Author's Note

Starkice knows too much. Their elimination is inevitable.

Rainbow Dash was right about Twilight Sparkle being a spy?

"Are you a spy?" Rainbow Dash gawked, looking Twilight head to tail.

She proceeded to be instantly knocked out by a tranquilizer dart.

"Rainbow Dash," Twilight paced around the table. "I don't know whose side you're on. Nor do I know whose side I'm on anymore. But in front of you are two items. Whichever one you pick will determine your fate."

Rainbow Dash blinked, momentarily straining against her restraints before her gaze settled on the table.

In front of her was... she scrunched her muzzle. "Prince Blueblood and an eyebrow?"

The eyebrow put on a tiny pink fedora.

"PINKIE'S eyebrow?"

"You chose well," Twilight untied Rainbow Dash. "Had you picked that dastardly Bluebot, of which I do not remember whether I work for or against, then I wouldn't know what to do with you."

She paced across the room and opened the window, letting Pinkie's eyebrow flap free. "Continue to fulfill your duties, Rainbow. Do not let me down."

"Wha--"

Rainbow Dash was promptly teleported out of the building five floors above ground level.