//------------------------------// // Chapter 11B: The School of Friendship, Part One-Point-Five // Story: Fang Gang: Special Operations // by MlpHero //------------------------------// The Fangs burst through the doors, aiming their crossbows inside the school, before hearing an audible smack from Tempest. She’d facehoofed, stepping in along with Kydra. “Now boys, play nice,” she said Dagger groaned. “Aw, but it’s less fun that way!” “Hey, we’re killing terrorists, not students,” Tempest bit back. Mitchell blinked. “I really don’t see a difference.” Tempest rolled her eyes, stepping past them. She held her hoof up, looking at the shocked students. “It’s okay everyone, no one’s getting hurt. I just need to know where Gallus is.” The students pointed towards his room. “Huh… that was fast,” Blue said. “Unlike you guys, we have standards,” Kydra teased. The boys rolled their eyes and followed the girls. The students stepped back, watching as Tempest led them through the hallways. Dagger chuckled. “What a way to start Pride month, eh fellas?” The Fangs agreed. The students looked at the group, very confused and seemingly terrified. The Fangs gulped, lowering their weapons.  Zenex whimpered, hiding underneath Hive. The red changeling rubbed his head, continuing to walk. Soon, they approached the dorms. The changelings looked at Mantis. He nodded, pulling out his heartbeat sensor. They noticed three dots appear on the sensor. One blue, and two red. The sensor led them to one of the dorms. Broken put his ear to the door, listening.  There seemed to be a scuffle going on. “We got movement! Stinger, breach!” Stinger pumped his scattershot and broke down the door. There, two Blade terrorists were trying to hold down a blue griffon. “Hey!” Stinger called out, aiming at them. The two Blade terrorists jumped back, noticing him. One grabbed a lamp off a nearby drawer and tried to rush Stinger, who shot him with the crossbow. The terrorist flew back against the wall, slumping down. The other terrorist raised a knife. Stinger responded by sending him out the window. Mantis winced. “Ooh… that’s gotta hurt…” “Just be glad I didn’t shove the barrel up his—” “Guys! Mission at hoof here!” Tempest cut in. Stinger and Mantis pouted. “You’re not my mom,” Stinger mumbled. Tempest rolled her eyes, stepping past the two. Gallus stood up. “What… what was…” Tempest placed a hoof on his shoulder. “Listen Gallus, you’re not safe here. We need to get you somewhere safe.” “What do you mean?! What’s going on?!” Before Tempest could explain, the wall facing the outside was blown away, sending the group to the ground. Zenex scrambled over to his crossbow, picking it up. He aimed it up towards the dust and debris, firing into it. The sounds of yells came as soon as the bodies, as several terrorists fell into the room, dead. “Great eye, Zenny.” The nymph stood, dusting himself off. “We gotta get outta here… somewhere safer.” “Yeah, no kidding,” Pharynx replied, picking up his crossbow.  “You still haven’t explained to me what the hell is going on!” Gallus snapped, looking at them. “I can.” The group flinched, turning towards a figure, raising the crossbows up. Out from the fog, stepped a dark grey griffon. With the tattered rags he was wearing, the revolver crossbow with several notches in it, and the two accompanying Blade terrorists. “Bleach!” Blue Fang snapped, now focusing his eyes on the griffon. “Or do you prefer Griffax?!” Bleach chuckled, raising his crossbow. The group was ready to fire, but instead of the shootout they expected, Bleach immediately pointed his crossbow at one of the terrorists’ heads, killing them with little to no remorse. The other didn’t have time to react, before Bleach broke their leg, then killed them with a brutal neck snap. The group watched as the body fell limply to the ground, Bleach stepping up. “Now… I believe we can come to some… arrangements.”