Meet the Spy
I was back in the warehouse again. We were supposed to be meeting in two minutes, yet I still can’t hear anything. I wonder what’s taking her so long?
As she spun a pen around in boredom, a crate shifted. Soon enough, the pony was drawn to the sight of a box gliding across the room towards her. When it was within a few feet of her, it vanished. Her eyes shrunk somewhat as she darted them around, searching for a ghostly box. She paused for a moment as she considered the absurdity of that thought. Her revelry was cut short by a flash of green fire in front of her.
“Hello, dearie. I’m Chrysalis.”
Alarm bells were ringing non-stop throughout the facility. It was Chaos. Discord would’ve loved it if he could see this. The place was being assaulted by only eight ponies, yet somehow they were completely decimating everything. Half of the communications arrays were lagging badly, and practically all of the static defenses were not responding The security chief sighed. The only bright side was that they had several decoy rooms where the documents were hidden in. The brown coated unicorn barked out orders into a microphone, hopefully guiding the mercenaries into the longest path possible. He already sent a few guys to gather the actual files and slip away from it. Now was the time where he regretted separating the files. It was going to take a while to compile all the evidence.
As the unicorn looked through the video feeds, a sense of unease began to gather in his stomach. For some reason, eight seemed like a wrong number. His mind kept on referring them as the Team of Nine... His pupils shrank. Oh no.
He dashed into the back of the office and opened a file cabinet. He grabbed out a manila folder and dropped it on the floor, frantic eyes scanning though the articles. This was a list of soldiers, mercenaries, and crazed gunmen that have been sighted. After a few minutes of tossing paper to the side, he found a small article about a team of elite soldiers being made for the Royal Army. He wiped a bit of sweat off his dusty red mane. They chose nine different ponies based on certain skills.
There was the Scout, chosen based on the recruit’s speed. Scouts generally are great at ambushing and hit ‘n runs.
Soldiers are rather average compared to others, though may vary due to different personalities. They are often seen with ranged explosives.
The chief glanced at the screens and counted under his breath. I’m missing one. He flipped though a few pages and stopped. ...It’s the infiltrator. There is a spy “...in the base.”
”What?”
The chief stood up and ran towards the secret room. “We have a Spy in the base!”
He ran past other security ponies who hardly gave him a glance, already busy with their own problems. After some nimble acrobatics (quite difficult in such stuffed hallways) he burst through the secret door. To his relief, everyone on duty was still accounted for. He wiped some sweat off his head. “Any trouble with the files?”
The other ponies looked around confusedly. “I ... guess? No complications yet, sir. All files are currently accounted for. Just need to organize them, sir.”
He exhaled in relief. “Phew. That’s one worry off my back.” Good. Nothing entered. But that still means we may have an intruder. “Hey, did anyone happen to catch a spy on the way here?”
The ponies in the room glanced at him. “What spy?” one of them asked.
He waved a hoof. “Nevermind. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary is a good thing. As long as nothing gets through this door, we should be fine.”
He pulled out his phone and checked the security cameras. Good, the group was being herded into a large circle. This shouldn’t take much longer. Once everything was packed, it will be shipped off discreetly, and hopefully away from these mercenaries' reach. He didn’t know why anyone would want to steal these in such a fashion. Maybe there was some sort of secret code? It didn’t matter. He wasn't paid to ask questions.
He was about to put his phone back into his pocket when something caught his eye. On the camera feed to the room he was in, his figure was noticeably empty. “No way,” he whispered. “I don’t think the equipment is malfunctioning. The only other possibility is ... sabotage.” He shakily slipped a hoof gun out of a holster. If that spy is in here, and yet none of them notice, then they must be mind controlled. The longer this goes on, the more material he or she will steal from us. The real spy could be anyone in this room. He gulped. It could be ... anyone. I may have to kill everypony here just to keep the secret safe. He slowly raised his weapon. Was it worth it?
Suddenly, three of the ponies paused, and spun their heads simultaneously to look at him, derailing everything he was building up to in his mind. His mouth gaped open in surprise. A shimmer, like a heatwave, shifted from it’s position near the shadows of one of the cabinets. It swirled, then receded with a flash of green fire. The security pony stood in the shimmer’s place, looking at its copy near the door, blood dripping from a bullet through his head. The clone walked over as the stallion collapsed, placing a dark green revolver into an invisible holster.
“What a shame,” he whispered, brushing his hair away from his glassy eyes and closing them.. “I dislike killing. It only leaves evidence behind, and little for me to use.” He glanced at the red streaks in his hoof; the dead pony’s mane had apparently hidden his blood. He floated up the dead unicorn in his magic and placed him in a corner, cleaning off some of the blood out of his coat and arranging his and body to make it appear that he was asleep.
He stared puzzledly as one of the dazed looking ponies handed her a briefcase. “Ah, thank you,” He said, accepting the intelligence. He popped open the case, scanning them briefly as he went towards the door. He levitated the stolen camera phone onto his hoof. This would be helpful, He thought, locking the room behind him with a spit of a green, wax like substance.