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  1. House Whitegold Manehattan Arcane District-Rooftop "Like I said..." Swift answered absently, watching as Star Rain was confronted by Rarity, through the distant window, "It was simply a question... nothing more..." Swift felt strange, guilty almost. He'd promised to keep Star Rain safe, to try and prevent her falling into the hands of Rarity. If he was going to fulfil that promise, then he'd have to move now... But then again, it would only end in tears for him; his actions would be ignored by the unicorns, and they would simply flee from Whitegold. Meanwhile, he'd be punished severely for his actions! No, there really was no question about it... In order to save himself, Swift would have to cast aside the brief feeling of friendship towards his targets, and work towards their capture. Suddenly, the agent felt like his old self again. Maybe he was a scumbag for backstabbing like this, but then again, that was how he had always done things. That was how Whitegold had always done things. "I believe," Swift spoke calmly, with a faint smile, "that I've decided upon how to play these events. Thank you Stripes, for your words of advice." Suddenly, the agent's voice grew serious, yet still kindly. "But I advise that you get out of here quickly, there might be some trouble... It would be best for you to avoid getting caught up in it." (OOC, Okay, I won't be able to post over the weekend, so if anything big happens... Well, I'll miss it XD)
  2. House Whitegold Manehattan Arcane District-Rooftop Swift glanced up in shock, nearly loosing his grip on the slanted roof. He glanced suspiciously at the pegasus before speaking calmly, with a hint of secrecy. "I'm simply a humble agent on a humble mission... If I were you, then I'd forget that you'd even seen me up here." Hesitating for a second, Swift posed a question to Star, asking it with slight uncertainty. "What are you anyway, a civilian? Didn't your mother ever teach you not to fly around on rooftops?" There was humour in his voice, the effects of that terror wave all but forgotten. Still, he kept a eye on the open window where lay the target he was set to protect... Or perhaps betray... "So who are you then?" Swift asked Star suddenly, keeping his eye on the window, "an aristocrat? Perhaps the daughter of an arcanist?" He seemed to welcome the conversation; stake outs like this were typically dull, unless he was sent with another agent. That thought suddenly ended the ceasefire between his brain and his conscience. What was he doing here! Helping out Star Rain and the others, or trying to complete his initial mission of capturing the targets. "Say..." Swift began hesitantly, "If you had to choose between your own welbeing and helping out a... friend, then which would you do? It's a moral dilemma of sorts, you can think of it as simply a question..." The agent remained where he was, cautiously awaiting an answer from Star, wondering why he was even asking it... And what the answer would be. (OOC; Thanks, that rooftop was getting lonely! XD)
  3. House Whitegold Manehattan Arcane District-Rooftop Swift lay upon the rooftop, yawning lazily. He was safely hidden between the jutting bricks of a chimney, with a perfect view of Star's holding place. She noticed him suddenly, staring daggers, and Swift couldn't help but smirk at how angry she looked. In fact... a thought had occurred to him, one that had slowly grown as he waited. Why not raise the alarm when her friends showed up, gain the full reward for this mission! It was time to stop kidding himself; they didn't want his help, they'd much rather see him dead. So why help them? Why show sympathy to that little group? It had been a different story while he'd been talking to them, and something had stopped him from attacking... But whatever it was, that feeling was almost gone now, replaced by greed and a thirst for recognition. That was it... he'd let the group gather together, join them... Then have them all captured! He felt sick at himself for imagining such a scummy idea, especially after they had gained his trust. Then again, he had to think of himself in these situations, not of... Suddenly, the agent's thoughts were interrupted by a sensation of imminent dread, as if he was upon the brink of death... He froze, the feeling coursing through his veins, before at last it relinquished its hold. Swift sat for a while, panting with shock. As the feeling faded, Swift began to wonder wether he'd actually felt anything at all, perhaps he'd just dozed off in the heat. Then again, that had felt pretty damn real...
  4. House Whitegold Manehattan Military District-Acanist District Swift watched calmly, as a small group of guards led Star from the base. She was blindfolded, a factor that gathered a lot of attention from the passing citizens, yet was quickly passed off by all as some enemy of state. It was these very citizens, that Swift used for cover, walking normally against the crowd. His hiding place remained here, hidden in plain view, for the rest of the walk. There was a switch of wardens at one point; the 03 guards being changed for Arcanists, and Swift was forced to lie low amongst the crowd, wary of being detected. He lost the group for a second, but quickly located them ahead. As he followed, Swift noticed for the first time, slight scratches upon the paving slabs. How sad... Star was desperately trying to leave a trail, despite the vast crowds of ponies who would obscure the very ground that she marked. At last Star was led into a building, one that Swift was unsure of. He moved into an back street, before ascending to the roof of an opposite building, lying low to watch Star's holding place carefully. There were many windows across the face of that building, and Swift couldn't determine in which room Star lay... Until he noticed a figure repeatedly punching a wall, dwarfed by distance yet still unmistakeable. Swift made himself comfortable, settling down where he lay. This was going to be a long wait...
  5. House Whitegold Manehattan Military District Swift nodded reluctantly to the director. "Of course sir..." With that, the agent left the office, mulling over what to do next. It seemed that Star was out of reach, trapped beyond his influence within the Whitegold prison system. So... should he just go back on the deal he made; allow Star to fall into the scheming hoofs of Rarity? For some reason, Swift felt uneasy about that, about just leaving her. It couldn't be guilt or sympathy surely... Nor fear at the threats of Long Stride. Swift could easily hold his own against that particular earth pony, using a mixture of agility and cunning. A though occurred to Swift, one that widened a smirk upon his face. Of course! He didn't have to do anything to rescue Star; the promise was to keep her Safe! So long as he watched over her, ensuring that no harm came to the imprisoned unicorn, then he was fulfilling his side of the bargain! The self satisfied smirk remained on Swift's face as he left the agency, leaning on a wall outside. When the time came for Star to be moved, then he'd follow her to the arcane district, ensuring that she remained unscathed... Until her friends showed up to save the day. Which they undoubtedly would...
  6. House Whitegold Manehattan Undercity-Tavern/Director's Office Swift ground his teeth, watchful of Long Stride. "I'll do everything within my power to ensure her safety," he said at last to Eternity, walking to the limp form of Star. "I'm grateful for your trust... as little as it may be." Catching hold of Star, Swift pulled her to the window, opening it with a kick. Before he left, the agent turned to Long Stride, smiling calmly. "And by the way... I resent being called a bastard." With that, he was gone. Swift carried the limp body on his back, showing surprising strength for such a slender pony. It hurt him to know how much the others hated his presence, how if it hadn't been for his appearance then none of this would have happened. Then again, it was all part of the job. If your profession involved sneaking and backstabbing, then you were bound to be hated. Reaching the outer city, Swift ignored the glances of surprise from the surrounding citizens, calming approaching guards with an announcement of; "I'm an agent." It was all they needed, the soldiers lowering their weapons reluctantly. Swift hoped that his theory had been right, that the release spells lay within the prison... otherwise Spell's capture would be meaningless. Reaching the military district, Swift carried Star carefully to the 03 base, slipping inside. He descended to the basement, carrying Star into the small holding room beneath the base... And to the wardens within. "I was capable of capturing one unicorn. Rarity wants her in good shape, so if I were you then I'd release that inhibitor quickly..." As they did so, Swift quickly ascended to the top floor of the 03 base, bursting into the director's office with his usual extravagance and arrogant tone. "I was only capable of capturing one of the unicorns sir... you never mentioned that they would be armed..." he announced casually, "the others managed to fight me off. I believe that they will have long escaped from the city sir... we'll have to make do with the one I captured." Swift was nervous... if this plan was to work, then he'd need to play what he said carefully. "She is in the holding cells below, however she's a lively one. By now I'm used to the tricks she has... I think that it's best if I accompany her for now, make sure that she doesn't trick whoever is guarding her.
  7. House Whitegold Manehattan Undercity-Tavern Swift sighed with irritation, pushing Eternity away. "Are all unicorns so hot blooded?!" the agent muttered, "I just told you, they can't be removed! I assume that there's an unlocking spell, a certain wavelength that will relinquish the ring's power... but the only ones who will know the correct spell are those waiting for me to bring you in as targets." Swift stared sombrely at Eternity, speaking calmly and clearly. "I know that you're angry," he gestured to the others, "that all of you are angry... but anger won't resolve this. Unless one of you happens to be an adept mage with enough knowledge to crack the seal, then there's nothing that we can do." Swift thought for a moment, watching Star carefully. At last he returned his attention to the others, "If I were you, then I'd just let her go. I don't know how long the effects of the ring will last for and while unconscious, she'll only slow your escape. I'll take her as my prisoner, make sure that the ring is removed." He looked Eternity in the eye, "I promise that I won't let anything happen to her. Call it a thanks for letting me live..." Swift turned his attention to Long Stride, "or perhaps call it an unwillingness to let that kind streak within you die." Swift shook his head, sighing again. "I have no idea why I'm helping you, so if I were you, then I'd take advantage of it. Seems like you don't have much choice either way..." The agent addressed the whole group now, confidence returning to his voice. "So, what'll it be?"
  8. House Whitegold Manehattan Undercity-Tavern "Watch out," Swift exclaimed, "The rings are attracted by magic!" He placed a foot on the ground, stopping the ring from attaching itself to Eternity. Turning to the others, Swift lowered his head. "I don't know how to remove the inhibitors... I assumed that they'd be removed upon your capture, I wasn't told exactly how they worked." Swift wasn't sure why he was helping the targets, why he was throwing away a chance to capture them. Maybe it was because of something that the immobilised unicorn had said, about... this being a suicide mission... Surely the director would have had the foresight not to send one agent to capture multiple foes... Could all this have just been to test the target's power? Was... was Rarity using him because of his foolish behaviour at the performance hall? The ring beneath his feet stopped moving, and Swift kicked it to the corner again, where it settled limply. "I know one thing, attempting to remove the ring manually will only make it worse..."
  9. House Whitegold Manehattan Undercity-Tavern "Well, well, well..." Swift smiled, "maybe you're not all bad after all..." He stepped forward a little, confidence returning slowly. "As for why you should let me live, well that's an easy one. In case you hadn't worked it out, I'm a Whitegold agent, the spearhead for this mission. If I don't come back alive, then they won't bother sending another agent, they'll send military forces instead. I doubt that Rarity would normally bother wasting such resources on a group like you, however you know how much she hates to lose..." Swift's shark-like smile widened. "She wont let you escape without throwing resources at you, so let me ask earth pony... Do you really want to subject the ones who 'remind you of your family', to a squadron of the Whitegold military? You're all good fighters, but even the best can be outnumbered." This was it! The previous feelings of defeat were vanishing, replaced by confidence. This toughened earth pony had just revealed his weakness! Alongside Swift's escape ticket... "If you allow me to live, then I can give you a head start to run, a fair chance to escape with your little group. If not... then good luck fighting something much stronger." Who'd have thought, that the earth pony actually cared for the others... In a way, it was nice that even the hardest warriors still had kindness engraved within them, deep down. Maybe there still was hope, for an end to all this violence.
  10. House Whitegold Manehattan Undercity-Tavern Swift remained where he was, watching the competition facing him; the swords raised, the horns glowing... At last the agent sighed, dropping his weapon. He was no fool; there was no way that he could defuse a situation such as this. It was over. "Okay... I know when I'm beaten." Swift sighed with defeat, "I'll admit that I messed up a few times, but despite that you lot are too powerful a foe for one person." Swift stood back from the steel of Long Stride's sword, watching the others wearily. "As you've probably guessed, I'm here for the three unicorns. I can't tell you who I work for, nor my employer's intentions for the targets. I guess that I just don't have the skill for a mission of this size, especially with the addition of the earth pony." Swift eyes the room window, on the wall behind him, then decided against escaping through it. Chances were, that he wouldn't make it that far... Besides, where would he go? Return to his base empty handed, and finally prove his lack of talent to the agency? "So," Swift continued eventually, "why are you helping them earth pony? I assumed in these times of xenophobia that a soldier like you would view such ponies as enemies..." Shaking his head, Swift returned to the main matter at hand. "So, there's not much that I can do at this point except appeal to your better nature... though I'll assume that you probably won't have that." Swift stood, waiting for a response from the enemies ahead of him.
  11. House Whitegold Manehattan Undercity-Tavern Swift slowly drew his sword; a slender crystal blade that glistened in the light of Phoenix flames. "You know, you've turned out to be a lot more trouble than first expected..." Swift announced, act gone in place of bitter honesty, "I was hoping to finish this quickly. To complicate matters further, Rarity seems to want you alive." Swift's expression of hatred deepened. "Otherwise I'd have finished this sooner." Resting his sword upon the floor, Swift pulled the capture rings from where they lay within his bag. "The two unicorns, come quietly and we can end this before it turns bitter. As for the pegasus... I could take you in as an accomplice, however matters are complicated enough as it is. You can just count your luck for that." Extending the rings carefully, Swift watched to see how his targets would react. Upon capture, he'd have to take out the the two birds hovering above their owners; they were an unnecessary annoyance. As for the third and final unicorn, Swift could deal with him after these two. Although the recent commotion had probably already awoken him, alongside that damn earth pony guardian. Swift would have to act fast.
  12. House Whitegold Manehattan Undercity-Tavern Swift cursed again, tossing the bag of coins away, before walking towards the stairs. "Damn it!" he muttered under his breath, "none of this is going the way I planned..." They only option left now, was to take on the targets himself. He'd been relying on the mercenaries being drunk enough to blindly charge into a fight, regardless of money... Relying far too much on hope. Now he'd have to face that guardian earth pony himself, and risk allowing the targets to slip away. Swift climbed the tavern stairs, reaching the top floor quickly and quietly. The fugitives could be behind any one of these doors.... As could that Earth Pony... Swift stood in the hallway, judging his plan carefully. He just wanted to capture these unicorns quickly, to end this disastrous mission before it could go any worse. It was true, he realised at last; He really was loosing his touch. His flair, his confidence in the completion of a mission without interruption. What had gone wrong? Sighing, Swift chose a door, carefully slipping to it. The agent raised a lock pick to the door, effortlessly opening it. A peek inside revealed a group of sleeping earth ponies... wrong door. This tactic of trial and error continued, until at last, Swift found what he had been looking for. Or partially. Two unicorns and a pegasus slept, and Swift recognised one of the unicorns from his encounter earlier. So the plan was simply to slip into the room, use the inhibitor rings on the unicorns while they slept, and... Owl?!? Swift froze where he was, staring directly into the eyes of a guard owl. Good going...
  13. House Whitegold Manehattan Undercity-Tavern After an hour or so, Swift entered the bar, unnoticed. His head was held low, a look of misery and fear, while his once lustrous mane now dangled limply over his head. The agent, appearing as just another traveller to the drunk citizens of the bar, approached a table filled with raucous mercenaries, speaking softly to them. Hopefully, these hardened fighters would be drunk enough for Swift's plan to work, they'd be drunk enough to take pity on him... Then kick off into a brawl. "Umm..." Swift called out to them, "I was wondering if you could help me... There's a killer on the loose, and he's targeting me." Under normal circumstances, this statement would probably result in laughter, however drink did funny things to even the strongest ponies. Swift continued, "He's already killed a bunch of ponies over on Tallow bridge! I counted seven bodies, but then, he saw me! I ran away, but he might have followed me..." Swift shakily raised a small bag of bits to the group. The money probably wouldn't be necessary, not at this stage... but it didn't hurt to cover all angles. Finally, Swift dropped the last bombshell, one that he knew would tug on the patriotic reigns of the mercinaries. The flint to light the kindling. "I think he might of been from House Earthborn..." (OOC, so I guess that StarRain would play the mercenaries... Right?)
  14. House Whitegold Manehattan Undercity As his targets vanished into the darkness, Swift ground his teeth angrily. What had gone wrong?! He'd been acting perfectly... besides, who was that earth pony who had threatened him so viciously? An accomplice perhaps? It was a minor setback in the big scheme of things, that the ponies he had been instructed to capture were guarded. So, what now? Swift remained where he was for a a while, allowing the others to get further and further from him. He would have to track them from a larger distance, following their trail through intuition. Or... he could strike now, capture the targets while neutralising the earth pony... But three against one? Swift didn't like those odds. Suddenly Swift started to walk again, following his targets at a great distance. He could continue the act if he bumped into the group again; they were unsure of him, and that was all it would take. Besides, if the need did fall that they would have to fight, then Swift was sure that he could defend himself. This wasn't over yet.
  15. House Whitegold Manehattan Undercity Swift stopped dead where he was, wincing. Damn... he'd been sussed out so early... Now came the choice; either strike now, or play along. The two didn't seem very tough, perhaps he could capture these two now. Assuming of course, that they were the targets he was searching for. But if he played along, then perhaps they could lead him to the other target... Or even targets! If he was to capture the whole group of targets, then this could be a great lead! "I'm.... sorry...." he called out uncertainly from where he stood, before trotting into view, head low. "I didn't mean to frighten you... I was just hoping for some company... or rather defence. This place is really dangerous when you're alone, only I couldn't work up the courage to talk to you..." At last, Swift raised his head staring desperately at the two, his act practiced and near flawless. "Could I maybe... or possibly... perhaps... walk with you two?" Swift held his breath, watching carefully for any signs of suspicion. If they didn't buy the act, then he'd have to resort to plan B...
  16. House Whitegold Manehattan Director's Office/Undercity Swift glanced quickly through the papers, examining the subjects of his latest mission. Three unicorns in the Undercity? Typical, Another shot in the dark. Three needles in the filthiest haystack of all Manehattan... But if the commands came from Rarity herself, then that must mean that the three were no ordinary house enemies. Unicorns were creatures to be taken with caution; their powers could range from feeble to devastating, and there was no easy way to tell. Swift saluted bitterly. At least he was being given another chance, besides, a challenge could be interesting. "I'll capture the targets as requested sir, and I'll take them to the holding cells below the base." With that, the agent left, lacking his usual flair and extravagance. The recent hectic events had left him drained, and the agent had lost the will to show off. Remaining on the street, Swift made his way to the Undercity entrance, before pushing onwards into the dark surroundings, passing unfortunate citizens as he went. Taking to the shadows, Swift navigated his way across the Undercity, attentive for anything that even resembled a lead. The Undercity was subdued that night, and so the sound of raised voices from nearby was enough to raise Swift's attention. He slipped into a silent gallop, reaching the source of the voices, and... "Jackpot." the agent whispered to himself. Three figures stood along a bridge, alongside a body. If that wasn't a lead, then Swift didn't know what was. At the very least, he'd found some murderers, but at the most... Remaining within the darkness, Swift trailed the front two, figuring his strategy. First, integrate himself within the group, make sure they were the targets, and then... Bring them in! Most likely one at a time, using confusion and acting to mask his real intentions. The three capture rings lay in his saddle bag, waiting...
  17. House Whitegold Military District Director's office Swift stopped, turning back to the director carefully. "The mistress?" he wondered aloud, before quickly checking himself. "I mean... Sir, what is it that you would like me to do..." On the one hoof, Swift was relieved that the director hadn't questioned his story... But on the other hoof, here was a message from the 'mistress'... What did she want? Or was this just a roundabout way for the director to punish him? Swift approached the director again, waiting for information from the leader. Whatever this mission was, it sure was out of the blue. It was already late, yet here was a messenger delivering for the 'mistress'. Swift could only assume that the 'mistress' meant Rarity, and a message from her could hold all sorts of trouble, especially after his... performance earlier in the artisan district. Could the request perhaps have something to do with the cultist attack earlier? Or was it about the assassination attempt upon Sweetie Belle's life? Or was it something else altogether? (OOC, sorry for rambling a bit at the end... The character limit thing makes it hard for a quick answer! XD)
  18. House Whitegold Military District Director's Office Swift entered the director's office, glancing warily at the messenger before striding to the centre of the room. "Sir," he began carefully, unsure of how much the director already knew; that tell-tale smirk on the director's face wasn't a good sign, "I'm sure that you've already heard of the unfortunate events of the performance hall, of the... tragic attempt on Miss Sweetie Belle's life. I was simply reporting to inform you of my reason for not engaging with the cultist attack." Pacing across the carpeted floor, Swift continued with his story; "I was informed that there would be a performance tonight, and naturally I decided to inspect the venue in case of any trouble. As I passed the hall, I heard cries of terror from within and, I decided to intervene. There was an assassin of unknown origin trying to kill Miss Sweetie Belle, an assassin who I managed to stop and capture, with minimal disruption." With that, Swift stopped, returning his attention to the director. He hoped the story would work... surely the director wouldn't have heard any details, aside from that an unknown agent had shown up... "So sir, that is my report. I'll just head off now... you appear to be very busy..." Swift turned carefully, and started to leave.
  19. House Whitegold Artisan District/Military District Swift nodded to Encore, before returning his gaze to the empty concert hall. "Well then, good luck with that. I'm sure that she's fine... although a scratch is usually all it takes to make an aristocrat weep." He bowed dramatically to Encore, "I suppose that this is where we part ways then... I'll probably be in trouble for getting involved in this, so I'd better get back to the base." He paused for a second, before quickly adding, with a layer of embarrassment; "nice singing by the way..." With that, the agent galloped silently from the hall, leaving Encore alone. Swift moved across the city, noticing (with a wince), the aftermath of the cultist attack; frightened shop-keepers and a surplus of Whitegold guards. He was in trouble now.... Maybe if he just bluffed his way through, if he pretended that he had been fighting the cultists, rather than fooling about with an assassin then he might escape unscathed. At last Swift reached the military district and, eventually, the 03 base itself. He ascended the floors until reaching the top, pausing in the small waiting room. It was time to face the director, and if he'd found out what Swift had gotten himself into... The agent sighed, shaking his head. Then he'd loose the last shreds of respect he had left.
  20. House Whitegold Artisan District On Stage Swift turned to the previously silent performer, raising an eyebrow. "I'm a whisper of wind, a snatch of conversation... Swift Nimbus..." he announced dramatically, "but seriously, I'm just a lowly agent who happened to be in the right place at the right time..." Swift returned his gaze to the mess of curtains. "Strange... this assassination attempt seemed like more of a personal attempt. She didn't have the qualities of a trained assassin." Swift tossed his hair back arrogantly. "No doubt she's probably just another victim of political foul play, hoping for a chance to strike back at Rarity for whatever reason." Swift suddenly paused, tilting his head and turning towards Encore, seeming to take in the performer fully for the first time. "So where do you come into all this then? I take it that you were the one singing... This is probably a bit much for you; a glimpse into how ruthless individuals can be, even towards the innocent..." Remembering Sweetie Belle, Swift paused for a moment. "Speaking of the innocent, I suppose that you'll want to return to Miss Sweetie Belle's side. The way that you rushed to defend her, without thought for yourself... She must mean something to you."
  21. Whitegold Artisan District Performance Hall Stage Swift raised an eyebrow at the assassin, now tangled within the vast stage curtains. "Good going..." he announced. Well, it looked as though that fight was over... The agent strode to the entangled assassin, standing before her. The stage was littered with props, scattered by the assassin's slip. Could a professional killer really make such a mistake... "I suppose that now you're all tied up... There's no harm in asking who you are," his voice grew a little colder, "and what house you're from. You clearly came here to strike out at Rarity... or rather her sister. You see, I like to know which house I'm subtracting a member from, before I kill scum like you." It wouldn't even surprise Swift if she was from Whitegold itself; the amount of backstabbing involved within the government could easily lead to something like this. Swift raised one leg, inspecting the hoof arrogantly while he waited for an answer from the assassin, a beg for mercy perhaps... It made little odds to him what this killer had to say; he'd heard it all before.
  22. As the assassin charged, Swift moved in to intercept, kicking up against the sword strike. As he moved, the stinging pain from the cuts gained from falling through the glass slowed his movements. The agent stumbled a little falling into the intercept, but quickly tried to regain his composure. Typical... It seemed that the very individuals whose lives he was trying to save, had left. Not even a thank you for jumping in to save them... Then again, there was always that other pony, the one who had first defended Sweetie Belle. Who was he anyway? Another aristocrat? Well... Swift didn't recognise him anyway. But there were more important matters at hand than Sweetie Belle's latest fling! Swift prepared to fight the Assassin, suddenly ignorant of Encore's presence there. It was too late to impress the leaders now, Swift could only thank the fact that he'd been 'graced' with their presence... and that they might remember who he was. For now, it was time to defeat the assassin... Or should he ask questions first? Nah, she was probably just a hired weapon from another house or even political group... (OOC... Okay, not really sure where to go from here XD The character minimum is going to make fighting difficult...)
  23. Noticing Encore's movements towards the back of the stage, Swift returned to full attention, cursing himself for being so foolish. Of course this wasn't part of the performance! The audience had all run off... No, this was a genuine assassination attempt on a high ranking aristocrat, none other than Sweetie Belle herself! He'd have to intervene alongside the other pony, the one valiantly brandishing the mic stand. The agent had returned to his senses, this was about far more than just rank boosting and appearance! This was about gentlepony qualities, about proving his worth as an agent in combat! With agile steps, Swift ascended onto the stage, moving behind Encore, supporting him as he prepared to attack the presumed assassin, lurking backstage. Swift held his breath, preparing himself for a fight, unsure of the assassin's full strength. If they were of a high standard, then why choose such an in-strategical target as Sweetie Belle? Unless this was a revenge attack from a vigilante... One thing was for sure though, there were two defenders and only one assassin; Odds that settled in Swift's favour.
  24. House Whitegold Manehattan Artisan District Performance Hall Swift sat up suddenly, listening to the scream from below. He glanced down through the glass at his feet, and watched as movement began in the audience panic setting in, with individuals moving towards the stage. Instantly, his feelings of calm deserted him, and the agent checked himself. Had he really just been sitting there on the roof... listening?! While there was action happening nearby! But that wasn't the important thing right now... With a stamp of his hoof, the skylight shattered, and Swift fell through into the hall, glass cascading around the agent. It hadn't been the cleverest idea; he was cut open buy multiple spikes of glass as he passed through the skylight, yet he landed gracefully, cat-like and with a smirk of heroism, galloping gracefully to the stage, where stood... Swift skidded to a halt, eyes wide. It couldn't be... The singer had been... Sweetie Bell, and not to mention the pony standing by her sister, a face that everypony knew, the crystal features of Whitegold's refined yet vicious leader. "Lady Rarity..." Swift began, bowing painfully to the two, "Miss Sweetie Belle..." He rose, and moved into fighting stance, his mane moving in time to the agent's body positioning. "Agent Swift Nimbus at your service. What seems to be the trouble?" he asked humbly, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his face. Forget cultist battles, this was incredible! He'd hit the jackpot; a chance to help two of the most important individuals within Whitegold! This would almost certainly gain him a promotion, if not a knighthood! All he had to do was play this right... There were others on the stage, however Swift dismissed them with a cursory glance. A mare tended to Sweetie Belle's wounds, while another Stallion seemed to be fending off something unseen at the back of the stage. It suddenly occurred to Swift that this all seemed like a scene from a... Play... Was this all part of the performance? Was it really a music concert or... a stage production? Confidence was replaced by doubt, and Swift slowly began to wonder whether or not his big entrance was a mistake or not. If this did turn out to be a play, then he'd never hear the end of it from the other agents... even worse, he might end up proving his incompetence to the director, killing any chance of a promotion back to a class one. Insecurity began to take over, as Swift desperately looked to Rarity and Sweetie Belle for an answer.
  25. Swift lay on the hall rooftop, relaxing for the first time in months. It was strange, he usually hated doing nothing... Yet here he was, wasting time on a roof. His attention switched for a second, and he noticed faint, distant sounds of panic. Turning lazily, he looked in the direction of the action, noticing the occasional flash of magic lighting the distance. "Not my problem," the agent sighed, looking away from the flashes. It looked like there really was a cult attack... but he had neither the motivation nor the need to intervene. The military would probably have resolved it by the morning. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind. If it was discovered that he hadn't helped in the capture, then that could spell trouble... But Swift didn't care. He could handle a rant from the director, it wasn't a big deal. Besides, those cultists wouldn't last another hour under the full force of the Whitegold guard. All of his efforts to help would be superficial, another straw onto the camel's back. He may as well just stay here, relax until the end of the concert, then head out for the cultist cleanup. Swift calmed down once again, returning to his peaceful listening. The song was nothing special, and he couldn't really hear it from up here. Only the pace carried, faint snatches of voice from below. He had a feeling that he recognised one of the singing voices... Probably just a hyped celebrity, or artistic aristocrat having a go at singing... No one special...
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