed and fell in front of them on the path by like 15 feet?"

"Ha! Yeah, that was good, and then they just stared at you when you came out, picked the tree back up, and then told them that you 'missed'?"

The Forgemaster barked out a laugh, "And it took them a few seconds to process… and they eventually just tried to stab me?"

Broken Bulb sighed contentedly, "Yeah, good times, good times… nailed a few of them with a cricket bat. Oh, Celestia that was fun. Then you had to go and make it all creepy by stringing them all up and writing creepy crap all over them in their own blood." He glared at the man who dared sully his fun, even in the slightest fashion.

"Hey, I had to freak them out somehow, it's all about morale, you know." The Forgemaster defended himself.

Broken Bulb sighed, "Yeah, I know. Normally I'm into creepy freaky deaky stuff, but that was just so far over the line." He sighed again, "Even with the creepy crap you pulled, I'd like to do that again. It's been to long since Globe's left me completely off the leash."

"I have to leave tomorrow, so I might have to take a pass on that. Although, if you were to have some sort of… mission that I could do before I have to elave…"

Broken Bulb grinned slyly, "I think that between Shattered Globe and me, we could find you several things to blow up… maybe even a high value kidnapping?"

The Forgemaster smiled, "I'm liking the kidnapping thing, who will it be?"

"You ever here of a Princess Gwenivere?" Broken Bulb asked.

The Forgemaster shrugged, "Can't say I have."

Broken Bulb lowered his voice to that of a whisper, "Well, she's the griffon princess, daughter of the king, very important; allegedly she's the head of his interrogation department. Not a very nice individual, rumors talk about her sadism, torturing prisoners on her day off, things like that. Crazy shit even me and Globe don't so."

The Forgemaster inhaled in shock, "On her day off!" He asked incredulously.

Broken Bulb replied, "Yes." Like it was the most serious thing in the world.

The Forgemaster gritted his teeth, and raised a claw above his head, "This insult will not stand! She will be kidnapped, most assuredly… Wait, why are we kidnapping her again? She has important intelligence or something?"

"Yep, got it in one." Broken Bulb replied cheerily.

"Hmm… this will be fun, I imagine. But first, a question: why is Griffonia even going to war with Equestria at all? I bet you have some sort of insight seeing as how you've been here for, when was it Celestia posted you here, 3, no, 4 years ago?"

Broken Bulb rolled his eyes like he couldn't even believe it himself, "Yeah, it's been about that long. Alright, lemme give you the breakdown: well, you were the guy to stop his agents in Canterlot, right? Well, apparently: there was something much, much bigger going on there than just observing. Something worth endangering his kingdom over, but we aren't to sure just what it is, yet. On the other hoof, he has a HUGE temper." Broken Bulb indicated with his claws to make the point of how big his temper actually was, "I mean, this guy gets ticked off over the littlest things. And he over-reacts like nopony's business. One time, an entire newspaper company, everypony from the managers to the columnists to the delivery griffons, was all slaughtered by the king. Just because he didn't like something they printed, he completely annihilated them."

The Forgemaster groaned, "Aw, shit. I hate dealing with bastards in power that are this tyrannical. Makes me want to go and kill Mussolini all over again. Why can't I just kill him?"

Broken Bulb sighed, "Well, first off: he now lives in his underground bunker. I have no idea where that is, not a single one of my informants knows either, and I've been working hard to find it for a while now. While I'm sure you could completely exterminate everything he has ever known or cared about, I don't even think that would get him out of his bunker. So, short of an informant finding him, we are shit outta luck on that front."

The Forgemaster frowned, not often was it when he couldn't catch his prey, or find at least some way to terrorize them, "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

The Forgemaster turned and left the apartment, preparing to go back to his own just up the street.

Before he left, he called back to Broken Bulb, "Stay in the shadows, brother."

The Forgemaster went back to his apartment and fell asleep.

(A/N – This is just for lulz, this never actually happens in the story unless you want it to.)

The Next Day; 9:26 A.M.

Kyradeth Jail

Broken Bulb and Shattered Globe were both extremely mad this morning. The reason? A griffon police officer came by this morning because The Forgemaster had been caught, quote, 'Assaulting' someone, and had named them as his closest relative to bail him out. The bail wasn't too much and the funds were already in the police's hands, they just had to go and collect The Forgemaster.

Broken Bulb and Shattered Globe rounded a corner in the police station and were greeted by a friendly call from the nearest cell. This 'friendly call' was actually multiple curse words and insults from a giant scar riddled griffon criminal that was being held in the cell.

Moving on, the very next cell held a griffon Forgemaster.

Shattered Globe took over for this, "Do you mind telling me why I had to bail you out?" he asked in a bored tone.

The Forgemaster shrugged as best he could, "Apparently it's illegal to slap someone and blame it on a seizure. Who knew?"

He just got a glare in return from them, however the griffon in the cell next to him laughed uproariously.

"Okay, fine, he was a prick, I'm sorry. Funny as hell though, you would've loved it. He called me fat! I'll have you know I'm 300 or so pounds of solid steel and sex appeal. So I slap the asshole and in no more than 5 seconds a police officer was in my face, asking me in the 'friendliest' of terms why I had slapped that bastard. Long story short, saying, 'I had a seizure, I didn't mean to slap him' will not get you out of jail time. Thinking about it now, I might have gotten away with it if I hadn't of slapped him twice, once is possible to weasel my way out of, but twice is a little farfetched."

The griffon in the cell laughed even harder at that, but Shattered Globe said, "C'mon, you big idiot, we're getting out of here. And you owe us one."

The Forgemaster groaned and walked over to the door, which shortly opened to allow him to leave. He then followed Silent Knife through the police station.