Down the Cellar-hole

[multaekappae]

Jack pinched the bridge of his nose and took several deep breaths. 'One problem at a time, worry about the geopolitical ramifications AFTER the entire city isn't in danger of being sucked into a time-hole.' "Hokay... no, I'm sorry, but for the moment I can't afford to let these three out of my sight."

Black Ops was nodding in approval, until he realized which group Captain Harness was indicating. The scowl returned.

The blue pegasus glanced at the evolutionary and his eyes darted momentarily to the open door before settling back on the ... Inspector. He resisted the urge to try and double-check the pony's cutie-mark. "I think you know why Torchwhoof is about to no longer be a concern."

"What?" the three other agents cried.

[processing...]
"Oh!" Primeval exclaimed, "So it hasn't happened yet?"

In reply, Jack threw open the basement access door, "I need everypony downstairs, now!"