S1 E3: Reunion (Jailbreak Part 2)
Eos Celestia, Headmistress of Celestia's School for the Gifted, rushed into her office. All over the place where decorations of both science and the supernatural were placed. A big flat screen plasma TV was hanging on the wall. On the semi circle desk was a crystal ball for divination, dead center along with her name plate and phone. On the right side of the desk is a computer monitor and tower. The left side had only a deck of tarot cards. Any space in between was filled with pictures, cups with writing utensils, and even a basket to put files and finished documents to be looked at later. She ran over to her desk and sat in the chair behind it. Where she laid down a folder she had just received.
Flipping the folder open she looked at the contents. Inside were six files of Twilight and her friends from two years ago. She grabs the phone and dials a number.
"Yeah Bridgette? I just the files you sent." Celestia said. "Are you sure putting me in charge of this project is a good idea?"
"We've been over this Eos." came Bridgette's voice on the other end. "There is no time to get clearance to restart the P.O.N.Y. Initiative then locate a new team and train them. All of our prisoners are free and are escaping their respective prisons as we speak. You at least have one of the original team as your personal student. Get in contact with her and let her do the rest."
"Well… That is the problem." Celestia said. "There is no way she can contact them Dash is in the Marine Corp. Rachel is in the wind, Fiona is as well. Pamela went to a cooking school to learn how to bake a lot better and Anna-Jean is retired to that apple farm of hers in Texas."
"Well I can help you with some. Tara should still have their phone numbers in her cell phone. I'll get Dash and track down the others."
"Deal!" Celestia said, "Once they arrive I'll inform them of the situation get the ready for their new mission. They should start bringing in the criminals with a couple of days."
"I forgot to mention that there is a situation in the Everfree. None of the prisoners in the Everfree have escaped. In fact they're all holed up inside with hostages."
Celestia facepalms at her cousin's failing to mention THAT detail.
"Could you have at least told me about that sooner?"
"It just came in just now. All security personnel are either dead or held in the cells that their prisoners once occupied. I need then ready ASAP! Can you do this?"
Celestia sighs, "Of course I can do this."
"Good!"
Celestia hung up the phone and turned her chair around to look outside. Students were outside at sports practice or even doing a outside lesson that involves dangerous materials.
"What am I getting myself into?"
In an apartment somewhere in Las Vegas, Nevada. Two women lay underneath the covers. A woman with long and elegant bluish silver dyed hair, and a curvy figure. The other woman is a woman with pink dyed hair and a petite yet close to average figure. The pink hair woman was laying on her back in the bed. While the curvy woman was on top of her. Both nude and legs rubbing against each other's vagina. As the woman on top is held close to her lover, kissing the pink haired woman's neck while rubbing her crotch area with her partner's, the woman on the bottom pants heavily. Sweat glistening off of her body as the two continue to have sex. Their breasts and nipples rubbing against each other.
"Oh yes..." came Fiona Samwell as she laid on the bottom of her lover. "Fuck me Trixie!"
Trixie Langstrom didn't say anything. She just continued her blissful sex with Fiona. As Trixie and Fiona sped up. The more both were panting. Pretty soon…
"Oh fuck… Oh fuck… OH FUCKING SHIT!" Fiona's eyes went wide as she screamed in pure ecstasy. Trixie did as well. Lifting her head and screamed loudly as her eyes looked like they were about ready to pop out of their sockets.
Once they settled down laid next to each with with the bed sheets thrown off. The two lovers held each and caressed each other sensually. Giving each other quick passionate kisses involving their tongues.
"Was it good for you?" Trixie asked as she brushed a lock of her hair off her face.
"Was it ever?" Fiona replied with a smile, "When is our next show?"
"Tomorrow actually. Sorry Fiona..."
"We better get some sleep then. It'll be quite the day tomorrow." Fiona said as both laid their heads on their pillows and fell asleep. However sleep was going to have to wait. As Fiona's cellphone rang.
"Oh come on!" Trixie exclaimed.
"Sorry babe… Sorry… Let me just get rid of the person on the other…" Fiona stared at the ID of the caller. It was a person she never thought she would hear from ever again: Tara Sullivan. "You've got to be kidding me…"
Sighing to herself she answered the phone. "I never thought I would ever see your name or face ever again."
"I missed you too Fiona." came Twilight's voice.
"What do you want? I just had the best lesbian sex ever with my fiancee and was about to go to dreamland with her when you woke us up! Do you realize what time it is over here and how did you find me anyway?"
Twilight sat at the kitchen table in her apartment. A cup of hot tea in front of her a she talked on her cell. It was extremely late at night.
"I'm sorry Fiona. I didn't realize that the Earth spun in the opposite direction than east." Twilight said before yawning. "Plus I still have your number listed in my contacts."
"Oh… Well that explains a lot. Listen I've got a big day tomorrow. So I have to get some sleep."
"Well the team is getting put back together." Twilight said. "A major situation has come up. I'm talking really major. Like worldwide chaos and armageddon major. I need you to fly out to Pennsylvania at the address I'm going to text you."
"I don't want to go back! Not anymore! That stupid P.O.N.Y. Initiative ruined my life! I don't want to ever hear anything about that DAMNED team ever again! Nor do I want to see or even HEAR from you ever again! Goodnight Tara Sullivan!
Fiona hung up on her end. Twilight sighed and sent a text to Fiona saying:
If you ever change your mind and want to come back to P.O.N.Y. Our new base of operations is at the following address.
Rachel Germain woke up the next day, in her dorm at Harvard University. Her cybernetic eyes adjusting to the light of the rising sun outside. She checked the clock and saw it was 7AM. She checked her daily planner on the nightstand next to her bed. She had no classes that day but she had to work on her project if she wanted to graduate and then work on her doctrine, so she can earn her medical degree in cybernetic medicine. The same field of medicine that brought her eyesight back. Now she is in one of the best and most expensive schools around. Earning a scholarship from the Unite States government from her time in P.O.N.Y. Plus the money she still receives from the government ensures she don't need to find a part time job somewhere. However, she went out and got a job at a clothing store anyway. In order to pass the time on days when she has no classes. Like this day for example. Just when she thought about getting ready for her job. Her cellphone rings. Looking at the caller ID, she sees a name she hasn't seen in a while.
"Rachel? It's me Tara… There is a situation and we need you to return to P.O.N.Y. Right now." Twilight said on the end.
"You don't call me to talk about old times, but just to tell me P.O.N.Y. is coming back? Tara I've not seen you since we disbanded as a team. What is going on darling?"
"There has been a major situation as of late. Bridgette Celestia has given the P.O.N.Y. Initiative to someone else to head up. In fact if you turn on the news. Then you should know what is going on."
Rachel did so and turned it onto International News Network, a 24 hour TV news channel with a online newspaper.
"We're going on day two since the unexplained chaos all across America right now." the anchor said, "The other day secret unknown prisons were attacked by cyber terrorists and the most serious offenders escaped and began holding select cities hostage in anarchy and fear. Reports of entire police stations losing their officers in gunfights or merely shutting down to keep their own officers safe have been running rampant. As of right now we're still waiting for the President of the United States to make a statement, as the growing protests in Washington, D.C. are starting to turn into uncivil rest and full scale riots…"
Rachel had seen enough. She holds the phone back to her ear and spoke. "Where am I supposed to go now darling?"
Rebecca "Dash" Dawson and Anna-Jean "AJ" Balle sat together in a black hawk helicopter as it flew towards Celestia's School for the Gifted. The location where the revived P.O.N.Y. team is holding their base of operations. Both sitting in their seats not talking to each other.
"So you got dragged into this too I see." AJ said.
Dash sighed. "Yep."
"It's bad enough they brought me out of retirement. But to pick me up from my own farm!" AJ said, "Granny Smith and Katie was REALLY upset when I had to go with that agent Flash Something."
"I got pulled into this by SecDef herself!" Dash replied. "So don't tell me you have it worse when our handler from the FIRST Initiative comes straight to your base and stands inside YOUR own quarters waiting for you!"
"Okay I admit it having Bridgette Celestia waiting for you at your own living quarters is a lot worse. But don't deny the fact that she's going to boss us around again."
"She told me she wasn't involved this time. We'll see if that's true when we get there."
The pilot motioned AJ over to the cockpit of the helicopter. He whispered something into her ear before she sat back down.
"What was that all about?"
"We're here…"
The helicopter landed inside the courtyard of Celestia's school in Pennsylvania. Twilight had drove herself and Spike over to the school to meet with the others on their arrival.
Twilight stood nearby with Luna and Celestia as the copter landed and it's two passenger's climbed out.
"Well ain't you a sight for sore eyes, Tara!" AJ said as the two embraced when AJ climbed out of the copter. The Dash and Twilight hugged.
"We have a lot to discuss first. Then I'll show you to your rooms?"
Veronica Starleston and Bridgette sat in Starleston's office. Starleston just learned her new boss had just handed the reigns of her pet project over to her own cousin Eos. A move that Veronica didn't expect nor wanted.
"Really Bridgette. You hand over P.O.N.Y., my baby, over to your mystic cousin who runs the most prestigious school in the nation?"
"Yes and I'm sorry if I went over your head. But I needed this to be handled with care. When I was in charge of P.O.N.Y. shit hit the fan. Not only did the original Initiative fail miserably, but there too much casualties and property damage."
"Still we DID manage to apprehend a few of Matthew Balle's known associates." Starleston said.
"AT WHAT COST VERONICA!? At what cost to the innocent lives ended and lives changed forever to catch them?"
"I admit the cost is too high." Starleston said. "But you shouldn't have made the decision to pass it on without my knowledge!"
"Last time I checked Price, Hue and you shut down the Initiative and disbanded the group. Then made sure the others never had any contact with each other."
"Unfortunately Ms. Sullivan notified them all except one."
"Let's hope Ms. Patrikson never finds out about the return of P.O.N.Y." Bridgette said. "She is bit of a wild card."
"Wild card would not be the word I'd use." Starleston said. "More like bat shit insane."
"Whatever the point still remains she must stay where she is right now. Hopefully we'll get a replacement out of Ms. Samwell's lesbian lover."
"It's hard to believe that woman started doing card tricks on the streets, the formed a band, entered that band in a televised nationwide talent competition, WON, and is now highlighting Las Vegas shows for a year. Let's not forget to add the fact she gets a million dollars."
"It would work IF she is willing." Bridgette said.
"True…" Starleston said. "Though I have an idea about that."
"Oh? I'm kind of against your plans to force her. Let's let her decide if she wants to join Fiona in this fight."
"If that is your wish."
"Well Veronica it's been fun, but I have to go. The President wants me over at the White House for a meeting concerning the breakout. Oh and Veronica. Neither Hue, Price or even you are allowed to try and interfere with this P.O.N.Y. Initiative. Eos is very intelligent person and very knowledged in both science and mystical arts. If there is anyone that can turn our failure into a success now it's her."