"Scootaloo... where are we going?" Flight asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

"Um... we're just going this way," Scootaloo replied, not looking back. "Just... as far as the tunnel goes. I think."

"I'll tell you when you need to turn, but it should be obvious," came Grey's voice in her ear.

"Right, right," Scootaloo replied. She looked around at the pipes that snaked along the wall beside her, occasionally letting out small bursts of steam. "And why did you have me send Kaylee off the other direction?"

She could hear the disappointment in Grey's voice as he replied. "I didn't, which you'd know had you been paying attention. Flight should have gone the other way—Flight should have been the distraction."

Scootaloo blinked, worried. "Oh, great..."

"It... should be fine. This is workable," Grey said, though he didn't sound convinced. "We'll have to do something about my brother, but... I think it'll be okay."

"...Your brother?" Scootaloo asked, confused.

"Who are you talking to?!" Flight demanded, sounding irritated. She was galloping right behind Scootaloo, her hooves clanking loudly on the metal lattice below. "Seriously, you're starting to freak me out a lot! Is Kevin even going to come back, or is he gonna get captured?"

Scootaloo bit her lip. "Um... I honestly don't know," she replied, hesitantly. "I want to say everything's going to be okay, but... I just can't say for sure."

"What the hell?!" Flight exclaimed, irritated. She galloped harder, pulling up right alongside Scootaloo so she could look the filly in the eye. "Why are we even following you if you're just going to take us in random directions and split us up? Do you want us to get captured?"

"I don't—" Scootaloo started.

"Like, that bargain they had back there was pretty awesome!" Flight replied, sneering. "We just turn in the Rebel adults, and then we all get to go free! Why couldn't you just do that, huh?"

Scootaloo had no answer, and Grey wasn't going to supply her one. Instead, she just focused on running past the pipes in the walls, barrelling towards whatever lay ahead.