Commissioner Armor sits in his office, closing a briefcase of police reports, papers and other valuables from a hard days work. Just then, officer Daniel comes bursting through the door, a file that leaks of importance practically slipping out of his hand. Officer Daniel walks through the door.
"Commissioner," he begins, handing him an envelope of importance. "Something you need to see."
Armor opens the envelope, skimming through its details to find the important pieces. A certain sentence catches his eyes as they widen is disbelief. He closes the envelope and exits his office.
"Follow me," he orders officer Daniel.
The two trot to the roof of the police headquarters where a giant light has been set up. This was no ordinary light, this was the Mare-Do-Well signal, a device used to grab Mare-Do-Well's attention whenever there's trouble. The light is also a beacon of hope, the type of hope that Ponyville's citizens can look up to in the night sky and take a breath of relaxation.
"You set it back up?" Daniel asks, admiring the light and all its majesty. "Isn't there an easier way to contact her?"
"At least a dozen," Armor responds.
"Buy why this way?" Daniel asks, about to flip the switch. Armor stares at him intensely, hoping that Daniel would pick up on what he was implying.
"So everybody knows," he finally said. "Hit It!"
Scootaloo, looking down at the city from her apartment, had a look of boredom and sadness on her face. She was recently saved by Mare-Do-Well herself and felt inspired. The problem was she did not know how to go about her inspiration. She heard her parents arguing about Mare-Do-Well and her methods calling her a fascist, anti-hero, villain; the list goes on.
Scootaloo never felt to attached to her parents growing up. She loved them an all but she never felt any sort of connection or bonding occured between the two of them. They wanted her to live a simple quiet life, free from any nonsense relating to heroes or Chrysalis gangs.
Just then a light the size of the moon, shot up from a nearby building, took over Scootaloo's mind and body as a grin of utter happiness and hope took over her: The Mare-Do-Well was lit up for the first time in ten years.