By the time Scootaloo and Mochi reached the small clearing, Later and Clove were already huddled over several sheets of paper, which were laid over an old, weathered tree stump. It wasn't even a clearing, really—more like a brief interruption in the densely-packed trees and bushes. If it had been a real clearing, Cotton Fluff probably would have been standing a metre or two away; as it was, the mare looked somewhat annoyed as she leaned against a tree trunk.

"Hmm... I'm just not seeing anything," Clove said, biting his lip as he looked down at one of the documents. "I know there's got to be some sort of... unguarded ventilation shaft, or something like that, but where are they on these plans? Either they've got some other sort of system, or these plans simply aren't detailled enough."

Later leaned forward, exhaling. "What if we try the outer doors there"—she pointed with a hoof somewhere at the top of one of the papers—"and lower ourselves down after a ship leaves the city?"

Clove shook his head quickly. "We don't know that those won't be guarded, Later; in fact, the Bureau would be damn fool not to guard 'em. They have to open them quite often... it would be a horrible security risk."

"Sounds like a horrible security risk is just what we need," Scootaloo said, stepping up behind them. She leaned in, trying to get a look at the papers. "Seeing anything good?" she asked.

"Er... not yet," Clove replied, adjusting the top sheet. "We'll get there, though. Just give us a few minutes."

Scootaloo nodded, and turned away. "So, what's new with you?" she asked, looking at Cotton Fluff. The brown-coated mare merely shrugged. Then, she looked surprised.

"Nevermind me... what's up with them?" she asked, pointing to her right. Scootaloo looked to see Kaylee and Flight making their way towards the group, both with irritated expressions on their faces.

"Hmm... you know, why don't we find out?" Scootaloo mused aloud. She trotted over to the pair, smiling the whole way.