Chapter 22 – Backup
The very moment the sun crested the horizon, Twilight pounded her hoof on Applejack's door.
The farmpony opened it instantly. She wasn't one to sleep in late.
“Applejack, I need your help!”
A big, lopsided grin spread across Applejack's face. “I was wonderin' how long it'd be before ya needed my help.” She looked around the farm. “Where's Pinkie?”
Twilight cringed. “They've taken her!”
“What? Where?” Applejack's eyes went wide, and she looked out over the farm again, as if she might spot Pinkie being held out there.
“I don't know.” Twilight shook her head. “But I have a plan to find her. I'm going to get captured.”
One of Applejack's eyebrows rose. “Ain't much of a plan.”
“When I get captured, they'll probably take me to the same place. Once they do, you'll come and rescue us both.”
“But how am I gonna find you? They could take ya anywhere, and I might not be able to follow.”
Twilight pulled a small compass out of her mane and tossed it over. “Here. I've enchanted it so that it will point toward me no matter where I am. It's tuned to my magical frequency.” She grinned.
“Well, alrighty then. Let's get goin'!”
Twilight held a hoof up. “Hold on. They've got some pretty serious firepower on their side. Are you sure you can handle it alone?”
Applejack grinned, then ran inside. Just a moment later, she rushed back out, wearing a pair of saddlebags. She opened one, dropped the compass into it, and pulled out an enormous slingshot. “This here's the apple slingshot I like to call the eighty-eight magnum.” She winked. “It shoots through schools... Yeah. I can handle it.”
Twilight smiled. “Good. Let's go!”
I'm not using my guess here, but Pinkie is actually starting to make more and more sense. The capture could easily be a coverup. All of the "leads" have basically led to more and more confusion, and the more they investigate the more chances she has to show Twilight that she's hopelessly outmatched. When she finally reveals herself and makes her demands, Twilight will know she can't do anything and will have no choice but to bow to whatever Pinkie's terms are, and the evil master plan will be complete!
...or not. I still really have no solid idea. The twins and Luna really throw a wrench into the works, because they're hard to place with the why and the how.
Or Winona's keen sense of smell helps.
Suddenly guns blazing! When the buck did this become a Call of Duty Crossover?