The next day around noon, Brandon had his bag packed, knife in it's case and pistol in his holster. "Fluttershy," he called to her upstairs, "I'm leaving now."
Silence. He walked upstairs and there she was, sitting in the dark, her head lowered. "Shy...I'm going." She muttered a quiet "Ok" "...I love you..." Her voice was quivering, "Just go already." He knew just how badly he screwed up.
"Ok..." he said, walking down the stairs and out the door. On his way to town he came across Applebloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle, they each had saddlebags on their backs. Applebloom greeted him first, "Oh! Brandon! Scootaloo's parents were out of town, "Scootaloo joined in," and we were supposed to have our sleepover at my place, but my parents left," Sweetie Belle asked the question, "So we were wondering if we could have our sleepover at you and Fluttershy's cottage!" Her eyes grew wider as she asked their request. Before he got a chance to say no, Applebloom noticed his backpack, "Hey! Where ya going?" Somehow this interested Scootaloo, "Ooh! Are you going on a mission? Can we come?" Sweetie Belle started jumping at her hero's feet, "We promise we'll be good! You won't even know we're there!" Brandon looked at them, "Uh...yeah, I've got a mission. It's a pretty big one. And no, you can't go. This one's dangerous and stupid, even for me." Sweetie Belle looked dissapointed, "Ok...well, we'll just stay with Fluttershy!" "That's...not a good idea. She's really upset." "What's wrong with her? Does it have to do with the screamin' I heard comin' from the barn?" They had no idea...he decided to be truthful to them, "Girls, I did something stupid and every pony's mad at me. It's my own fault and I don't know if they'll ever forgive me. This mission...it's really dangerous, so if I don't come back then you girls promise me that you'll look after Lizzie, ok? Put her in your club if you want. Also, in case things go south, I want you guys to have this," he then reached in his backpack and pulled out three small leg bracelets, with the Cutie Mark Crusader icon engraved into a gem. The gems were each a different color, orange, white, and yellow, matching the owner of the bracelets, "I made these as a sort of thank you for helping me with Fluttershy's gift. They go around your front leg." He tied the bracelets on their front legs, "I also made sure they matched your capes. Also, when you see Fluttershy, give her this." He handed Sweetie Belle the necklace they all worked so hard on, "I guarantee she'll miss it soon." They shared a group hug, "Bye girls."

Recipient: The Overseer Thaumastus C. Cavanagh
Subject: You were warned

You were warned, Overseer. Now our full forces are being sent to your headquarters. They are authorized to kill you and anyone in their way if you resist. These are your final hours, I suggest you spend them wisely.

- Joshua V. Yoren

"All hands, prepare for battle! I want everyone who owns a gun to be in a defensive position! Start formations! Go! Go!" The Overseer called on the intercom. "Paladins, I want you each to get a squad and guard the main entrances!"

Brandon did as the Overseer instructed. He got a squad of normal soldiers and headed toward the west entrance. Alarms were blaring and the enemy was near. As he walked toward his destination he remembered what he said to his friends. How big of a waste it would be to leave them after all they've been through. He thought it through...

"Sir, why'd you stop?" One of the soldiers asked. Brandon looked up at him, "Sorry. Keep going." The soldiers all started walking until they were delivered a swift blow to the head with the butt of a gun. After knocking out all of the soldiers he started making his way to the Overseer's office, knowing he'd have to fight all of his friends on the way there.