"Two helicopters were stolen last light," Armor explained to Mare-Do-Well as she looked through the folder on information. "One a state of the art army chopper, the other an old army surplus. Got to be Two-Hooves."
"His lackey didn't know much," Mare-Do-Well revealed. "Just whatever Dent's planning, it goes down tomorrow night."
"Sure," Armor replied. "It's tuesday, the second of the month."
"And Two-Hooves said it would be twice as anyone could imagine," she said. "He's also rewrapped his face in bandages, not letting anyone see him."
"Why?" he asks. "What do you suppose he did to himself? You don't suppose he?"
Armor makes a scratching gesture with his left hoof on his face. Two-Hooves had undergone many surgeries in the past, some of them being successful. But whenever they went right something was always off about them. He would scratch them until one side of his face looked like the devil himself.
"Maybe," Mare-Do-Well painful agrees with pulling out dent's signature coin and tossing it to Armor. "He's scratching both sides now. perhaps consumed entirely by his dark side. I wouldn't rule out that he's hurting himself. Must've been impossible to resist the compulsion."
"We still talking about Dent?" Armor brings up. Armor was well aware during Twilight's retirement how often she would bring up becoming Mare-Do-Well again and again. "You know you can't just bring in Hoovey and be done with it. It's bigger then that now you've already ruffled-"
"The Chrysalis," Mare-Do-Well interrupts. "There next on my list but first things first: a target that needs two helicopters, that's twice as big then anyone can..."
It suddenly hits Mare-Do-Well like a Supermare hoof to the face. The one thing that everyone knows and recognizes, the one symbol of hope just as big as Mare-Do-Well. The two look up to see Two-Hooves target.
"The Ponyville life building," Armor says with obvious worry.