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// Well That Happened 
// Story: Code 5 
// by Buckshot Gauges 
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Chapter 5: Well That Happened

“Goooood mor-ning FCD!!!!!” Lucky’s voice came over the PA that went to every bed-room and the main area of the squad room. “It is that special day again known as the Great Cider Search Day. I want everypony awake, dressed, and out of their racks by the end of this song,” he finished. The song Holiday then came over the PA, the rock music blaring loud enough to wake up anyone who hadn’t already been woken up by his announcement. 
By the time the song ended, all of the colts and fillies were standing on the raised walkway, some of them having already been there long before the music stopped. Lucky sat below them at his desk, swiveling in the chair as he looked up at all the agents ready to start searching. 

“You all know the rules. There are five six-packs of Sweet Apple Acres brand cider hidden randomly around the squad room. You may help each other as you wish, but I give no hints. If one of you finds a pack, you may not search for more.” The brown colt aimed a shotgun into the air and fired off a blank, signaling the search may begin.
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Another shotgun blank was fired off, telling all of the colts and fillies to cease searching.

“We have our winners!” exclaimed Lucky. Behind him stood three colts and two fillies, all of which were holding a six-pack of glass-bottles cider in their mouths. The whole room cheered for the winning ponies. Lucky sat back down at his desk and the others began making their way towards their work areas as well. 

“Aw man, I never find one,” said Mist sadly. The unicorn filly wasn’t the best at searching and this had been the tenth search in a row where she hadn’t been successful. Lucky noticed and pulled a chain from around his neck which had a small brass key on it. As Mist walked by his desk, the brown colt, without looking up from the computer monitor, reached out his hoof and dropped the chain. It landed perfectly around the filly’s left ear, hanging down in front of her face. 

“Huh,” she said in confusion. She looked around until her gaze found Lucky. 

“If you go into my room and to the back of the closet, there will be a huge fridge. Unlock the door, six-packs are on the top shelf,” he said; still not looking up from the computer. Mist beamed at him before galloping up the stairs towards his room. 

“You are suckered into things so easily,” said Scootaloo behind him. The brown colt turned towards her.

“Eh, one of the nicer thing about me,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders. He suddenly looked up towards the exit of the squad room. 

“Oh yeah, one thing I forgot to mention,” said Lucky. He pointed a hoof towards the direction he was facing. Scootaloo turned around to see Applejack looking down at her with a stern look.

“Applejack wants to see you,” the blue eyed colt said, “Something about an incident a week ago.” Scootaloo made her way towards the staircase and up next to Applejack. The orange farm pony didn’t say anything but beckoned the filly to follow her. 

“Ah can’t believe you,” said Applejack angrily as they walked downs the hallway, “You jammed a shotgun against another pony’s neck?!”

“He deserved it,” replied Scootaloo. Applejack only glared at her.

“Nopony deserves that,” the orange mare said, “Ya’ know, Ah only used to need to worry about ya’ breakin’ a window on the barn, but now, Ah have to worry about a stupid action like the one you pulled last night.”

“If you’re trying to guilt me, it’s not working,” said Scootaloo plainly.

“Ah shouldn’t have to guilt ya’ for you to know it’s wrong,” said Applejack, “So instead, I have an idea in mind to resolve this.”
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“We’re going to do what?!” exclaimed both Scootaloo and Jetstream. They were all in Applejack’s office. The two could only look at the orange farm mare in disbelief.

“Ya’ heard me, you two are going on a supply hunt together,” said Applejack. 

“So I get a gun shoved in my face by this crazy filly, and your idea is to send us off alone were she has even more privacy to assault me?!” said Jetstream.

“You’re not going alone, two Naval Guards from Military FCD will be watching over you,” replied Applejack. At that moment, two more young ponies stepped through the door. One of them was a pegasus colt and the other was a unicorn filly. 

“Hi guys,” said the white unicorn. It was Sweetie Belle, wearing the NWU uniform with the black and golden patch of the Equestria Naval Guard. The pegasus colt standing next to her was a navy blue color with a black and light blue mane with brown eyes and two crossed shotguns for a cutie mark. He as well was wearing the same uniform with the ZPTF vest over it. 

“Sweetie Belle, you’re a Naval Guard?” asked Scootaloo. 

“Yep, signed up about three months ago. You never noticed?” the white unicorn asked. 

“But who are you?” asked Jetstream to the navy colored pegasus. 

“My name’s Buckshot,” he replied, “I take it you’re Jetstream.” The white pegasus nodded in response.

“Okay, so now that ya’ll have met, you should get goin’,” said Applejack. The two colts and fillies left the office.
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The four ponies made their way to the large building where the numerous trains were. Buckshot looked around before spotting the black train engine. There were three passenger cars behind it, each one a full-auto machine gun mounted on the roof. 

“Here we go,” he said, sliding open the door to the engine. He climbed up inside before helping Sweetie Belle up into the locomotive as well. 

“You two just go into one of train cars, we’ll be driving,” Sweetie Belle told them. She then slid the door closed. A nervous look came across Jetstream’s face as he made his way towards the train car behind Scootaloo. Once the door was closed, the pegasus filly turned on him, flipping open the switchblade she held in her mouth. Once again, Jetstream was backed against the wall.

“Is it your mission to ruin my life?” asked Jetstream in annoyance. 

“Uh huh, seeing as what you did to Lucky,” replied Scootaloo, holding the knife in her hoof against Jetstream’s neck.

“Do you even know what happened?” asked Jetstream. This stopped the orange filly for a moment, but she recovered.

“Your name is all I need to hear,” she said. 

“Everyone in FCD now hates me because of the lies you told,” continued Jetstream.

“Good. It’s what you deserve.” 

“How would you know if it’s what I deserve if you don’t even know what happened?!” said Jetstream angrily.

“Because I….” 

“Scootaloo put the knife down,” said Buckshot sternly. He was standing in front of the door from the train car to the engine pointing a SPAS-12 at the orange filly. 

“I’m not afraid to shoot, you know.” Scootaloo backed away from the red and white manned pegasus. Buckshot gestured for her to give him the weapon. She groaned before giving up the switch blade. 

“The shotgun too,” he said. Scootaloo gave him the two barreled gun as well. He left the two in the train car and went back to the engine. In a few moments the train was finally underway. 

“I can still beat the crap out of you,” said Scootaloo. Jetstream looked at her angrily.

“Just leave me the buck alone you little snatch,” he said before making his way towards the back of the train car and going into the one behind it.
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The train pulled up to the station and the power was shut off. The sign hanging from the ceiling by only one of the chains read Ponyville in red lettering. The town itself was abandoned in shambles but Sweet Apple Acres was still run to produce food.

“Scootaloo, I swear to Celestia, if you come back alone without Jetstream, I’ll know exactly what happened,” said Buckshot as he gave the pegasus filly her weapons back. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” replied Scootaloo without a care. She and Jetstream started off down the main road of Ponyville while Buckshot and Sweetie Belle went the opposite way. Once the latter was out of sight, Scootaloo stopped.

“Okay, so I can’t do anything to you, but that doesn’t mean I have to do this hunt with you,” she said, “so I’m going this way and you just go wherever.” The white pegasus rolled his red eyes.

“Ah screw you,” he muttered before continuing down the main road. Scootaloo darted off down an alleyway. Jetstream started making his way towards one of the buildings. He drew his semi-auto hunting rifle from behind him and slowly pushed through the door. The bottom floor was empty; just some toppled over chairs and a broken table. The curtains were drawn across the shattered windows, but were ripped, allowing small amounts of light into the room. 

“Nothing in here,” Jetstream said to himself. He started making his way up the stairs to the second floor, the hallway contained many doors, all of which were closed. The red and white manned pegasus wasn’t fond of opening doors in abandoned buildings. The number of surprises that could come crashing through once he did. He sighed in defeat and started sneaking towards one of the doors, he shook at the knob; locked. 

“Okay, one door down, about seven more to go,” he said in sarcastic joy. He dropped back down to four hooves and walked past the door. He stopped abruptly as he heard the sound of the knob shaking. He turned around and sure enough, the brass object was jiggling. 

“What the buck?” he whispered to himself. The wooden door came crashing down followed by numerous ragged forms. The creatures got up and focused their white eyes on him. He stood up on his hind legs and fiddled his rifle to get it from behind him. And not a moment too soon, the first zombie pony, a mare, charged the colt. Jetstream fired the weapon, the hunting rifle living up to its name. The mare went down instantly. Another zombie pony that was a stallion lunged at the much smaller colt, the rifle was fired once again, the bullet missed where Jetstream had intended but got the stallion in the leg and the creature fell to the ground. 

“Ohhhh, suck it!” yelled Jetstream in mockery to the zombie. He fired the rifle into the stallion’s head, making sure that it was dead. But the moment of triumph was soon washed away as more zombies began their attack. The white pegasus continued to fire off shots at the creatures, taking them down slowly but surely. He ran past the now unmoving bodies and galloped back down the stairs, as he made his way towards the door, another zombie pony got in his way. It flipped around, the shards of glass tangled in its ragged tail slashing him across the cheek. Jetstream recoiled in pain and fell to the ground, dropping his rifle. This zombie pony, unlike the others, was only a colt, about the same size and probably same age as Jetstream. The creature began moving towards him slowly, as if relishing in the fact that it was going to make a kill. 

“Not gonna happen,” said Jetstream and kicked the rifle back towards him. He aimed it at the zombie colt and fired off the rifle. The gun made a small click. The weapon was jammed. Jetstream looked up at the zombie colt. 

“Mind giving me a moment?” he asked. The colt rolled its white eyes and stood in place, waiting for the white pegasus to deal with his gun jam.  Though the colt's eyes were white, there were black lines visible on the zombie colt’s eyes so you could tell where the eyes had been black, white, and colored. 

“I can never figure out these things,” said Jetstream in annoyance as he removed the ammo clip from the rifle. He fiddled with the slide for a moment to try to shake the jammed piece out, but to no success. 

“My life just keeps getting shittier and shittier,” groaned Jetstream. He let the rifle fall out of his hooves, the wood and metal objet clattering to the ground. He leaned against the wall and slid to the ground in defeat.

“I don’t even care anymore,” he said, “Just have your success and do away with me,” he said to the zombie colt in front of him. Even though it had only been a week since the incident with Scootaloo, she had been able to tell many horrible lies about him to everypony in FCD within the mere two hours from when the whole squad room was to be woken up to when he returned to the division. Within that week, he had a couple agents almost try to gang up on him, a switchblade thrown at him five different times by five different ponies, and the computer at his desk virused; the things that mere fillies and colts would do now-a-days. 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked the ragged colt in front of him, “You heard me, I’m all yours,” he finished before putting his head in his hooves. The zombie colt only stared at him for a minute before walking towards him. But instead of infecting the white pegasus colt like he originally intended, he came around to Jetstream’s left side and lied down next to him. He nudged his head against the other colt’s left hoof, trying to push it out of the way. Jetstream moved his front leg out of the way and looked at the zombie colt in confusion, since when did the very creature that wanted to kill you do that? 

“Huh?” Having successfully gotten Jetstream’s front leg out of the way, the colt rested its head on the pegasus’ rear leg and closed its eyes. 

“Well that happened, but okay,” said Jetstream, surprisingly being comfortable with a zombie trying to…was it trying to comfort him?  Jetstream rested his front hoof on the zombie colt's mane and began petting it. Though the colt was a zombie, its body wasn't all that bad. In fact it didn't really have a scratch on it at all. Its body was the same as Buckshot's; a dark navy blue, and it's mane and tail were a blueish green. Jetstream began to relax when the sudden intrusion of another voice kicked his thoughts back up.

“Jetstream! Jetstream!” he could here Buckshot yelling for him. The zombie colt instantly shot up, it would be unlikely that it would..."live" much longer if the other pony saw him. Jetstream looked back at the zombie colt as he stood up. He saw that he was shuddering at the sound of another voice.

“Do you want to come with? I’m sure I can convince Buckshot to trust you.” The colt merely looked at him, fear showing in the outlines of its eyes. 

“Okay then, stay safe.” The zombie colt gave him a small smile before disappearing into the shadows. Jetstream made his way out the door of the building and back into the sunlight of outside. He tripped on the three steps and toppled into the navy blue colt; both of them stumbling to the ground.

“Oh, sorry Buckshot,” said Jetstream as he stood up. He helped the other pony to his hooves. Buckshot bent down and grabbed the NWU eight-point hat in his mouth. Flipping it into the air, it landed perfectly on his black and whitish-blue mane. 

“That’s fine,” he said, “Where were you? Scootaloo came back to the train alone, as I expected,” he muttered out the last part. “Are you okay?” he asked, putting his hoof up and turning Jetstream’s head to the right to reveal the slash on his cheek.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied. 

“I’ll get Fluttershy to patch that up for you,” said Buckshot. “Come on.” He began walking back towards the train station, Jetstream following close behind. He looked back at the building he had come out of. He hoped the colt would be okay.