In one part of the prison
As Bright walked down the dank corridor a slight feeling of trepidation taunts the dark blue stallion with images of what could go wrong, spanning from visions of failure to Hivie's execution date being moved earlier. Quickly as he could he shakes such nonsense from his head,
''The plan will work'' he sternly reminded himself mentally ''we will save her.'' Beating down his fear of failing Hivie silently Bright sneak into the dungeon's lunchroom where the on duty guards would make their meals. A smile graced Bright's lips at the sight of the relatively empty room, he could hear the sounds of coffee being made in the brand new magical coffee maker, like a ghost he made his way passed tables and chairs to the said coffee marker and opened the pot lid with a wing. Carefully slipping in the sleeping potion; he gotten from Dusky's locker, into the brew. As the last drops of the powder potion mixed with brew, Bright's ears perked up at the sound of incoming hooves. Acting quickly he naturally pour himself an cup.
''Morning comrade'' greeted an gray furred guard, the nauseating sound of cracking joints reached Bright's ears, followed by satisfied moan of pleasure from the guard.
''Morning'' Bright naturally replies with half smile while forcing his muzzle from turning green.
''Is the coffee any good?'' asked the gray stallion ''I hear it's an new brand, the last time we had an new brand it destroyed all the guards stomachs. I think that some of those older inmate never forgotten that foul smell hen.......I remember that day just like my ex-wife's plot they both smelled like something died and was left out in the desert sun with a hint of rotten eggs mixed with Diamond dog piss ''
''It's good for what it's worth but somepony forgotten the doughnuts again'' said Bright turning to leave the room both in attempt to start the next phase of the plan and to save his stomach he had heard the horror stories about the 'Batpony coffee' from Dusky. It wasn't a petty sight when all the restrooms in the prison were still stained green and brown. After five years of bleach and scented candles they never found out where that coffee came from minus the picture of a skimpy clothed Batpony mare.
''AWWWW not again I told the major that we need an doughnut colt to get us our godly doughnuts '' lament the gray pony his voice cracking. With a sigh he continued. "At least we have good coffee.''
Bight grew an evil smile on his muzzle as he left the room the musical sound of pouring coffee filling his ears,
''Eeyup at least we do have that'' he calls back to the gray pony ''that was the easy part, it's time to meet up with Cloudy but first I need to clean my ears I had almost forgotten about the 'Batpony Coffee'
In another part of the prison
For the thousandth time Cloudy forced himself down.
''Come on Cloud take it already!'' He scolded himself yet his hoof refused to move frozen by his nervousness.
''Dammit Cloud what is so hard about stealing an bucking key''. The red colt sighed solemnly at his inability to a such simple but very important job if the the plan was too work it needs the master key to the cells, the colt had to keep an look out for his follow guards if they caught him in this room the plan will be over long before it started. The room itself is off limits to lower ranks like him only the high ranking guards and the Princesses were allowed in. Cloudy easily by passed the other guards only because they believed the out dated security measures would make impossible to get out the dungeon. But they never thought of the possibility of an inside pony.
''Bright and Hivie are counting on you Cloud, stallion up for once in your life'' the red colt challenge himself this time his hoof silently took the old key placing it under his wing.
''That was close'' said the red colt as he wiped sweat off his fore head with a hoof. Once he was sure the cost were clear he quickly slipped out of the room into the dark corridor acting natural with a number of prepared excuses on what was he doing on this side of the dungeon if he should meet any other guards on his way to met up with Bright.
'Hopefully everything goes according to plan we only got one chance to get it right if we blow it, well Hivie is going to have company with her at the end...' Thought Cloudy as he turned a corner stepping onto the pathway that he 'should've' been on the first place according to the patrol schedule.
'Hivie, I hope you know just what we are risking to save you' the red colt thought to himself, his nerves coming back with an vengeance,
''once we do this there no coming back......I hope Bright had plan on just what we going to done after we get you out of here........I really do''
In the cell block
When Hivie opened her pupil-less eyes she immediately notice something was off about the warmhearted prison today. But she just couldn't place her hoof on what was different. The noise of the other inmates was there despite that fact that they were asleep, the stale smell of yesterday's business emanated from the far from stranded waste depositories giving the cell a foul odor, the rarely passing sneering guards made their rounds... guards?
The memory of two Pegasus guards enter her mind, Bright and Cloudy, she smiles at the familiar vision of the dark blue and red stallions ever since she was brought to this place the two guardponies had been kind to her an changeling no less, in the matter of only two days since the gray pony attacked and dragged her to sunbutt, the two kind guards had became her closest friends within the prison. The dark blue stallion Bright justice was the first pony she knew to actually care for her, one didn't need the empathetic abilities to see how much Bright truly cared for her or how strongly he hated the fact that she was placed for execution.
The red colt Cloudy Steel, as nervous as he is, he also shared many of the same feelings that Bright held just in an different way.
With that thought, she had realized what was off today. Neither Bright nor Cloudy had visited her, one or the other would often stop by her cell when they had the chance to chat or remind her that they'll will free her. The visits were the only thing Hivie could find comfort in even though she knew that never be the case, Celestia wanted her dead and ponies would happily do anything to appease the Alicorn Bright and Cloudy will never get the-
Her thorn ears picks up on the sound of cell doors opening and the cries of rudely awaken inmates who then cry out once again in joy. The sound of thundering hooves echoing in the drank hallways and corridors.
"Something big is happening." The changeling told herself. "But what?"