"You sure you wanna do this, Mr. Blitz?", the mare sitting across from him asked. "I mean, despite the unorthodox nature of your work, you still get good results."

Rainbow Blitz smiled at the compliment, shifting around slightly in his seat. "I know, I know. But, I just became a full member of the Wonderbolts! Can't juggle both the Weather Team and them, even as Awesome as I am."

The supervisor nodded, before gesturing to the piece of paper in-between them. "Well, in that case, I'll take the resignation form. You just need to clear out your on-site locker and collect any personal effects. Keep in mind that any and all property of the Weather Factory is-"

"I got it, I got it", Blitz said. "Turn in everything that isn't mine."

The mare snorted. "Very well. Have a good day."

"You know I will!", he said, sliding out of the chair and turning to the door in one fluid motion.

Blitz pushed open the door, heading down the corridor with a swagger in his step. Sure, he'd miss working with the place, but it helped in that he was now a Wonderbolt! The trade-off was worth it, in his eyes.

Soon, he arrived at the employee locker room. A line of lockers ran along each wall, kept in place by bases made of specially-made and enchanted clouds. They were separated by gaps in the line, signaling the lockers of the various branches of the Equestrian Weather Factory.

After a short walk, he arrived at the Ponyville section. He scanned the brass nameplates on them, looking for his own. Finally, after going through half of the Ponyville team, he found his own; tucked in between those of Thunderlane and Storm Bucker.

He entered the combination, the door opening with a metallic squeak that signaled its infrequent use. Only a few things were inside: a few old sticks of deodorant, his hardhat and coat, a Daring Do book, a few comics, and a spare pair of Goggles.

"Well!", a familiar voice called as he began collecting the papers into a saddlebag. He sighed, before turning his head. Sure enough, it was who he thought it was: his old bully, Barbelle.

The brown mare was walking towards him, shucking off her work coat and hardhat. Beneath the protective white garments, she was wearing a sleeveless hoodie and Jeans, the former decorated with the Cloudsdale sports logo. She smirked, asking, "What, not happy to see me, Ditz?"

"What do you want, Barbelle?", he asked, turning back to the paper objects in his locker.

"Nothing, really", she said. "My locker is across from you, 'member?" Sure enough, she stopped at one of the lockers and began to adjust the combination lock.

"Right", Blitz said. He chose to ignore her, grabbing his other items in the locker.

"So", she asked. "Why are you unloading? It turn out like Flight School?"

That made him pause. "What?"

"You know", she said, adjusting the tie of her messy ponytail. "Like I said before the Young Fliers Competition. Too many rules, not enough nap time?"

"What happened to taking it easy on me? Speaking of the Young Fliers, of course", Blitz said.

"What? Mr. Big Hero can't take a little bad-mouthing?", she asked, snickering.

Rainbow held back a sneer, packing up the last of his stuff. "No, I wasn't kicked out. I got into the Wonderbolts. Can't stay on with the Weather Team and be in the Bolts."

"Huh", Barbelle said. "Well, good for you. Still hope to see you around, Rainbow Ditz!"

Blitz snorted, packing up the rest of his stuff. "Yeah..."

He closed his locker, slinging the jacket over his shoulder and grabbing the hardhat. He shot one last look at her, sticking out his tongue at her. Turning to the exit, he saw her two friends, Nets and Goal, enter the locker room.

"Hi Blitz!", Nets called, waving to him. Goal, still silent as she usually was, still waved at Blitz.

"Hey, Nets", Blitz said, a bit of frustration from Barbelle in his voice. "See ya around."

~

After Rainbow Blitz left, Nets and Goal walked over to Barbelle. "Oh, hey girls", Barbelle said, closing her locker. "Boss approved our off-time, so-"

She was cut off by Nets, who lightly punched her in the shoulder. Not enough to really hurt, but still enough to aggravate her sore arm. "Ow! The hay, Nets!?"

"What'd you do?", Nets asked.

Barbelle shrugged. "Just teased him a bit. Pestered him about Flight School."

"Like, seriously?", Nets asked. Goal shook her head, clearly agreeing with Nets. "He's not gonna agree to this if you're a jerk. Like, OMG!"

"What? He's got thick fur", Barbelle said. "But, I guess you're right. I'll cut it out." She sighed, her tail swishing in annoyance. "Did you two at least get it into his locker?"

Goal nodded. Nets said, "Yeah. Let's just hope he took it with him."

"Well, we'll find out in a few days", Barbelle said. "Well, let's get out of here. If he doesn't show, then I want to enjoy myself."

~

Rainbow Blitz returned to his house, touching down on the cloud porch. He spread out his wings, letting them rest from the long flight. Despite his speed and power in the air, even he still had to give his wings a rest every now and then.

He tossed his saddlebag on the couch, before heading into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, scanning the food around the various shelves. He turned away as he felt a tap on his hoof, spotting Tank tapping at his leg. "Oh. Hey buddy", Blitz said, kneeling down and scratching under his chin. "Miss me?"

The tortoise smiled, his eyes squinting shut at the affection. Blitz stood back up and reached into the fridge. For him, he grabbed an old piece of Pizza. For Tank, he grabbed a small piece of lettuce, which he dropped in the feeding bowl of his long-time pet.

He bit into the pizza, hopping over the back of the couch next to the saddlebag. He opened it up, scanning the items that he had brought back to his house. He tossed the comics onto the coffee table, followed by the Daring Do book. As he took out the goggles, he spotted something he didn't realize he had brought with him.

Taking it out, he saw it was a simple white envelope. He stuck a finger under the edge of the lip, tearing it open and pulling out the contents. The first of the two items was a photograph, showcasing a beachfront house. It was rather nice, with a few lawn chairs on the deck, a hot tub, and the house itself being large and rather nice looking. The second was a letter, which he unfolded and read.

Hey Blitz!

Long time no see, eh? I know we haven't really been the best to you and Fluttershy. I mean, you know all about all of what I mean. Well, we want to try and make it up to you. Goal's folks have a beach house, and it is awesome! Like, it has a hot tub, a bar, and - Sorry, Barbelle said just show the picture. Anyway, we were hoping you would come down in a few days. Again, just to try and make it up to you. You don't show; that's fine. In that case, please send a letter to let us know. Still, hope to see you there!

Nets

P.S. Barbelle here. In case you didn't open it the day you got it, she means the 20th. Also, the address of the house is on the back of the picture. See you there, Rainbow Ditz.

Blitz set down the letter, picking back up and turning over the picture. True to the letter, an address was scrawled in black pen. He looked to the letter, then back to the picture, before laying his head back on the couch. He sighed, muttering, "Huh."

Author's Note

Barbelle - Rule 63 Dumbbell
Nets - Rule 63 Hoops
Goal - Rule 63 Score

Not anthro, obviously, but they're the best pictures I could find.