Trixie looked up from the fire. When her eyes met Scootaloo's, they went from the hostility that was in them earlier to a more suspicious attitude. They glared into her very being, making her tremble.

When Trixie spoke, the area dropped a couple of dgrees. "How do you know Trixie's name?" Her voice did not hide her suspicion. "And who are you?"

Scootaloo was scared, and that was obvious to both of them. Summoning what courage she could, she spoke up. "I'm Scootaloo. You never met me, but I saw your show back in Ponyville."

Trixie mentally fliched at the memory of her last visit. Then she was filled with rage. A rage that was caused by those two idiots.

Who were they again. Bah, doesn't matter. I still will extract my vengeance on them.

Forcing the memories back down, Trixie asked in an even colder voice than before. "Why are you here?"

Scootaloo was ready for this one. Without any hesitation or sign of nervousness that she had before , she said. "I ran away from home a couple days ago."

Trixie almost laughed at this. "Why, did your parents make you eat your vegetables?"

Now it was Scootaloo's turn to have a trip down memory lane. The memories of never having parents to look out for her filled her mind. She sat down. The little filly had no answer for this one. The gap in her life hurt her more than anything else did. Tears started to swell in her eyes.

Trixie sobered up at once. She recognized this look. Trixie had hit a nerve and she knew it. Now, there was a crying filly in front of her with a beaten look on her face. But she must've been raised in a foster home, or at the very least, an orphanage.

Trixie's look softened significantly before asking. "Why don't you come her and eat. Dinner will be ready soon, if you want it."

Scootaloo wasn't listening, she was too far gone in her shitty memories of her 'home'.

Sighing, Trixie stood up and walked over to Scootaloo, placing a foreleg around her. "Trixie is sorry, she didn't know."

Scootaloo wasn't having any of it though. She pushed herself away from Trixie and said "Why should you be sorry, I didn't ask for your pity."

Sighing again, Trixie said "Trixie knows what its like not having parents."

Scootaloo's answer was short and aggresive "No you don't."

Trixie tried again to get to Scootaloo."If you think your the only one, you can think again. Trixie was in your hooves once and she knows what you need is somepony who has been in your situation. Somepony who knows what its like."

Scootaloo looked at Trixie. "Really?"

Trixie nodded.

Twilight was the only one left awake on the train. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake this feeling that they had bitten off a way bigger bite than the could chew. It was a sinking feeling in her stomach that told her that this wouldn't end well for any of them.

Why do I feel like this. It doesn't make any sense. I didn't even feel this overwhelmed when fighting Discord.

That wasn't the only thing bothering her. For some reason unknown to her, she couldn't stop thinking about Sigma.

Why am I thinking about him. That doesn't make any sense either. Where did he get all those scars? I heard Los Pegasus was bad from some of the guards back when I lived in Canterlot, but I didn't think it was that bad. Even more importantly, what would make a powerful stallion like Sigma run away with his tail between his legs. I don't think even Shining Armor could do that. I wonder if Celestia could. That would be interesting.

Her thoughts then went to the wedding. She realized that Celestia wasn't the most powerful being in existance, so it might be possible.

But if I'm afraid of Celestia, and I'm one of the most powerful unicorns in Equestria and Sigma isn't as powerful as me. Then wouldn't he be afraid of Celestia too? I'm going to have to ask him. Too bad I won't get much detail.

Shortly after, Twilight's brain got tired of thinking and retired for the night.

Scootaloo was sleeping on Trixie. Needless to say, it was extremely adorable.

Trixie wasn't asleep though, she was far from it. Her thoughts were on Scootaloo and her experiences.

Scootaloo's life wasn't as easy as I thought. Even if she was lucky enough to go to school, she'll never be able to fly as good as most pegasi. And she's an orphan who lives with an abusive foster family. That's gotta suck.

It was then that Trixie had an idea

I know. I'll let her come with me for a while. She can trust me, I've been through worse than what she has. My childhood was way worse than hers.

Then the reason she survived her childhood came back to mind.

Sigma, I miss you. I wonder if I will ever see you again. I hope so. But you probably don't want anything to do with me after what they made you do. I just hope you understand that its not my fault.

Little did Trixie know was that Sigma was at the most, a dozen feet away, locked in a cargo compartment.

You know how we're going to die and all.

Yeah, don't remind me.

I just realized that we're gonna die a virgin.

Fuck me, I don't wanna die one.

Hey, I wonder if we ask the boss nicely enough, he'll abduct a hot mare for us to fuck before we die. You know, as a last request sort of thing.

I hope so, but knowing him, we are going to get raped by a big ass stallion again and again if we ask.

True, but its worth a shot.

Agreed, we're totally going to ask him.

Amethyst wasn't sleeping. Her mind was on the money and what she'll do with it.

But her mind was on something else as well.

This job is too easy, there must be some kind of catch to it. I mean, we're suposed to take down a hitcolt that has never failed on a job or that has no equal in terms of skill. When we find him, he's partying like there's no tomorrow, drunk off his flank. He has no standards in terms of professionalism and he is extremely irresposible. But, he as taken down single-hoofidly numerous gangs and mobs, a small army of cannibals, and one of the biggest families on the strip. How the fuck is this him. It doesn't make any sense.

Her mind continued to argue that something was up, but her response was that she'll be rich.

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