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// 17 
// Story: CYOA: Next in Line 
// by David Silver 
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The air hangs heavy and still, with only the faint electric hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Agent Sweetie Drops nods along in the stark metal chair, her purple coat stark against the concrete walls.

"I understand conflict is often necessary," she says, swishing her pastel purple tail. The only decorations in the bunker are maps marked with potential threats.

"Equestria is full of ponies enjoying life in blissful peace. But even our haven has shadows."

She clops over to the largest map, studying it intently with sharp teal eyes. "We maintain a few covert agents, to counter dangers before they reach our citizens."

Turning, her badge glints in the harsh light. "It's a hard path, with no glory. But you'll be saving untold innocents." She gestures to a photo of smiling schoolfoals.

"You are a fighter," she says, sizing you up. "Now I must know - who do you battle for?" She extends a hoof, eyes burning with purpose. "Will you join the silent war for Equestria?"

Her words hang in the stagnant air as the lights flicker ominously. Somewhere deep in the earth, old pipes clank and shudder.

You:
1) Sign the dotted line.
2) Decline.