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Holy Shit, big spider, big fucking spider... Jake, come get this thing off my desk!

As the Elements left, I stayed behind with Doc, Shiny, and Cadence. The four of us planned out what we needed to do, Doc in particular was adamant on making the healthcare system a lot more advanced than what it was.

A loud barking stopped our conversation, and I drew my pistol.

"I'll go check it out." I said, and trotted to the end of the room. I stuck my head out and looked down both ends of the corridor, before heading to the left. A moment later I turned around and headed in the opposite direction, cursing echoes. The barking got louder as I started detecting a faint, coppery scent, causing me to swear.

The last corner revealed that the barking was coming from a MWD, kitted out in a full combat vest, and its handler was on the ground. As soon as it spotted me (and my guns), it let out a growl.

"Easy boy." I calmly said, slowly unloading my pistol and popping the bullet out. "I'm in the Marines. We're on the same side." I knew it could understand me, since Equestria had a funny way of screwing with animal brains. I did the same to my DMR and pushed them away with a hind leg, before edging closer. "I just want to make sure the Captain is alright. Is that fine with you, Maul?" The dog whined, but let me get closer.

As soon as I saw the man's body, I winced and put my helmet on.

"Doc, I need you on my location right now." I muttered, putting a hoof on a bullet wound to try and stop the bleeding. "This guy's loosing blood way to fast for it to be healthy."

"I'm on my way." Mr. Morgan Freeman said.

"Maul, you have anything in that vest that could help me?" I asked of the German Shepherd, knowing full well he couldn't reply. He scooted closer and allowed me to stick a hoof into the pouches to get something. All I found were a few doggie treats (one that I fed to him), a chew toy, and standard MWD equipment. "Figures..." I muttered, putting both hooves on the Captain.

"Jesus fuck that's a lot of blood." Doc skidded to a stop in midair next to me. "Good boy, keeping him and the General company." He added as he put his backpack next to his side and dug through it.

"Thought you didn't have any of your equipment?" I questioned as I moved to the side.

"I have basic medical supplies, and more than enough to make a tourniquet and ease his pain for a while." He replied, pulling out gauze and duct tape. "Pull his pants down so I can see the full extent of his injuries." I undid his uniform and swiftly yanked his pants to his knees, using my magic to do so.

"Know what hit him, Doc?" I asked, noticing that there were blood stains on both sides of his pants leg, surrounding two circular tears. Meant that the bullet went in one side and out the other.

"From the size, I'd say 7.62 fired by an AK-47." He said, frowning. "Lift his leg up for me." I did so and he pressed gauze on both holes, before using his wings to tightly wrap the duct tape around his leg.

"How long will this stabilize him?" I asked, preparing for the worst. Doc just laughed sadly.

"It won't stabilize him." He sighed. "We just need enough time to get him to the hospital. Which is on the other side of the fucking empire..."

"If we had Jitterbug it would be a lot easier." I muttered, keying the comms for a public conversation.

"Sup?" Veetor asked.

"Operator squad, find Shelton and tell him to get his arse over here." I said. "Boor, Steel you guys too."

"Aye aye." They said.

"How's he looking, Doc?" I asked, looking at the pegasus.

"As stable as I can get him." He sighed, slumping a little.

"Good." I muttered, before going back to the radio. "Huka, Blake. Copy?"

"Sir?" They immediately called back.

"Start heading to the hospital and wait for Thompson and our newest soldier, with his WMD." I said. "Congratulations, you're a part of Delta squad now."

"Right away, sir."

"Wait a minute, you're putting me in a squad?" Doc asked in confusion.

"Alongside the Captain here and Maul." I said, shaking my hooves. Blood was flung from the surface of my armour and splattered against the crystal floor in front of me. "Anything else wrong with him?"

"If he hit the floor from anywhere above a foot, there's a possibility of hairline fractures, fractures, bruises, lacerations, breaks, or sprains." Doc said. "Not even counting head injuries. He's lucky, though."

"Aside from the bullet wound, he's fine?" I asked, getting a nod from the doctor. "Maul, when they come to carry your buddy to the hospital, go with them." The dog nodded and I walked a few yards away to stare out of the window.

"What do you need me for?" Shelton asked about five minutes after Delta carted one of their new members out of the hallway, trailed by a German Sheperd. Anybody else would've gotten chewed out for being casual on mission, but the rank of Knight is the same as all five generals in the Army. 'Tis why most retired generals are Knights, but I digress.

"Think you can do protection duty for Cadence?" I asked after a moment, looking at him.

"You don't want to put me down there?" He probably rose an eyebrow behind that helmet of his.

"If Cadence came here with some bloody guards, I would." I sighed. "The only guard she brought is Armor, and his magic is disabled."

"So I'll be her fallback defense, should something get past you all." He tapped the pommel of his sword. "I'll do it."

"Thank you." I sagged in relief. "If she starts getting tired, give 'er a cup of coffee to wake her up." He nodded and suddenly Mugs clung to my visor, chittering madly.

"WHERE'S THAT ABOMINATION?!" Somebody shouted, causing me to sigh.

"What did you do?" I asked of the spider, who chittered. "Why the hell did you do that? And being bored is not an appropriate answer." More chittering. "Uh huh. Get out of here, I'll decide what to do with you later." He chittered once before dropping to the floor and scurrying off.

"You can understand that thing?" Shelton asked as I paced a little.

"Yep!" I grinned. "It's like when one has a dog for a few years; you two bond on an emotional level and understand each other. Most people would flip their shit upon seeing a camel spider, but I adopted one as a pet." He sighed and walked away, muttering about crazy futuristic people.