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// And Your Wanted Fugitives Closer 
// Story: Cryo-7 
// by Metal Pony Fan 
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"I thought I said to wait."

A moss colored dragon looked away from the screen.  "Yes, sir, you did, but station security was beginning to take an interest in her.  When they left her alone, I felt it was now or never."  He took a deep breath and waited for a disciplinary message.  "I accept full responsibility for ordering my team into premature action."

The stallion on the screen shook his head.  "You made a judgement call on a high priority target, no one can fault that.  Do you feel it was the right one?"

The dragon winced.  "In hindsight, sir?  No."

"No?"  The stallion on the other end of the call raised an eyebrow.  "You did secure the target?  Was the information faulty?  Or, were there complications?"

The dragon nodded slowly, rubbing his bandaged arm.  "No, it's her, we checked dna on a used glass before capture, and ran the test again after securing her in the cell.  Just, I should have been more cautious.  Every member of my team is injured, myself included.  And, we stunned a civilian."

"I see."  There was silence for a moment.  "I'll await your report.  I expect it in my hooves as soon as you land."

"Yes, My Prince," the dragon bowed his head as the screen cut off.

Letting out a long sigh as he pulled his report back up, the dragon started writing.  He made the wrong call.  He should have waited until more agents were aboard the station, or until the target was alone.  Who would have thought that a lone mare would be able to overpower two armed and armored stallions?  Or hold her own against a dragon and a Dweveli?

A broken leg.  Four stunner bolts point-blank to the spinal column.  A broken nose and outer rib lattice.  A stab wound.  All from an undersized earth pony.  It would be weeks before the team was mission ready again.  But, at least they could rest secure in the knowledge that they had taken down a severe threat, and had it secured in a cell, on a shuttle, headed for a secure holding facility.

If only he knew that threat was dismantling the walls of her cell and pulling wires out.