The night had loomed overhead as the students drive down the highway; the streets empty of most vehicles at this late hour. The humming of the jeep's engine resonates in the background as the students drive east towards the harbor. Foxtrot remains silent as he looks ahead, lost in his own thoughts. "Hey you two,  thanks again for helping me out on this."

Foxtrot remains silent as he listens to the report, the fact that there are casualties regardless pulls at the unicorn's thoughts. It's when Broadshield makes his offer that he's taken off guard, even  more so that it's extended to Nivalia as well. "Although I can't speak for Niv, I can certainly relay the offer. As for myself..." Foxtrot pauses, his tone becoming more somber, "I haven't been a guard in years, and it didn't end well either." Whether he liked to admit or not, it was a damn good offer, and even he knew he would need work in the future. "I need to think about it. With everything that's happened today it's just a lot to take in. I still have to sort out what's left of The 26, after that though I'll come back with my answer. Should take two days tops." The tug of war in his mind goes on after he speaks, however the chance to serve in the guard again has much more traction in his decision.

"Tinder, you live in Ponyville." Foxtrot abruptly adds. "That's quite the trip for something like that. Look, I can patch you up myself which will hold you over for now. Or I can watch your bag while the medics fix you up, make sure it doesn't get any more ruined." Mentioning ruined, the unicorn looks down to find his entire jacket torn to shreds, pieces of armor missing entirely or scorched by the blasts of magic. "Ugh, I hope the safehouse is stocked."

The girls are taken aback by Metal's statement, the girls remain silent; one of them leans forward, sounding cynical, "Prove it." Foxtrot reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone; after pressing a few buttons, Tommy's voice echoes out on the speaker, "Listen to me you little sh!t! I've had this thing planned for months and I'm gonna let some drunk punk ruin it! I'll find you, your family, everyone you care about and I'll make you all pay!" As the recording stops, a deathly silence grips the scene.

Foxtrot leans forward, his tone serious with a hint of fear, "Tropicana... he has my sister. Please, I'm scared that she's hurt or worse. The sooner I get this resolved, the better. And if it means that much to you all, I'll find a way to pay you back later just..." The student's nerves begin to falter, Foxtrot raises his hand to cover his face as he fights to stay calm. Tropicana looks over to the other girls and nods, one of them bringing the suitcase over to them. "Thank you, I..."

"Don't worry about it." Tropicana replies. "This is serious stuff, we won't get in the way of it." A smirk then appears on her face, "Besides, you can repay us when you get her back. We'll all throw a killer party to celebrate; now get going you three, you all have things to do." Foxtrot nods and puts the cash in his pockets into the suitcase, counting it to find the necessary amount.

Getting up, he nods and makes his way to the exit, "We'll take you up on that Tropicana. Thanks."

As soon as Foxtrot finds another glider pack under some debris, it slips from his hooves as the building begins to lean forward. The lights flicker and explode as the current is cut off; furniture, concrete, and metal begin sliding out of the room into the bay below. The agent sprints towards Bravo, the Director himself barely moving. Passing the pack again, the unicorn scoops it up and slings it over his shoulders; cuffs in hoof skids to a stop next to the pegasus. He only manages to get one on when the skyscraper begins to collapse; the structure falling forward halfway. The Director and agent are flung out of the conference room, hundreds of meters in the air; Foxtrot's heart beats erratically, his vision and hearing blurring as his adrenaline kick in full throttle. Finding Bravo too far to secure the other cuff, Foxtrot yanks the chord on his pack; a pair of canvas wings spring out, catching the high winds and violently cutting the unicorn's momentum, and lack of oxygen, by a drastic amount. Tucking his body in he tackles Bravo and clicks on the last cuff, securing the final Director. As he pops out of sight, Foxtrot looks over to see that the building right over him. In a roar that echoes throughout the entire city, a storm of dust swallows the immediate area, the fog of confusion worsening with the lack of visibility. Any cars in the area buzz and honk as their alarms erupt from the seismic vibration. As the dust settle and waves calm, the carcass of what's left of the building now shows. Twisted beams of metal, concrete, wires and stone all litter the area, dotted by small flames throughout. Further out into the bay, a small splash breaks from the water. Foxtrot gasps for air as his pack's inflation device activates, a blessing of The 26's no expense spared policy. Disorientated and losing consciousness, the unicorn looks over his shoulder as his breathing regulates  to find the destruction that was left behind. The sudden sound of creaking wood ahead of him draws his attention forward; out of the smog of soot in the air, a small boat coasts within sight. It's crimson sails are marked as Saddle Arabian, bringing the unicorn to grin as a familiar face shows up. Before he can do anything else though, his body gives out from exhaustion, Foxtrot blacking out as he floats in the water.

Foxtrot steps over to Tinder, picking her up from the ground. "Thanks Tinder, you saved my ass." Not responding to the Director's words, he nods to her hoofcuffs before trudging over to Broadshield, "Cuff him, he's done." Heading over to the pegasi, the agent plucks out his blue bandages, "Don't worry, you'll make it." As he sits him up, Foxtrot begins to apply the wraps, "Thanks for not hitting me this time." the unicorn chuckles.

The rattle of automatic fire rings around Yankee, a stray round grazing him in the leg and turning him to Broadshield. A second later, Tinder's bolt punctureshis shoulder, sending the Director reeling back. Instead of resisting, he uses the momentum to roll backwards, out of the Equinox's line of fire and exposing his ally instead. Foxtrot looks up to spot the green unicorn rolling into one of the roof's holes before his mind is struck with pain as two rounds from Broadshield's weapon strike his flank and side; his new armor stops the second round from puncturing his body, keeping him alive. "F@#&!" The agent roars over the winds around them, actually sitting up momentarily before falling back from dizziness. Whether Yankee was fighting or not, Foxtrot tries to patch himself up; he reaches into his pockets and pulls out a blue roll of medicated wrap, a custom product of Nivalia. Opening his heavily stained jacket, he sees the gash still pouring out blood. Rolling some out, he manages to apply it to his front injury, the wrap then  cleaning, swelling, and numbing the area. His vision begins to fade again, the unicorn dropping the wrap just to stay awake.

"Oh it's here alright." another student says, her friends starting to emerge into the yard. Most are dressed for the occasion: shorts, bikini tops, and tshirts complemented with a few sunglasses as well. One of them appears with a black suitcase, placing it next to Tropicana as they all take seats arounds the guests, getting rather comfortable in moments.

Foxtrot sighs and lays back on his seat, relieved at the stroke of good luck. "Thank goodness. We'll just pick that up and be on our way out."

"Woah, what do you mean?" Tropicana asks, rather surprised by his statement. "You told us that if we won the bet we would keep the earnings."

A sigh exits the student as he facepalms, "Ok, can you explain what happened after I got back?"

"Well you brought back the ice, started throwing the money around and challenged the sorority to a game of beer pong." Tropicana explains. Several of the girls begin chuckling, as if there was more to this than implied. "So we set the table up, got everything ready, then you raised the stakes. It then turned to a game of strip pong; needless to say it was down to the last cup for both sides but we scored the win so uh... you kept your word."

A few whistles and cheers go out by some of the girls, leaving Foxtrot facepalming once again. "I dont know whats worse. The fact that I lost by one, or the fact that I got that far and cant remember the damn game."