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// First Impressions (Edited Edited) 
// Story: A Deal With The Devil 
// by Dimitri2278 
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Jul 29th, 2029
Mossad Headquarters, Tel Aviv, Isreal
0630

Captain Chabakuk Pereira sat quietly at the side of his bed as he stared blankly at the wall ahead of him. His dark green eyes were bloodshot and baggy after being forced to work overtime due to the increase in Equestrian POWs in the aftermath of a skirmish near St. Petersburg two weeks ago. But, to him, it was just another day as an interrogator in the Aman. "Looks like today's going to be another long day," He said with a sigh as he rubbed his hands through his dark curly hair before closing his eyes, offering a quick prayer. 'Now, all I can do is wait-' He was cut off by a forceful if brief knock at his door. "It's open," he said in English as he opened his eyes and stood up.

Then, a large man dressed in the green of the IDF and wearing a cap opened the door and gave him a sharp salute, a lieutenant by his insignia. "The prisoner is waiting for you, sir," he said as he gestured for Pereira to follow.

Cpt. Pereira nodded as he went into his closet and threw on his jacket. "Good, let's get this over with," he said as he followed the man into the hallway. "Were we able to get anything out of her?"

The Lieutenant shook his head before looking forward. "Negative, sir, she only said that she wanted to speak with the president and the UN," Cpt. Pereira snorted in response. Oh, we'll see about that.

As they continued, there was little more said between them, and the two only stopped when they made it to a long hallway of reinforced steel doors. These were guarded by two soldiers to whom the Captain and Lieutenant flashed their clearance cards as they entered. Then, Cpt. Pereira turned to look at the other man. "So, which door?" He asked as they passed the first set of doors.

"She's in room 215," the Lieutenant responded without looking back. And all was quiet until they reached door 215 and he drew his keycard and slid it through the panel to the left of the door, causing the door to emit an audible "click" as it opened automatically. "Ring the alarm if she causes any trouble. Good luck," he said as he gave a sharp salute and stood aside as Cpt. Pereira nodded and walked inside. 

As he did, he heard the door lock behind him as he noted the plain grey concrete walls and the single table that stood in the center of the room. Two plastic chairs stood on either side of it, with the closest being empty. And the one behind, occupied by the rainbow-maned, cyan mystery mare that had gotten him recalled to Isreal. Her appearance seemed off compared to most ponies he had seen and for more than just her mane, tail, or the fact that she was bound. Speaking of her mane and tail, they were messy with stray hairs poking out, splotches of black on her tail, and showing little in terms of care, with her wings in a similar state under their bindings. Her rose, almost magenta eyes, on the other hand, unsettled him as they locked with his own. As, rather than being filled with fear, anger, or any other emotion as he was used to, they seemed to be cold and distant, hiding her thoughts. 'This might be more difficult than I thought. I never even knew a pony could be so...unexpressive.' 

Then, once he thought he covered everything, he began walking forward. "So, you're the one that claims to support our cause," he said as he sat down.

"Yes, I am," she stated confidently with a deep raspy voice as she sat back, still keeping her eyes on him.

"Right..." He said as he followed suit. "Your name?"

"Rainbow Dash," she began with a blank tone. "And yours?" 

"I am Cpt. Pereira. And I'm the one asking the questions here Miss Dash," he said forcefully as he slammed a fist on the table, though she seemed more amused than threatened. "So how did you get all the way here from the front?"

At this, she chuckled slightly. "I flew all the way from Cloudsdale," she said with a cocky tone as he nearly exploded with laughter.

"How do you expect me to believe that? I've seen and heard many things these past few months sprinkles, but never something like that. How long was the journey?"

She rolled her eyes and looked away in a mock thinking pose. "About...three days? Yeah, I'd say that's how long it took," She replied sarcastically as she looked back at him with her smirk still visible while his incredulous expression was present.

"Right...are you sure you didn't get teleported here?" He asked as he leaned into her until he was only a few inches from her muzzle. 

"No, I didn't," as she answered, he locked with her eyes to make sure she wasn't lying. Once he was satisfied, he sat back in his seat. 

"How did you make it here without getting caught by either our forces or your own then?" 

"I flew as high and fast as I could go at night, and in the day, I rested," she said as he thought it over. 

"How did you evade the combat air patrols? I'm sure you had to run across them at some point?"

She began chuckling, which soon erupted into manic laughter. But once she managed to calm down, she looked back at Cpt. Pereira. "Oh, you humans can be so dull sometimes. 'Cause I just flew past them until I found a good hiding spot," 

"Wait, you mean to tell me you can outfly a jet?" He asked as he tried to hold in a sarcastic chuckle. "How is that even a thing?" 

In response, Dash merely smirked. "Well, I happen to be the fastest pegasus in the world," 

"Oh, I would like to see that," he said in a sarcastic tone as he crossed his arms. 

"Well, maybe one day you will," she replied with a slight grin.

"Alright, with that out of the way, now we can move onto the more important questions," he began as he tried to think of the best way to phrase his question. "What's your reason for siding with us?" 

The moment he said this, he felt a sudden chill run up his spine that he hadn't felt for some time. All the while, he kept his eyes on Dash, and he figured out why he had felt so...unsettled earlier. Her expression remained stoic, but her eyes held many strange  (for a pony) emotions, ones he was familiar with seeing on a terrorist he had caught a while back. "Well, while I would rather not disclose that particular information. I have what you need to win this war," 

As much as his gut was telling him this pony was not to be trusted and that he should leave, he gave in to her and asked the question. "And what would that be?" 

And, for the first time since he met her, she gave him the biggest grin to match her crazy eyes. "Well, I know lots of ponies who really hate Celestia. And all they would need is guns and training,"

"And how would they get here?" He asked as he gave her a cocked brow.

She circled her hoof in the air with a bored expression. "Oh, we pegasi have our ways...but I would like to get something official down first. So, when will my request be met?" she asked as she cocked her brow.

He pondered for a moment as he thought of the best response. 'Look, I know there's something wrong with this pony, but what choice do we have? We have nothing against that barrier. May God have mercy...' And so, at that moment, he made the decision that would seal the fate of Equestria and himself forever. "I will see that it is done. Goodbye, miss Dash," He said as he stood up and walked up to the door before knocking on it. 

Once he did, the door slowly opened, and he walked out before it closed behind him. As it did, the Lieutenant who was waiting outside caught a glimpse of Dash smiling widely at him with pinprick eyes as the door shut. Causing the man to quickly scurry off after the Captain.