He knows where to find more Stop N' Burger ...
Equestria Invading
Chapter 11
"Chris?"
Many seconds passed without a response, long enough that Horace lost reason to believe he was still on the line. Wearily, he brought the phone away from his face, but his thumb was just about to end the call when a long, tired sigh crackled from the other end. "Chris?"
"E 10, Brewer Shipley," came Chris' answer, mellowed by defeat. "There's a warehouse down that way where we'd gotten all our stock shipped from. If you guys get on the main interstate, just go North, then turn right on the sign when it appears. Keep driving, and you won't miss it."
"That's it? Chris, we nee-"
The phone clicked into the dial tone, and Horace's arm drooped limp from his face.
"Y'heard him," the red stallion's hand appeared in Horace's gaze, his fingers wrapping around his shoulder. "Now, take us."
"He gave us...what, two directions? What're we supposed to do about that?"
"The best of it. Now," the other hand appeared, pointing to a truck standing ajar along the end of the barricade. "Go."
Without losing his grip, the stallion stepped forward. Without any fault in the army to make a break for in sight, it was with a heavy heart that Horace gave in and followed his command, made all the more heavier when he heard his coworkers' get clamped down by some ponies themselves, fighting and demanding to be let go, but the mob didn't have any issue with pushing them along.
Their fears were pushed even further when they got a closer look at the gold and red label along the semi's trailer, its wording faded by numerous scratches and dents bored down on the metal. The back doors were torn apart all the way down to the hinges, leaving behind only shredded edges, and not a single trace of Stop N' Burger's scent was left unlicked from the inside. Ian and Alissa's captors diverged from the parade to stow them into the trailer, with everypony else disbanding into their own cars hidden along the grid, but Horace was lead to the very front of the herd where the stallion yanked the semi's door open, finally letting go of to push him up along the cab's stairway.
Horace slid into the passenger's side. As the stallion crammed himself into the driver's seat, his body made a perfect plug for the doorway, with his legs and stomach swallowing any pocket of air there could've been left under the dashboard. The steering wheel'd actually been tinkered with to sit up drastically higher, leaving it free from being crushed. With some thrashing, the stallion wedged himself into as comfortable a position he could get in the seat, or as comfortable as he could be his head pressed against the ceiling. His pudgy fingers pinched into his shirt pocket and pulled out the keys, inserting them into the ignition.
It took a few wrenches of the key and some sputtering of the motor, but the engine soon ground its way into a steady roar, and the stallion eased the truck over the rough terrain to drive his way onto the interstate...
"That's it. That's gotta be it."
The two didn't even realize his hoof went down on the gas pedal till they'd hit a sudden burst of speed, but the stallion was only containing himself enough to not veer off the road and drive straight through the grass. It was in that very moment since they'd crossed paths that the stallion showed emotion, and plenty of it, too. When the logo for Stop N' Burger was clear enough on the warehouse's side for them to see from the road, his eyes went wide, crowding up with a heaven struck glimmer that let his jaw hang agape.
He tore along the parking lot at full speed, only slamming down on the breaks when the truck was halfway from smashing right through the building's brick walls. Horace barely acknowledged he'd clamped his hands over his face and clenched every muscle in his body till their tires screeched to a complete stop, and peeked through his fingers to see they were only a few paces from the warehouse's metal shutter. Filled with adrenaline, the stallion kicked the door clean from the truck and dove out onto the ground, popping loose instantly. All the other ponies skidding into the parking lot amassed in a desperate stampede for the shut gate, piling up to whale all their might down on shut metal gate.
Battered, but overjoyed by silence, Horace just sat and enjoyed the stillness of the truck. From the rearview mirror, he could see Ian and Alissa climbing out of the trailer, but all he cared about was the utter relief of not having some pony weighing down on his shoulders.
However, It took a deal of time for all the ponies to decide on grabbing at the lower lip and pulling up. With all their strengths working together, they destroyed the motors of the lift gate and opened up a permanent entrance into the warehouse, allowing the sunlight to pour in and shine on...
Many seconds passed without a response, long enough that Horace lost reason to believe he was still on the line. Wearily, he brought the phone away from his face, but his thumb was just about to end the call when a long, tired sigh crackled from the other end. "Chris?"
"E 10, Brewer Shipley," came Chris' answer, mellowed by defeat. "There's a warehouse down that way where we'd gotten all our stock shipped from. If you guys get on the main interstate, just go North, then turn right on the sign when it appears. Keep driving, and you won't miss it."
"That's it? Chris, we nee-"
The phone clicked into the dial tone, and Horace's arm drooped limp from his face.
"Y'heard him," the red stallion's hand appeared in Horace's gaze, his fingers wrapping around his shoulder. "Now, take us."
"He gave us...what, two directions? What're we supposed to do about that?"
"The best of it. Now," the other hand appeared, pointing to a truck standing ajar along the end of the barricade. "Go."
Without losing his grip, the stallion stepped forward. Without any fault in the army to make a break for in sight, it was with a heavy heart that Horace gave in and followed his command, made all the more heavier when he heard his coworkers' get clamped down by some ponies themselves, fighting and demanding to be let go, but the mob didn't have any issue with pushing them along.
Their fears were pushed even further when they got a closer look at the gold and red label along the semi's trailer, its wording faded by numerous scratches and dents bored down on the metal. The back doors were torn apart all the way down to the hinges, leaving behind only shredded edges, and not a single trace of Stop N' Burger's scent was left unlicked from the inside. Ian and Alissa's captors diverged from the parade to stow them into the trailer, with everypony else disbanding into their own cars hidden along the grid, but Horace was lead to the very front of the herd where the stallion yanked the semi's door open, finally letting go of to push him up along the cab's stairway.
Horace slid into the passenger's side. As the stallion crammed himself into the driver's seat, his body made a perfect plug for the doorway, with his legs and stomach swallowing any pocket of air there could've been left under the dashboard. The steering wheel'd actually been tinkered with to sit up drastically higher, leaving it free from being crushed. With some thrashing, the stallion wedged himself into as comfortable a position he could get in the seat, or as comfortable as he could be his head pressed against the ceiling. His pudgy fingers pinched into his shirt pocket and pulled out the keys, inserting them into the ignition.
It took a few wrenches of the key and some sputtering of the motor, but the engine soon ground its way into a steady roar, and the stallion eased the truck over the rough terrain to drive his way onto the interstate...
.....
"That's it. That's gotta be it."
The two didn't even realize his hoof went down on the gas pedal till they'd hit a sudden burst of speed, but the stallion was only containing himself enough to not veer off the road and drive straight through the grass. It was in that very moment since they'd crossed paths that the stallion showed emotion, and plenty of it, too. When the logo for Stop N' Burger was clear enough on the warehouse's side for them to see from the road, his eyes went wide, crowding up with a heaven struck glimmer that let his jaw hang agape.
He tore along the parking lot at full speed, only slamming down on the breaks when the truck was halfway from smashing right through the building's brick walls. Horace barely acknowledged he'd clamped his hands over his face and clenched every muscle in his body till their tires screeched to a complete stop, and peeked through his fingers to see they were only a few paces from the warehouse's metal shutter. Filled with adrenaline, the stallion kicked the door clean from the truck and dove out onto the ground, popping loose instantly. All the other ponies skidding into the parking lot amassed in a desperate stampede for the shut gate, piling up to whale all their might down on shut metal gate.
Battered, but overjoyed by silence, Horace just sat and enjoyed the stillness of the truck. From the rearview mirror, he could see Ian and Alissa climbing out of the trailer, but all he cared about was the utter relief of not having some pony weighing down on his shoulders.
However, It took a deal of time for all the ponies to decide on grabbing at the lower lip and pulling up. With all their strengths working together, they destroyed the motors of the lift gate and opened up a permanent entrance into the warehouse, allowing the sunlight to pour in and shine on...
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April 19
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