Rarity: So. Mr...
Spy: Call me spy, ms...
Rarity: Rarity. I'm Rarity.
Spy: Rarity. Very well, what was it you were going to say?
Rarity: Ah, yes. How come you're wearing that suit? The other eight aren't dressed nearly as nicely.
Spy: Well, this is just how I work.
Rarity: And why are you wearing that mask?
Spy: This is to make sure no one knows who I am. In fact, I haven't seen my own face in over a year.
Rarity: I see. Well, would you mind, taking off the mask? For me?
Rarity started a gaze she reserved for when she desperately wanted something from another pony. Unable to resist, Spy reluctantly and slowly pulled off his mask.
Rarity: Oh my. You're... gorgeous!
Spy: Thanks.
The angels were singing and the light from heaven itself was shining down on Spy. Unable to not notice this, Heavy stepped in from the other room.
Heavy: Spy, what was- oh!! Spy's face is naked!
Embarrassed and humiliated, Spy quickly put his mask back, while the heavy was so overtaken with sheer beauty that he fainted.
Spy: I probably should have mentioned that my face is a registered lethal weapon in almost every state of the United States as well as all of Europe, Asia and Australia.
Rarity: Not only do you have the most charming accent, but you've got the face to go with it! Ahhh!
Rarity passed out. Meanwhile...
Medic: Hm?
Fluttershy: Is everything alright?
Medic: Yes, but I can't help but feel that somewhere, someone just made one of my teammates faint.
Back to the current chapter...
Rarity: Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I just got a little overwhelmed.
Spy: But of course. No one has ever seen my face and lived to tell the tale. I can accept you because you're harmless and that's my teammate, so I don't want to go rogue.
Rarity: I see. Anyway, tell me more about yourself.
Spy: Very well. I am a professional when it comes to murder. Every kill I make, I never get caught by the authorities. And that's all thanks to the tools of the trade.
Spy spilled the contents of his bag onto an empty desk.
Rarity: What are these little trinkets?
Spy: These are my weapons. This is my revolver. A gun, fires small objects that can mortally wound almost any living thing it hits.
Rarity: Oh my.
Spy: This is my sapper. This allows me to stealthily take out enemy support structure built by that illiterate southerner.
Rarity: This looks like a knife.
Spy: It's called a butterfly knife because of it's unique design. This knife can kill a man from behind instantly.
Rarity: Fascinating. And this?
Spy: This is my disguise kit. I use a cigarette case because I smoke them and I can change myself to look like any of my colleagues in either red or blue.
Rarity: How do they tell?
Spy: All they see is a cardboard mask. The enemy sees me as one of them though.
Rarity: And what are these?
Spy: These are my invisi-watches. They allow me to cloak myself temporarily and then uncloak when it needs to recharge or I uncloak manually.
Rarity: Why would you want to take off a cloak? You'd look fabulous.
Spy: Allow me to demonstrate. This watch, known as the Cloak and Dagger, is motion sensitive, so it only drains when I move.
As such, Spy activated the watch and disappeared in front of Rarity.
Rarity: Wha! Where did you go?!?!?!
Spy: Right behind you.
As if on cue, Rarity turned around to a strange noise and saw Spy reappear.
Rarity: My my, that's useful! And scary.
Spy: This is usually how i sneak behind enemy lines, a job I do quite well.
Rarity: What is this one? It doesn't look like it would go on your wrist.
Spy: This is my pocket watch, the Dead Ringer. If I'm under heavy attack, I can activate it, and it will drop a fake dead copy of me while I stay cloaked and I can escape or stay and fight.
Rarity: You certainly do have many skills. You know what? Since you've been so kind as to show me what you do, I'm going to make you a new suit.
Spy: Rarity, you beautiful rogue.
Rarity: Why thank you... say. Where did your teammate go?
Spy: He may have gotten up and left without us noticing.
Little did the two know that Heavy was in the hands of a unicorn filly with newly developed magical skills, taking him to her treehouse with her friends...