//------------------------------// // A nice life. // Story: Mission Impossible? // by bud467 //------------------------------// “So Tread.” I looked up and Derpy was leaning on the table with her head on her hooves. “You served?” I nodded and sipped some water from the cup. Dinky was practicing her magic and lifting up the crayons the waiter gave her. “Yeah, I volunteered.” I looked back at Derpy and gave a little chuckle. “All of the guys I grew up with made it through also.” Derpys face seemed to lighten up at the mention of that. “That’s wonderful!” I smiled and looked over at Dinky whom frowned when the crayon fell from its place in the air. “How are you coping with, our life?” Derpy seemed a little uneasy asking that. I sighed and turned back to her. “I’m having trouble finding a job, seeing as I really don’t know how to do much more than war.” “Oh…” Derpy looked down and nodded. “Gotcha.” Her ears folded back down in sorrow, then they perked back up. “I just remembered. My boss, Mr. Menk, Wants to hire another sorter.” I looked at her like she was a blessing. “I’ll stop by tomorrow.” --------------------------- I walked through the library door after dinner and gently closed it behind me. “Tread.” I turned my head and spotted the lavender mare. “Twilight.” She walked up to me and brushed her neck against mine. “ I’m sorry for my freak out earlier.” I opened my mouth to say something. “I don’t care what you did.” She pressed a hoof on my snout. She pulled it away and looked in my eyes. “That was the war.” I sighed and my ears flopped. “I know.” I began walking to the room I had been sleeping in. “I have a resume’ to write.” I walked up to the post office, my nicely groomed coat and mane, thanks to Rarity. My military saddlebag, with my sergeant insignia patch sewn on the flaps, resting on my backside. Just as I was about to open the door, I heard tumbling and shouting coming from behind the door. My mind flashed to the day before. I jumped aside and the door flew open, and a gray blur flew out behind it. Shaking my head with a smile, I walked inside. “Are you Mr. Tread?” A mare at the desk asked leaning forward. “Yes ma’am.” I nodded and walked forward. “Mr. Menk would be glad to see you.” I nodded and walked around the desk, following the mare. The mare tapped on the door with a hoof. “Mr. Menk, Mr. Tread is here.” The door swung open from the inside and there was an older stallion with a pair of readers on. “Ah you must be Tread.” He stuck his hoof out and I placed mine against his. “Yes I am. You must be Mr. Menk.” The older stallion smiled. “You seem better off than the other stallions that went off.” I shrugged and he motioned to a seat. “Please take a seat.” I slowly walked over to a chair and Mr. Menk’s chair squeaked as he gently eased into it. “So your experience in the military expands to a good amount of everything.” I nodded and Menk sighed, restacking the papers. “As far as I see, you’re the perfect candidate.” My heart fluttered then. “Congratulations, you’re in charge of our new loading team.” “When Derpy told me you were in the war, I thought you would be a good candidate.” Menk explained as we walked to the back. “Our loading team has colt who served in it, but the war changed them.” We stopped and I looked up. There were stallions with short manes carrying packages to a carriage. “They need someone who understands their pain and to give them order in their lives.” I looked to where Menk was, but he had already turned and began walking to his office. I turned and looked back at the colts. Some guidance and somepony who understands them… I nodded and shook my whole body so my coat was no longer “neat”. I walked toward the colts. “Officer on deck!” I yelled and the stallions froze in attention. “C’mon boy!” I dropped my saddle bags and walked over to the packages. “We got a Carriage to load!” I took a bite out of my daisy sandwich and observed the boys.” One Pegasus swallowed and looked up at me. “What’s your name sarg?” the others looked up at me. “My name is Tread. Sargent Tread.” One unicorns mouth dropped open and his food nearly fell out. “The Iron pony cross winner?” One of the earth pony’s muttered in slight disbelief. “The one and only.” I took a bite out of my sandwich again. The Pegasus who asked me nodded his head then looked at me. “I’ll follow you anywhere.” The others nodded. I looked at them all. “I’m also here if you need to talk.” They received the message buried under that sentence perfectly. “Thanks Sarg.” A unicorn said quietly. I stood up and finished my drink. “One last thing,” The boys looked up. “Call me Tread.” “Twilight. I’m back.” A lavender head popped around the corner. “How did it go?” I set my saddlebags on the holder. “I got the job.” I felt the warmth as she brushed against me. “That’s wonderful!” I looked around for Spike. Twilight seemed to read my mind. “Spike is away spending the night at Rarity’s.” I brushed my neck on hers. “C’mon I want to look at Lunas moon.” “Wow.” I looked over at the three little foals on the carpet. “Dad. Your memory hasn’t changed” I turned to a unicorn stallion lying next to his children. He had the brown mane of his father, but the posture of his mother. “Uncle spike.” A certain purple dragon uncurled from a ball and yawned. “Yeah Wings?” My son looked at me then at the purple mare in the kitchen talking with his wife. “Did dad and mom really meet like that?” Spike grunted. “Yeah.” “Dinner is ready!” Two voices rang out from the kitchen. What a wonderful family Thank you for reading this story.Yes this is the end of it!