Halfway through re-assembling the sniper rifle, Enfield heard knocking on his front door. It started out as light tapping but then became frantic banging.
“Aright, alright, I can hear you,” Enfield said as he went to the door.
He opened up the door and was greeted by Rarity and Sweetie Bell. They were both slightly wet and the umbrella that Rarity had was of no use in the rain, which had now turned from a drizzle to a downpour.
“Hi Enfield,” said Rarity.
“Good to hear my new name,” Enfield said, “What brings you here?”
“Well we were on our way home and the rain picked up,” Rarity said, “Thing is that we came here to ask if you had another umbrella we could borrow.”
“You might as well come in, no point in standing out there while I search in here,” said Enfield.
“Thanks,” Sweetie Bell said as she stepped inside, “So you changed your name?”
“Brit Enfield,” Enfield said, “I thought of it after the last of my Mark appeared.”
“Wow, it looks so cool,” Sweetie Bell said as her sister came in.
“I have to say you keep your house very tidy,” Rarity said.
“It’s my house, I have to take care of it,” Enfield said, “Now where’s that umbrella?”
Enfield went upstairs to find his umbrella stock, he said to Sweetie Bell and Rarity that they were free to take a look around but to not disturb the disassembled rifle on the table. He came down a few minutes later with an umbrella in his mouth.
“Got one,” he said in a slightly muffled voice.
He gave it to Sweetie Bell and saw Rarity staring at his golden AK-47. Enfield managed to see the fascination in Rarity’s eyes as she looked upon it.
“Amazing isn’t it?” Enfield asked, “It’s all real gold you know.”
“It’s beautiful,” Rarity said.
“I’m just going to say that I got this as a present from now on,” Enfield said as he took it down from the wall.
“I must make something that will match that,” said Rarity, “Could I use it for something?”
“Sadly no,” Enfield said, “It’s still a loaded and functional weapon and I don’t want you hurting anypony with it. However, I can give you pictures of it if that’s any help.”
Rarity agreed and let Enfield know that he would be getting something new to match the AK-47. He led Rarity and Sweetie Bell to the door and said good-bye as they opened up their umbrellas and ran to the town.
“Bye Enfield!” Sweetie Bell shouted to him as she ran across the bridge. Enfield waved once more and went back inside to assemble his rifle.
Brit Enfield had put the guns back into the armory and sealed the steel door that he discovered hiding in the wall. He then went into the kitchen for something to eat and to feed Dart, who had come downstairs to keep Enfield company.
“Turns out were living in a monarchy ruled communist doctrine,” Enfield said to Dart, “It doesn’t seem as bad as the USSR, maybe this government actually works.”
Enfield put the food down for Dart and then went to get himself some apples. He then looked out of the window.
“Rain’s picked up since Rarity and Sweetie Bell were here,” Enfield said. He washed off the apples and was about to slice them up when movement outside in his backyard caught his eye. He went to his office and found a pair of binoculars. Enfield went to the kitchen window and looked through them at what he saw. It appeared to be a strange looking animal hiding under a bush, Enfield focused the binoculars and then saw who it was.
“Scootaloo?” he said, “What’s she doing out there?”
Enfield grabbed his coat and an umbrella and ran outside. He went over to the bush where Scootaloo had taken shelter, she was all wet and her hooves were all muddy. She didn’t see Enfield walk over.
“Hey there,” he said, Scootaloo looked up and saw Enfield behind her, “What are you doing out here?”
Scootaloo huffed and walked closer to Enfield.
“I’m lost James,” she said, Scootaloo didn’t know that James had changed his name, “I got lost while looking for berries to eat and then this storm hit.”
A flash of lightning and a clap of thunder followed. Enfield put the umbrella on Scootaloo’s back, she looked at him.
“Come on, I’m not letting you freeze out here,” Enfield said, “And it’s not James anymore, it’s Brit. Brit Enfield.”
Brit led Scootaloo back to his house and let her inside once she got the mud off her hooves. Scootaloo stood in the kitchen and shivered, she had been out in the storm for a while because she was sopping wet, her mane, wings and tail had small trickles of water seeping out of them. Enfield ran off upstairs and came back down a few minutes later with a large towel.
“Here,” he said handing it to Scootaloo, “Dry yourself off and get warm in the front room, I have the fire going.”
“Thanks Enfield,” Scootaloo said, wrapping the towel around her and going into the front room.
Enfield tossed his coat aside and went to see if Scootaloo was okay, he peeked around the corner and saw that she was still shivering even though she had dried herself off and was wearing to towel around her like a hooded robe. Feeling bad for her, Enfield made Scootaloo some hot chocolate and brought it to her.
“Here,” said Enfield, “You might as well warm yourself up with this.”
Scootaloo took the mug from him and looked curiously at it.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Hot chocolate,” said Enfield, “Ever had it before?”
“Once but it was bitter and flavorless,” said Scootaloo.
“I made this with warm milk,” Enfield said.
Scootaloo took a sip and smiled, satisfied and happy.
“You’re right, this is good,” Scootaloo said. She moved over so Enfield could sit down next to her.
“I have some cooking abilities but it doesn’t hold a candle to my shooting,” he said.
“At least you can get food half the time,” Scootaloo said with a hint of despondence. Enfield suddenly felt guilty for his last comment.
“Jeez, I’m sorry Scoot, I didn’t mean it,” he said.
“I know you didn’t,” Scootaloo said. She drank the rest of the hot chocolate and set the mug down on the table, she then took the damp towel off her head and gave it to Enfield.
“Aw, don’t be like that,” Enfield said.
“No it’s okay,” Scootaloo said, “I just need to get back to…um.”
She stopped and lowered her head, Enfield knew that he had upset her and he felt rather bad for doing so. Another loud clap of thunder and Scootaloo jumped, her ears flat against her head in downright fear. Enfield sighed and walked up to her.
“Look, I’m sorry for what I said but one thing’s for sure; you are not going out in that storm,” he said.
“But my stuff, in my…err, home,” Scootaloo said hesitatingly.
“Leave it for tomorrow,” Enfield said, “You can stay here the night.”
Scootaloo’s eyes lit up and her ears shot back upright.
“You mean it?” she asked, “I get to have a bed?”
“You had one for the past three months,” said Enfield. Scootaloo dove at him and landed at his feet.
“Thank you, thank you so much!” Scootaloo said.
“Calm down there,” said Enfield, “You go and choose a room to sleep in, I’ll be up in a minute.”
Scootaloo ran upstairs to pick one of the spare rooms to sleep in. Enfield chuckled as he tided up the front room. He went upstairs to see if Scootaloo had picked herself a room. He found her in the larger spare room trying to weigh up how she would keep asleep as the thunder had gotten louder in the past hour.
“Chose a room?” Enfield asked.
“This one is really big,” Scootaloo said.
“It’s got a bathroom with a shower if you want to clean yourself up,” said Enfield. He moved to the side to let Dart into the room so he could greet Scootaloo.
“Where have you been?” Scootaloo asked Dart as she stroked the dog’s head.
“Asleep,” said Enfield, “He might sleep with you tonight if that’s okay.”
“I’m fine with it, I like company,” said Scootaloo.
“Alright then, don’t stay up too late,” Enfield said. He turned to leave the room.
“Brit, wait!” Scootaloo said as she ran up to him, Enfield span around as Scootaloo jumped up and hugged him, “Thanks for letting me stay here for the night.”
“It’s nothing, I just want to help you out,” Enfield said as her squeezed her closer to his chest, “Sleep well kiddo.”