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                            GTB                            
                    -by Shooting Starr-                    
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                        Stone Pipe                         
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Stone Pipe
CHAPTER ONE
  The clubhouse was a gathering place. The threesome would there share what they knew. The topic of dissection was the kidnappings, had it been for a long time.
  Now that Rainbow Dash had been taken, Scootaloo was more afraid than ever. The day that Applejack came in during dissection time was the day the girls would finally learn how to kick butt.
  “Come, you three,” the mare said pointing to the door.
  The fillies filled out the door in caution as Applejack lead them out the door. As the four ponies walked past the barns and apple trees A.J. kept note of everything. Acting like she might never see her farm again.
  “Now ya’ll might not know this,” said Applejack as they walked through the South orchards that where now home to vampire fruit bats. “But back in the day, Apple Family Farms made hard cider, so we have this wine cellar that was no use to us – she paused – in till now."
A small door lead into a tunnel that smelled of earth and cobwebs. An easy to miss entrance lead to yet another tunnel. That tunnel lead to a small room about the size of four twin beds.
  Pinned to a wall was a note:
-GTB
-ROOM TWELVE
-SHELF THREE
-FILE ELEVEN
-BEST WISHES,
STONE PIPE
Scootaloo stuffed the note in the saddlebag A.J. had told her to carry. She would tell the others later.
  The room before them was stuffed with mats and pillows, very comfortable, in a sad way. They might be there for a long time.
  <Make your self at home> came A.J.’s  voice from a distance.
  The three fillies where frightened.  Applejack didn’t seem to notice. Apple Bloom tilted her head as to get a better look of something.
  <What she do?>
  Sweetie Belle covered her mouth.
  <What did I do?!?>
   Sweetie Belle’s thoughts echoed through the chamber.
<Why are we here?> came Apple Bloom’s voice.
  “EVERYPONY SETTLE DOWN, YOUR NOT THE ONLY ONES HEREING YOUR THOUGHTS, IF YOU HAVE A THOUGHT DON’T ‘SAY ‘ IT IN TILL WE CAN FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE IT PRIVATE!!!” shouted Scootaloo.
  They stopped.