Harbingers: Controlled Burn 2

> ENFF-E7 Field agent report.
> The controlled burn has begun.
> The dry patch of land the fluffy herd has set up camp in is a haven in the swamp.
> How, the fluffies managed to find it is a mystery as of yet.
> What isn’t a mystery is the current state of the fluffy haven.
> It’s now a hell storm of fire.
> From what our remote cameras could pick up approximately 3 groups of 20 fluffies who remained in the path of the flames.
> The cameras pick up their screams and pleas.
> Cries of, “No buwny! No huwty! PWEASE! HEWP! AAAH! FIWE HUWTY! NOOO BABIES BUWN! HEWP!”
> The sweet symphony of death.
> However, it is only the opening act.
> These fluffies were stubborn and apparently disobeyed their true leader.
> The have paid the price with a horrible tormented death.
> As the carnage unfolds the once tranquil and idyllic home is a smoky charred wasteland.
> The few surviving fluffies are burned beyond recognition mewling pathetically and begging for help.
> Mothers hugging foal corpses too tightly and turning them to ash
> Fluffy tear ducts damaged beyond repair, and barely audible choked whimpers fill the still air.
> The first agents enter the area.
> Following the flames they walked slowly with the firestorm in fire resistant suits.
> Once the fire reaches the  edge of the controlled burn the all clear is given and the agents move in.
> Working quickly they use fruit knives similar to a machete mixed with a cleaver to strike down the foolish survivors of the ordeal.
> More a mercy killing than anything their fates were sealed when their skin and fluff was melted off.
> One agent vomits as he decapitates a silently crying foal.
> It’s mother fused to its charred body.
> Embraced in a final desperate hug.
> It’s the rookies first sortie.
> The real work is just beginning.
> The twenty-two agents have a long day of slaughter ahead of them.
> A queasy stomach will mean hunger later today; fatigue will make this day hell for the rookie.
> The ENFF-E7 unit commander Drake gives orders to his unit.
> 7 teams of 3 are sent out away from the charred site.
> Drake sets out alone, and the hunt begins.

> You are a tired guy.
> You used to work for a mercenary company, but the unsavory battles you sometimes had to fight took their toll and you retired when you had enough.
> You returned to the states, but the money didn’t last as long as you hoped.
> Then the fluffy ponies make their appearance.
> You didn’t have any problem with them at first.
> If a company wants to make some money through unsavory unethical means you’re not going to try and stop them.
> But, you need money and there is little that pays better than working for ENFF.
> It’s nothing personal but you could care less about these little shits.
> And, with the pay this good you’re not going to complain about slaughtering them.
> Unfortunately for fluffy ponies, the harbinger fire drake walks the fields today.
> Armed with a .22 handgun, your trusty kukri, and your signature death dealer the flamethrower fluffies stand little chance.
> After only a few steps another small herd has hunkered down just out of the path of the flames.
> Rather lucky if they weren’t in your path.
> There are three dams huddled together with all of their friends forming a security circle around them.
> Roughly 15 adults and a handful of foals.
> The fluffies all have their eyes closed and are crying and covering their face.
> “Why fwiends cwy and yeww? Dey get eatted by munstas? Mumma scawed! Munsta nuu see mumma if mumma nuu see munsta. Good idea mumma fwuffies hide frum buwny munsta! Nuu look any fwuffy!”
> Well they’re makin’ this easy.
> You slowly walk over and despite your heavy footsteps on the ground they keep their eyes closed.
> Some even cover their faces in an attempt to hide better.
> How did this herd get so big again?
> Oh well, easy pay is the best kind.
> You reach down and gingerly pick up a unicorn stallion.
> Quickly covering his mouth with your left hand you hold him by his neck with your right.
> You gently place the fluffy on the ground and keep his mouth closed.
> Despite his struggling it’s easy as holding a teddy bear in a gentle breeze.
> His muffled yells for help are too quiet for the other fluffies for notice.
> You remove your kukri and holding his mouth with your left remove his head in one stroke with your blade.
> His body spasms for a moment and his eyes open wide with fear, but glaze over in seconds.
> Silent tears stream down his face as he dies.
> With one down you work methodically.
> The thunk of your blade makes the fluffies hold their eyes tighter with each whack.
> One mare refuses to even open her eyes as she is picked up.
> After only a few minutes only the dams and foals are left.
> The dams are crying profusely and have not stopped talking since their friends began disappearing to the “scawy bump noise”
> “Why fwuffy cowd now? Wewe fwiend go? I nuu look! I nuu look! I nuu be seen! Nuu see me!”
> Is this dam serious?
> The foals are mimicking the dams they sit with.
> “Mumma, wewe mumma? Nuu smewe pwetty! Why nuu look? Game scawy! Nuu wan dawk! Hewp!”
> These idiots have forgotten how to even open their eyes?
> How they manage to survive a day let alone years in the wild is beyond the powers of reason.
> You grant the foals a quick death.
> A pinch of the head and flick of the wrist is all it takes.
> They fall silent instantly.
> The three dams are eerily silent now.
> Quivering and crying still, but now biting their lips.
> They must know that the foals are gone, but are too afraid for their own babies to look.
> You almost pity them really.
> But, work is work.
> You break out your backup tool.
> A fairly innocuous bag full of zip ties.
> Hundreds of extra large zip ties.
> The dams are too big to cleanly decapitate.
> You quickly place a zip ties around the first dams neck.
> Before the first dam has shouted for help she is suffocating.
> Her eyes open for the first time since the fire started.
> Her tear soaked face and red eyes bulge out of her head darting from my face to the heads piled in front of her.
> Then she sees the foal bodies and her stare goes dead.
> What a sight to see in your last moments.
> All of her friends, family, and their children are dead in front of her.
> The other two go easier unable to see the bodies behind them.
> Their deaths take a minute but is relatively peaceful compared to the flames they barely survived.
> You place the bodies in a pile and give a quick burst of military grade napalm onto the bodies.
> They are incinerated in an instant.
> You continue into the fields, hearing the screams of fluffy ponies from every side now.
> You were fortunate that this herd thought covering their eyes was the best defence.
> The newbie must be having a hard time right about now.