Sweetiebelle stumbled with the unconscious apple farmer on her back. She looked back and raised an eyebrow.

"She's heavy." Sweetiebelle said. "What is her suit made of?"

"Oh, about that..." Scootaloo coughed into her hoof. "When I patched her suit up, I had the bench use a slightly sturdier metal. A slightly... Heavier metal that is."

"Whatever it is," Sweetiebelle grunted. "I can see why she was limping earlier."

"Girls," Bab said. "And Isaac," she got a thank you from him. "Is this one of those things that go up and down?" She asked trotting around a corner.

"You mean an elevator?" He asked walking with the others. "Yeah, this is it. Come on you..." He stared at them for a second, thinking over his words. "Three? Or four considering we still have bloom, but-"

"Did you just call her bloom?" Scootaloo asked.

"Yeah, what about it?" He asked opening the doors to the elevator. "Can't a friend call her that?"

"No, I mean yes," she stuttered. "I've just never heard you call her that before. What else did you two talk about? You know, while me and Sweetiebelle were down?"

"I just begged her to stop, she thought that we thought, she thought about killing Norton but instead we thought wrong because she only thought to rough him up." He shrugged.

"...So nothing else?" She blinked. "I'm confused." She said putting a hoof to her head.

"Nothing more, nothing less." He said as the doors slid closed.

"What about you Babs?" Scootaloo asked. "Has she said anything recently?"

"Well," Babs glanced at her cousin resting peacefully on Sweetiebelle's back. "She said she wanted to do something for Isaac, seeing how he's had such a rough life." She felt her throat close up slightly as she spoke next. "B-But I don't really remember what she said."

"Well, we can always ask her when she wakes up." Isaac shrugged. "Alright, were here, so keep your eyes peeled."

The floors and wall were in an even worse condition than above, the only light was from a suit vendor, a bench, the elevator, and the few dirty bulbs flickering from the ceiling.

Isaac took the first step, looking around at the numerous corners, even seeing a sizable chunk from a concrete wall fall off and hit a metal support.

His boot made a tile uplift itself, he stopped and raised his automatic.

"Alright," he whispered. "Be as quiet as possible, we don't want to be caught off guard."

"Isaac, we have magic on our side. As soon as the first bullet fly's, I can just melt the floor right out from underneath them." Scootaloo stated. "While we were... gath-no, um, prepping ourselves for an..."

"Emergency." Sweetiebelle finished with a hoarse voice.

"Yeah, emergency," Scootaloo nodded. "Me and Sweetiebelle have been working on some new spells, I've been making all sort's of defense systems, weapons, healing tests..." She coughed into her hoof again. "Maybe a doomsday device." She said under her breath.

"You made a doomsday device?" He asked. "Just... Just what the fuck. I don't even know what to say to that."

"Just, don't say anything then." Scootaloo replied. "It's more of a need-to-know basis; it's already built and all, the order just needs to be given and poof. Goodbye all life on the planet."

"Who would give the order? That Celestia you mentioned before?"

"Our boss, agent one," she replied. "Applebloom."

"You trusted the psychopath, with the responsibility to give an order that would eradicate all life on your planet...?"

"Well, when you say it like that..." Sweetibelle drawled.

"Do I even want to know, what the device is?" He asked slapping a hand against his faceplate.

"I'd set my Marker to a state of conduction, therefore, it would gather energy from around it and then detonate." Sweetiebelle said. "And since it would be drawing in pure magic, I doubt there would even be a planet left. Remember the rocks back on Titan, Isaac?"

"Yeah, how much magic was that?"

"Just enough to fit in that cartridges." She said. "If I were to detonate my Marker, it wouldn't have those boundaries... It would simply just go up."

"Damn... You three are the craziest ponies I've ever had the pleasure of having as company." He said. "I'm just not sure I'm exactly safe with you three around."

"Your safer with us, than without us." Scootaloo said.

"I'm starting to have my doubts about that." He said as he opened the elevator doors. "Come on, there's nothing here for us. They must be on the lower levels."

They all entered the elevator again, as soon as it began to move, Applebloom fell off Sweetiebelle with a grunt.

"What the...?" Applebloom said as she looked up. "Stop spinnin' me Sweetiebelle." She waved a hoof at her friend. "Where are we?"

"At the moment," Isaac said. "In an elevator to go-"

"Kill Danik's soldiers," she finished. "Right, right, just give me a second, ma'h head is spinnin' faster than a yo-yo."

As she struggled to get up, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

"Holy shit..." Isaac muttered.

Babs nearly threw up while the others just stared in shock.

Bodies littered the floor, all of them covered in blood and stab wounds. The flares spread out spread a sickly crimson to the already brown on the floor while also stretching the shadows onto the walls.

As they exited, a man was slowly crawling towards a pillar. Isaac raised his gun but lowered it when the man collapsed.

"It looks like there was a heck of a fight." Applebloom muttered lazily looking around.

"Did the Slasher's do this...?" Babs asked while suppressing vomit.

"No," Isaac said rolling the man over. "Look at his face and neck." He lifted the mask and revealed small holes under the man's jaw and numerous more across his nose and forehead. "These here," he pointed at the mans face. "Are bite marks, and the ones under his jaw are claw marks. Were dealing with Feeders."

"Ah fiddlesticks." Applebloom muttered falling forward again.

As Sweetiebelle picked her up, Isaac and Scootaloo went to the only open door. They stopped and looked at each other before calling the others over too.

"What is it?" Sweetiebelle asked. "More soldiers? Necromorph's?"

"Try an old rickety metal walkway." Scootaloo said. "With a nearly bottomless drop into darkness."

Sweetiebelle set Applelboom down and peered over the edge with Babs. They both scooted back and chuckled sightly with each other.

"What's wrong?" Isaac laughed. "Afraid of a little fall?"

Sweetiebelle stood up and narrowed her eyes as she took out smaller Drag Tentacles.