Tactical Espionage Pony [Rainbow Dash Short]

>Target aquired
>You move stealthily through the bushes on the outskirts of Sector Beta.
>No sentries are currently visible, but you know they're there.
>The doors leading to the underground entrance of the large red painted facility are suspiciously flung wide.
>No way you're falling for that.
>You tug gently on the side of the full body black spandex covering your lithe form to get the kinks out near your wings.
>Mission Start.
>You dive out from your cover and silently snap your wings open. You glide like a shadow mere inches off of the ground.
>Quicker than thought you tuck your wings back and roll behind the nutritional dispersal unit next to Animal Enclosure Alpha.
>You poke your head up, but then quickly duck back down as you catch a glimpse of a large bow bouncing above the fence across the enclosure.
>You KNEW they were there.
>You creep like a cat around the enclosure in the opposite direction and pop your head up again.
>You see the bow meet the top of a stetson close to where you were mere moments before.
>"Anything to report?"
>"Uhm, nothin' yet Sis. Ah'm gonna check 'round the back of the farmhouse again."
>"Ahffirmative. Keep yer guard up."
>The bow and the stetson move off toward the facility and Sector Foxtrot respectively.
"All too easy."
>You jump, tuck, roll, and dive away from the enclosure and shimmy underneath the, uh, Primary Chicken...no, Poultry Development Annex. Yeah.
>The next part's gonna be tricky.
>There's a large open space between your current hidey hole and the low window on the wall of the facility.
>You take a deep breath and shoot out into the open covering the distance as quickly as only you can...
-Clip Clop Clip Clop-
>Hoofsteps approaching fast! Heavy ones...you don't have time to reach the window!
>You stop near the outer wall and silently hop on your hooftips in frustration looking every which way for cover.
>Wait! There!
>Just as the hooves reach the near corner of the ba-er-facility, you squirt under a nearby brown box.
"I'm a GENIUS."
>The heavy hooves come into view through the hoof-slit on the box. The Red Commander.
>You hold your breath as the hooves stop right next to you.
>C'mon. Go ahead. Nothin' to see here...
>The hooves start to move again after a moment. Off around the other side of the facility.
>You wipe away some of the cold sweat seeping throught the cowl covering your mane and forehead.
>In one fluid motion you slip out from under the box, three feet to the side and then up and over the window sill.
>Buck yeah! You managed to minimize your visible profile as much as possible just like in the Daring Do books.
>The interior of the nefarious elixer production facility is dimly lit by a few hanging lamps. The smell of straw and dust lingers in the dry air.
>There. Across the main room in the back corner is the ground level entrance to the...the, uh...horseapples, what would A.K. Yearling call it?
>The Elixir Distillation Laboratory. Home of the infamous Dr. Jackhat!
>Your whole body quivers in anticipation of besting your greatest nemesis.
"The Elixir will be MINE! Your days of apple despotism are soon to end, Dr. Jackhat!"
>Whispering this pep talk gets your blood going, and you pick your way across the room on hooftip.
>Just as you're about to begin your way down the steps to the laboratory, you snatch your hoof back from the fine black string you almost didn't notice.
>Your eyes follow the string across the doorway, through an eyebolt and up to the roof of the facility where it's attatched to a large cluster of metal implements.
>That would've caused a huge racket if you'd tripped it. Nice try, Comrade Bowfilly. Better luck next time!
>After stepping over the tripwire, you roll quietly down the first few stairs and flip hooves up to squeeze in between the stair slats.
>You gently lower yourself into the welcoming shadows beneath the staircase.
>Your eyes adjust to the even dimmer light flowing from the singular lamp on the worktable across the way.
>A series of thumps fills the air as you watch Dr. Jackhat seal the lid onto the latest finished barrel of Elixer.
>Your heartbeat quickens and your mouth begins to salivate...at the thought of Victory, of course.
>"Whew, last one for today. Should be enough to be startin' with when we open the stand tomorrow. 'less that fool of a pony has 'em lined up 'round the town again."
>Your nemesis sighs and trots over to the ramp leading up and out to the open ground above.
>After a few moments you hear the large doors swing closed and a heavy padlock clunk into place between the handles.
>Every fiber of your being begs you to make your move, but you can't. Not yet. Gotta be patient.
>Your virtue is rewarded when only a few seconds later Comrade Bowfilly comes quickly down the stairs and starts to methodically check over the room.
>You flatten yourself on the ground as much as possible and watch her movements closely through almost closed eyelids.
>She'll never think to look over here. There's no physical cover, just the shadows collected beneath the staircase.
>Sure enough, she thoroughly checks around every nook and cranny formed by the objects in the room. Even under the table, in empty barrels, and even the ceiling.
>Heh, clever. But not clever enough!
>Finally she shrugs and trots back up the stairs followed by the sounds of the upper door closing and a bolt latch ramming home.
>Now. NOW is the time. Time to savor your sweet Sweet VICTORY!
>You stand and walk toward the elixer containment device. It's golden applewood exterior mutely reflecting the room's meager light in a sort of humble golden radience.
>You've waited so long. You reach your trembling hoof toward your prize and watch in frozen horror as a loop of rope falls around your hoof and cinches tight.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
>"GOTCHA YA THIEVIN' FLYPONY!"
>The room goes dark as somepony blows out the wick in the lamp behind you, and you get launched sideways as somepony (buck you Dr. Jackhat) tackles you from behind the nearby barrels.
>She must've come in while you were watching Comrade Bowfilly and hidden.
>Well, this is a bust. Still no reason for you to lose a wrestling match.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
>You bellow your war cry and thow yourself into the fray.
>War never changes.

FIN