You know how I'm working on that crossover involving Snake, Sam Fisher, and James Bond? Well that has now turned into a Colab! That's right, I'm working with talented writer(and Twilight Sparkle enthusiast) TJBrena. I took twenty minutes of my time from yesterday to write out this little sneak peak(Well, not necessarily a sneak peak. More of a beta, as this might not even show up in the actual story.):

The obnoxious sound of dubstep filled James Bond's ears as he entered Ponyville's top club, The Trot. Him, along with the other two new agents of The Equestrian Secret Service, was told to go here in search of another agent(who had a side job of DJing this place) who could give them a lead on the DISCORD Corporation.

He began the search by walking up to the bar and yelled to the bartender, "Do you know where I can find a Ms. Vinyl Scratch?"

The pony nodded, pointing a hoof at a door near by with gold lettering spelling out "DJ PON3." Bond nodded appreciatively, approached the door, and knocked. After hearing a muffled voice, the debonair agent entered.

The pony in front of 007 looked rather strange to say the least. Along with her white coat and two toned hair, she had a odd pair of purple goggles perched on her ears. Her eyes were of an amber color and they were burning with the passion of music. He approached her and asked, "Are you Ms. Vinyl Scratch?"

"Depends on who's asking." She replied, taking a chug from her water bottle.

"The name's Bond. James Bond." He reached a hand towards Vinyl, which the mare gladly shook.

"New E.S.S member?" She asked. Bond nodded.

"Yes Ms. Scratch, I came here to ask you what you know of the DISCORD Corporation."

"Please don't call me Ms. It makes me sound old."

"As long as you call me James."

The DJ let out a small giggle. "Well James, the DISCORD Corporation has been around for a while, about two years give or take."

"What's their business?" Bond kindly asked.

"You got me there." Vinyl answered honestly. "Their damn occupation keeps changing. First it was furniture, then catering. Now? Illegal arms dealing."

"Sounds like my kind of business." James smugly said. "Where can we find their HQ?"

"There's one in just about every country. Their Equestrian branch is located in Manhattan near the Washinghoof memorial."

"Alright, thanks for the info." Bond waved goodbye, left The Trot, and pressed his ear. "Did you get all that?"

"Heard just about everything." The other voice on the line was none other than the former Third Echelon Splinter Cell, Sam Fisher. "We'll be there in no time."

In other news, the Xbox One has been announced. My opinion? How much was a PS4 again?

And Halo TV by Steven Spielberg. This can only lead to good things.