private Eastern Skies Ablaze

[FancyHorse 1,209]

"It's just a situation brief. Letting us in on whats happened lately." Razor spoke, a rather simple answer at that. 

 

The four of them sat about fiddling about with their phones, whispering amongst each other. The seconds ticking by like hours. A rather pain staking wait. Until finally the door swung open with the commander trudging in still in his khaki formal attire and adornded stache.

 

"Nice to see you four again. " He says approaching to the podium table close by reaching in and passing out dossier folders to each of them. Returning back to the door he makes sure its tightly locked. 

 

"I wanted to speak with the four of you privately, the rest of the staff get anxious hearing on news like this." He said, the sudden change in tone raising a sense of caution. Something going on? 

 

"Is... there a problem sir?" Razor asked, with formal addressing in her speech. 

 

"... Our intelligence may be becoming jeopardized. " He says now returned back in front of them. 

 

There was odd silence between the ponies.

 

"We suspect somepony may be leaking intelligence plans... Lately from our recent losses the past three weeks." 

[Mentis Soliloquy 3,026]

(Sorry this got bogged in my notifications mate) 

 

"Your saying that their is a traitor, wait are you saying there is a traitor here? At this base!?..." She sat back from her intrigue of this shaking her head. "That's the stupid questions I will ask this one, what dose it have to do with us? We're foreign fighters in your war."

[FancyHorse 1,209]

@@Mentis Soliloquy, 

 

"And sadly at this point you're the only four I can try to trust- apart from a few select I know well enough." The commander stated. 

"And correction Star- it is our war." He iterated, refering to both the Equestrians and Arabians with slight assertive undertone to it. 

 

"You four just arrived. You are strangers. And that means you have no knowledge of anything here. Which means you couldn't possibly have connection with our intelligence leaks. So for the remainder of your time until further notice- or when our.. situation is resolved: you will be reporting directly to me for mission briefings- rather then a mission observer." He stated giving a brush at his mustache.

 

Always with that bloody face fluff.

 

"Your missions will be classified as Top Secret- do not under any circumstances tell any pony of your missions or whom claims they are learning under my authority. Only report directly to me." 

 

With a brief scribble on the notebook at his little podium stand he handed a piece of paper to each of the squadmates. 

"We're gonna start passing notes to avoid leaks?" Kris scoffed. The expression returned by the commander was blank.. He was not having this humor. 

 

"Take this contact number and put it in your personel devices. Expect calls at anytime. " He stated- implying per say they already have their personel numbers?

"I understand this is all far fetching and unorthodox. But I am asking for your cooperation. I would never be doing this if I didn't feel it ment keeping our intel safe." He stated. 

[Mentis Soliloquy 3,026]

"Sir, it's your war I'm a conscript, only reason I don't desert is because I'd go to jail..." She sighed, she did want a make deal of it, but she did not believe in this fight. "But that is not here nor there, if this spy is connected or has fellow traitors with hacking skills or the ability to bug our phones or listen on our calls, these are private phones they're not encrypted sir."

[FancyHorse 1,209]

"You won't be receiving mission orders on your phone. It's for me to personally summon your squad for private briefings. Mission details will not be disclosed outside the briefing room." He stated. 

 

The four looked about at each other a bit of dismay in each others expression. 

 

"I won't keep you here any longer now. You're dismissed. Report back to your quarters." he says. 

 

With that outta the way the squad rejoins with their original escorts returning into their transport vans returning across the runway and to the quarters. 

[Mentis Soliloquy 3,026]

Star looked to the rest of her squad in the van. "I don't even know what to make of what just happened... should we like tell our command so they know their positions might be compromised by this traitor?" Honestly who knew how high up the command structure this spy was. 

[FancyHorse 1,209]

@@Mentis Soliloquy, 

 

"Sounds like a sound plan. I'll get them on the horn and let them know." Razor noted, as they pulled up to the quarters. 

 

In unison as they exited the van, the guards pull away leaving the squad there. Approaching from the steps came a long bearded stallion. Upon his head adorned a flat capped beret like apperal. He gave a gentle bow, the 28th Tac. Wing insignia with its firery depiciton of a flaming pegasus on its decal. Must be the final one of Tariq's squad.

 

"Greetings." he said. 

 

"I apologize for the interuption. Marhaban- I am Quarbar. A pleasure to see you." his voice sounded unapologetic polite. 

 

"My squad lead wanted to ask if you wanted to go for some Town-Time?" He asked, the odd phrase giving question to the squad.

 

"Uhh Town Time?" Razor asked,

 

"Most of us go about buying our own items and food. Everypony is heading out- I can take one of you along if you need to make some purchases." He said giving a genuine smile. His sunken eyes of the definite presentation of the aged pony- kinda reminding some of the squad of their own elders. Amazing that some pony like him was a fighter pony?

 

"Well that's up to my squad? You guys wanted a smart TV right?" Razor asked.

 

"If you plan to go,only one should leave the base- in case of emergencies we'll still have plenty of ponies on base while the others are gone." Quarbar added. 

[Mentis Soliloquy 3,026]

"Why do I have a feeling that I am going to be the one who ends up going to town?" She shook her head. "I just said that out-loud, yes we do want a TV... um I just got volunteered or I'm in the dog house yay..." Star's head drooped and she just waited for someone to point out she said something wrong.