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...
"You deserve a medal!"
Damn, this is going to be good.
Keep it up.
once again, I am going to take the time to sincerely thank all you steam lovin' bronies out there. credit to MAGO5 for inspiration and indirect sequelness.
To those who actually play steam games, I've recently started a group for you guys, same name as my group on this website, Ponies Anonymous. Steam name: [PILLS] W 9001 PILLS HERE.
well...after all these years i finally see what spy looks like....then i remember it's a fanfic....ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu