Imagine that the subject is something clever

[sharpwit]

"Useful, smooshful," Riptide grumbled, and before Sharp could react, the kelpie transformed herself into what appeared to be a sentient, pony-sized pile of cotton candy and went bounding after the agents, nearly smothering them in her copious amounts of fur.
"RIPTIDE, NO!" he bellowed, flying over to the kelpie and her victims and attempting to pull the fluffy monstrosity off of the agents. However, due to the creature's jungle of fluff, he found himself lost in the tangles, unable to find any solid part of body to hang onto. "PRIMEVAL!" he yelped, attempting to get the proto-pony's attention by sticking his hoof out from under Riptide's mass of fur.
You know, of all the ways I forsaw us dying in, this is at the same time the funniest and the most depressing, the Dark Voice said morosely as Sharp struggled to get out like a dog caught in a barrel of hay.

Pre-emptive strike.

[zervziel]

"Useful, smooshful." Riptide grumbled. Sure it was immature and well below her, but the kelpie couldn't help it. She was irritable enough from being hungry and surrounded by delicious meat she couldn't eat. Sharp and Primeval were friends and these Torchwhoof morons were "useful".

With a flash of bluish light, the kelpie took a form inspired by an unfortunate incident earlier (later?) in Ponyville.

The disguised Riptide lay in wait until the agents were a mere step away. The only thing that could have forewarned the agents before a pink vaguely equine furball cannoned into them with enough strength to knock them off their feet was a quiet "Pbbbt"

Before either agents could recover, the pink furry fiend leaped on top of them and promptly set her full weight across their backs. The two were gasping for air when Riptide's friends arrived moments later.






Totally not inspired by this!

http://38.media.tumblr.com/1ce4bdc8af57fd07f0b93f64a5c763be/tumblr_n730otfPKu1ty03i4o4_500.gif

If you want me to alter this, I can.

There is nothing clever in this post

[multaekappae]

 The silvery maned pegasus watched his partners being engulfed in pink fur, and slapped a hoof over his face. Perhaps this time he should have actually followed Black Ops's orders and radioed for backup before following them, but he hadn't felt like doing it.

Sighing, he flicked the switch on his comm unit and–

---

Primeval's head swiveled up, her forehead creasing in concentration.
[delay playback, record message, new priority: jam nearby broadcast]

"Prime –*cough*–faf! Heff mph!" A patch of fluffy pink fur wailed.

The evolutionary eyed the kelpie.

"Thbbbbpt," the fluffy pink creature commented.

Primeval nodded.

---

"...verifying callsign–" the operator paused.

Silver grinned, this was always his favorite part.

"...Agent Lining, what a surprise." Operator Dark Mist grumbled. "How the hay do you always manage to radio in when I'm on duty?"

"Hey babe, it's like I always say, every dark cloud has a Sil–" The pegasus began, when a short burst of static cut him off.  He frowned, pulling out the transmitter.
[Error: Signal Lost] the display read.
He frowned, "Well get it back," he snapped, before resetting the frequency, to no avail.
[Error: Signal not Found] the box insisted. He tried the backup frequency, same result. [Error: No signal found]
"No feathering way..." he mumbled, clicking through the civilian dial [No signal]
[If I have your attention now, please come down here so we may settle this dispute peacefully]

Silver Lining stared at the transmitter, then looked down below, where a weird looking purple mare in some kind of silver suit was looking directly at him.
She waved.

He shrugged, there didn't really seem to be any better solutions at the moment.

---

Primeval glanced back at the fluffy pink mass. "Riptide, please allow Sharp Wit to free his head... I believe we will need his knowledge of this 'Torchwhoof' organization."

Getting ready to strike

[sharpwit]

"Shh!" Sharp hissed at Primeval, who was about to speak. The shadows of a pair of ponies were quickly approaching, with one being a unicorn and the other being... Well, it wasn't clear yet. Sharp, giving the "Stay right here" motion to his associates, flew quickly up to the corner of the alley-way and perked his ears up, hoping to catch a bit of the conversation. 
"... can't believe the strength of the signal right now!" the voice of a mare exclaimed. "I've never seen the scanner go this haywire!"
"It's gotta be him!" her companion, apparently a stallion, replied eagerly. "This'll get me out of that rut with the admins for sure!"
"Not to burst your bubble, Ops, but there ARE other time-travelers out there," the mare chided. "It could just be a coincidence. Heck, it might not even BE a time-travel device! It could simply be a cosmic disturbance!"
"From my experience, Whitey, when the Doctor's involved, there ARE no coincidences," the stallion chuckled. "And it looks like this time, we might have him off-guard!"
With the pair just on the corner of the alley-way, and Sharp having heard all that he had, he zipped back to Primeval and Riptide, who were waiting patiently where he had left them. "Alrighty then, we've got two ponies who appear to have knowledge on the Doctor and time-travel in general. While I'm not saying they're Torchwhoof agents... They're probably Torchwhoof agents. DON'T EAT THEM," he added sternly to Riptide, who had that predatory glint in her eye. "They'll definitely be useful if we're to find Torchwhoof's base of operations and find out what they've been up to!"

Taking a look

[multaekappae]

Black Ops scowled. A cleanup sweep job, he brooded, was the perfect evidence that he hadn't been forgiven yet for the were-bunny incident. "Well, have you picked up anything? Any residual energy signatures in this sector?" he snapped.

White Noise pulled out her scanner again, rolling her eyes. "No, it's still quie–" her magic flared as she brought the device up for a closer look, "Hold on... there is a broadcast signal."

"Uh, dude, there's all kinds of radio signals in Canterlot. Y'wanna be a little more specific, Whitey?" Silver Lining hovered lazily, ostensibly providing a pegasus's eye view to the investigation.

"Oh, right, sorry." The unicorn chuckled, "I meant there is a signal present with no origin point.

Agent Ops paused, trying to make sure he understood what the mare had meant. "I... don't understand. Please explain."

"Well," Agent Noise gestured, "The signal seems to not come from anywhere, instead simply coming into existence over a broad area, and then coming to a single focal point."

The pegasus chuckled, "Uh, mare, you sure you're not just holding that box upside down or anything? Radio waves don't do that."

White Noise shook her head, "No, I checked. Photons don't behave this way, but tachyons..."

Black Ops's head snapped up. He wasn't one of the eggheads, but he knew that word was associated with the primary target. "White, get as fine a fix on that focal point as you can, we are going to investigate." He paused for a moment, trying not to grin at his luck. "Silver, you stay back, radio headquarters... tell them... we've found him."

Silver Lining frowned, but didn't bother to question his commander. Besides, this was just going to be another boring false alarm, so he didn't mind missing out.

---

Primeval watched Riptide and Sharp Wit discuss plans, still trying to get bearings on this location.
[Notification: one message received]

The proto-pony decoded the message, irises dilating in autonomous reaction. "W-we need to–"

"Shhh..." Sharp Wit hissed, pointing at the entrance of the alleyway, where two shadows indicated the immediate arrival of the ponies casting them. 

as much help as possible

[chaotic_scribbles]

Her sword was gone, right. Being without her weapon was probably the second most uncomfortable thing that had happened to the ronin today.

"Well..." Scribbled searched for the right words to use as to not worry her even more. A mammoth task, which left him looking to Cain-9, and then to the nurse, for assistance. "We brought you here, got you the best healing magic we could... I mean..." He frowned. "Your wings were... really broken."