The Pink Haired Woman

by Seran

Toothpaste dilemma

“My fellow Americans, as you all may or may not know, our nation has suffered a vicious cyber-attack against our nation's most visited servers. The attack was carried out by an organization who, until now, has remained secret. The files our agencies decrypted came from an intelligence group known as the Trans-Human Protection Agency, a group the United States government has no oversight over.

“To our knowledge, this organization was a group that hid secrets from the American people, secrets they deemed too much for us without limited wisdom in the past, but we are ready to know now. For those of you who have seen the images sent five hours ago, it burdens me to tell you that those images have been sent to our top forensics specialists, and that they are real. What you saw were images from another world, images which the THPA have been hiding from even our most knowledgeable agencies. As of this moment, the group’s leader has been apprehended and is facing serious charges, including high treason, and multiple violations of human rights. We can not emphasize how much we are disgusted by their practices.

“Some of the files found in the virus were images of unimaginable tortures, and an inhumane execution done by this group. I can not emphasize how disgusted I am for what has been done to these visitors to our great nation. The Civil Rights Act of 1964 dictates that no one shall be discriminated against based on race, color, religion, sex, or national origin. Though this person may be from another faraway place does not make them any less human. Though they are not human in their world, once they come into ours, they are as human as we are. The place you are from does not make you less human, so these people are to be treated with the same rights and privileges as our neighbors.

“Some of you may say they aren’t human. Some of you may say that they are aliens and need to be experimented upon, or denied entry into our great nation. This nation was founded by immigrants, and is inhabited by children of immigrants. We need to always remember this as we think of those who want to enter our nation. Even if the visitors have been declassified, this does not make them any less American. They have their citizenship as far as we saw, and that makes them citizens of the United States of America. They are not the enemy.

“This so-called ‘Agency’ lead us to believe that we were not ready to know about their findings. They believed the American people could not comprehend what they were hiding. The United States government begs to differ. In times of crises, the government has always acted in the best interests of it’s people. Therefore, , ‘If the American created the microchip, if the American found a cure for many diseases, if the American went to the moon successfully, then we are ready to be given the information about these new people.

“We have a new border in our country now. Let us spend time to welcome our new neighbors and let them feel welcome, and let them know that the United States will not stand for more oppression of its own, or other, citizens.

“Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow I am headed to the epicenter of this incident, to meet with our brave agents who protected this nation from what could have been a war between worlds, an unnecessary war that would have led to the loss of many innocent lives, and prevented the Trans-Human Protection Agency from further besmirching the name of the United states of America.

“Thank you, and God bless America.”

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The three agents looked at each other as the news anchor began to review the speech. John, who was now more confused than ever, sat his chair, worried over what would happen.

Agent Donovan turned to him with a look of disapproval. The phone rang again and Michaels answered.

“Yeah,” he responded, with the others unable to hear what was being said, “Him too? But he’s injured. The girl too?” The dialogue was fragmented as he answered quickly. “Understood, sir.”

Michaels hung up and walked up to John. He knelt down to his level and looked him in the eye. “Do you have anything against the president of the United States?” he asked bluntly.

“What?” John asked, bewildered. “N–no, I don’t.”

“Good,” Michaels responded. “The President is coming, and I don’t want you to make a mockery of this situation. He will want to meet you and your friends.” He turned to Andrew, and spoke louder. “The director called and said we need to ensure the safety of everyone involved with the incident. Prepare them for the President’s visit.”

Andrew laid his head back and groaned in displeasure. “If he has to come here, the mess can’t be cleaned up. He’s trying to put toothpaste back in the tube.”

“What do you mean?” Donovan asked.

“The President knew about the agency and he’s trying to push himself away.” Andrew pointed out.

“We know that,” Michaels replied. “It’s best to keep us out of the crosshairs rather than have to take their attacks head on.”

John looked at the men as they talked about the President’s speech, growing more furious about his more important problems.

“Hey assholes,” he shouted to get their attention. “If you don’t mind me saying, where am I going to sleep before the President’s arrival and, for the most part, afterwards? The front of my house has been shot to shit by the ‘agency’ or whoever they were.”

The men looked at each other in confusion.

“We would pay for your hotel, but the only hotel in town has been damaged by an explosion,” Andrew muttered to himself as he reminded everyone of his partner.

John looked at him with, frustrated. The group was confused over how he was portraying the incident. If it was in jest or passive-aggression, they did not know.

“How would we get a place for them?” Donovan asked. “For now we could get a contractor to fix his house, if the Director agrees.”

“There was the Inn just outside of town,” Michaels interrupted, ”though it is a bit expensive.”

John could see the hesitation in their offer. He stood up with a smile on his face. “Listen, I am about to meet the President over saving a woman from a rogue agency and my house was destroyed in the process.” He jested, “perhaps you can make an exception?”

The group looked at him. With a shrug, Michaels looked at his phone, “I’ll see what I can do.”

John was surprised. ‘Wow, I never thought that would work,’ he thought.

“We just need to make sure we will have everything ready beforehand.” Michaels signaled to his partner. “I’ll be back,” he said. “Stay here. It will take a minute. I need to pick up some paperwork.” Michaels left the room as he waited for the phone call.

John sat back down, depressed over what he had lost in one minute. He placed his hands on his forehead and fell back into the darkness as he thought of how his house looked.

Andrew looked over and saw his brother torn emotionally. “Don’t worry, John.” He tried to cheer him up. “Your house will be fixed.”

“It’s not that.” John replied, “I just felt all this could have been avoided If I haven’t been such a nice guy.”

Andre frowned at his brother’s grievance. “You know, when I found out you lived here, I was amazed that you were still alive. I didn’t know what to expect. You always seemed to distance yourself from everyone after the accident. That last year you stayed in L.A., you were a shut in. None of your friends knew what you were up to. They all came to me to find out what you were doing. It saddened me to know you were so self-destructive.”

John listened to his words not knowing where he was going. He hoped he would be quick about it.

“Then when I saw you here, I felt it had passed. When I saw her in the curtains the first time we met, I felt relieved you had changed. When I saw you both today, you weren’t hostile towards her. You even offered to help her, keep her safe.” Andrew continued to lighten up the mood. “You did this for a reason you don’t see just yet. Don’t blame yourself, or even her, for what had happened. Just know that you care for her, and your house can be rebuilt, but bonds are heavier when they are broken for dumb reasons.”

John looked up to see his brother smiling, and the agent trying to stay out of the conversation by focusing on the television. The sight of his brother’s smile made his heart soften as he thought less on his house, but more on the reason he had for helping Fluttershy.

‘Why did I do this?’ He thought hard as he thought of the only women he felt like going to the ends of the Earth for. The faces were similar, the smile that made him smile as well, and those eyes. He thought about it and he fell to startling conclusion.

‘I think she reminds me so much of Lucia, I am falling in love again.’ His eyes opened as he made this discovery.

Comments

[ParkerThomas]

Wow two chapters.

[Seran]

5706728 Technically it's three.

[Seran]

5706665 I had a hard time closing that arc. I hope it was good enough. The main arc is close to be focused on, and I hope it gets better.

[_-PRINCE ASTAROT-_]

so good aaaa i cant believe i catch up now i have to w8 for the new update awsome story bro

[Seran]

5803750 Thank you for your kind words. the next update will be sometime this month, Hopefully.

[LightningDashes]

Dawws glad its still being continued even if i just started reading it

[Seran]

5990820 We have been trying to get updates but graduation got in the way. Hopefully we'll get it out soon. We haven't given up on this story yet.