Colours of orange, red and yellow slithered up the sky as the sun began to rise. Spitfire sat in her office continuously signing autographs as the time ticked by. 'The Wonderbolts should be here soon,' she thought as she paused to look up at the clock. Knock! Knock! "Come in," she muttered. Soarin entered, scowling. "You're early. What gives?" Spitfire asked without bothering to look up.

"Don't act so innocent!" Soarin spat out, "You know exactly what I'm here." The young captain looked up at her friend, quizzically. She took a few seconds to carefully choose her answer.

"Uh...well I don't," she stuttered.

"Yeah sure. You think you can just send me a letter and write all those things about that I need to 'improve' because I'm the worst flyer you've ever seen," he almost yelled at his superior, "You're more than just my captain, Spitfire. You're my friend from foalhood. But I guess that's changed." Much to Spitfire's surprise, he took off his badge and slammed it on the desk as he turned towards the exit.

"Where are you going?!" Spitfire blurted out.

"I quit," Soarin coldly said before slamming the door behind him.

Rainbow Dash and the other wonderbolts were waiting for Spitfire on the runway. "What's taking Spitfire so long? And to think she's the one who always yells at us to be early," Misty Fly scoffed.

"It's not like her to be late," Rainbow Dash said. The Wonderbolts turned to see Spitfire as she entered. "Where were you?" Rainbow asked.

" A pizza shop."

The Wonderbolts exchanged glances. "I'm sorry, what?!" Misty snapped.

"He chose to work at a pizza shop instead of being a wonderbolt," she stated, with no expression.

" Who did?" Rainbow asked.

"Soarin. He quit because he thinks I sent him a letter which I never sent!"

"Soarin...quit?" Fleetfoot asked.

"Yeah, I tried to talk him out of it but he didn't listen. So I'm gonna need a new lieutenant. Fleetfoot, you're promoted," she half-heartedly announced. Spitfire squinted up at the sky which began to turn grey. 'Oh Soarin, why did you have to quit?' she thought as she tried to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes. The wind blew violently as a storm was approaching.

"So did you deliver the letter?" Short Fuse asked Lightning Dust as she entered through the door.

"Yep. And he felt for it. I overheard Spitfire saying he chose to work at a pizza shop. Tuh! What an idiot!" She scoffed.

"It's almost too easy messing with them," Rolling Thunder smirked.

"I've got more plans for them, just you wait," Lightning grinned.

Rainbow Dash lay down on her bed next to Tank. Affectionately, she stroked his shell. "I just can't stop thinking about what Lightning said to me yesterday," she sighed sorrowfully, "I know Spitfire would never send Soarin that letter so you don't think it could be...no, no it can't be. Can it?" Tank looked up at Rainbow and yawned. "You're right, it's getting late. I should really get some shut-eye. Good night Tank." Rainbow closed her eyes and slowly drifted of to sleep.

Author's Note

Hi, sorry if this chapter is quite short. I didn't have much free time