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// Gambit 
// Story: South of Somewhere 
// by The Red Parade 
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Braeburn frowned, tapping his front hooves together. “I don’t like it, Fritter.”

“Neither do I, but what can we really do about it?” Apple Fritter huffed.

The captain leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin in thought. “We don’t know a whole lot about this… Second Division, but I reckon they ain’t someone we wanna be fightin’.”

“I ain’t suggestion’ that we fight ‘em.” Apple Fritter tapped the poster on Braeburn’s desk. “But if we give ‘em what they want then maybe they’ll leave us alone.”

“You really think that these ponies are just gonna drop it like that?” Braeburn countered.

Apple Fritter shrugged. “I reckon they ain’t got a problem with us, only with this pony they’re after. We turn her in then maybe they leave us alone.”

“That’s the thing. We turn her in, who knows what they’ll do to her? Highly doubt they’re just gonna throw her a party and say ‘welcome home,’” Braeburn grunted.

“I know that, but honestly one pony shouldn’t be our concern,” Apple Fritter insisted.

Braeburn sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. “Well, Clyde, what do you think?”

Troubleshoes considered the question in deep thought before he rumbled out his reply. “Well, I reckon Brae’s right. We oughta take the safety of this mystery pony in mind first. That’s our lot in life. We protect our own, sure, but I don’t see why we shouldn’t save others if we got the chance.”

Braeburn and Apple Fritter nodded, exchanging glances. “Wise words as always, Clyde,” Braeburn said. “But Fritter’s got a good point. I say we keep tabs on these two, if things get sketchy, we intervene.” He paused, nervously glancing out the window. “But Celestia, I hope we’re making the right decision.”