Gilda Griffin was angry. And when Gilda was angry, people got hurt. Right now, she was fantasizing wrapping her hands around some stool pigeon’s throat, throttling the life from them, then snapping their neck for good measure.
“I’m not buying it!” she growled to Dust. “We checked for cameras. And we made sure no one recorded any of it. The only phone that should’ve been there is Dash’s.”
“I still don’t know how the tartarus she managed to grab it and crawl outta there,” added Dust. “When we left, I didn’t figure she could even move. Hey, you think Shimmer told them? Maybe she snitched on us.”
“Dunno. Maybe? But why the charade? Why now? She coulda just said something earlier… Nah, it doesn’t add up,” mused Gilda. “Know what I think? I think we have a snitch! I think somebody ratted us out.”
“Well if it wasn’t Shimmer who? We gotta plug this fast!” asked Dust.
“Not sure. But when I find out, they’re dead!”
The next morning Lightning Dust was in the office picking up papers for her homeroom teacher. She noticed Trixie entering. Pretending to tie her shoe, Dust ducked down behind a desk, and watched as Trixie spoke to Ms. Inkwell, then went to Vice-Principal Luna’s office. When no one was watching, Dust darted over to the office door, and pressed her ear to it.
“Vice-Principal Luna, Trixie is scared! Everyone seems to be staring at Trixie! They know! Everyone knows Trixie told! They will hurt Trixie! I have to go! Please Vice-Principal Luna! Let Trixie go home!” She could hear Trixie sobbing.
“Ms. Lulamoon. Trixie… if you leave now, it will only serve to make them more suspicious. Take heart, we’ve promised we will not let harm come to you. You may stay here for a while if you wish, but really you need to return to your classes. Stay strong, Ms. Lulamoon. We are with you; you will survive this.” Dust heard Luna heading for the door, so she quickly pulled back and left the office.
“Damn! That little shit! It was Trixie, she’s the rat! I shoulda known!” mused Dust as she made her way down the hall back to her homeroom.
She cornered Gilda during break. Dragging her off to a quiet corner, she whispered softly. “I found our rat! It was Trixie!”
“Damn that little snake! She’s dead! And so is Shimmer! I swear I’m going to kill them both!” raged Gilda.
“Keep your voice down!” growled Dust. “Damn it Gilda, someone will hear you!”
“Right, right… screw it. I don’t care! I’m going to rip their throats out!” whispered Gilda. “I’m going to grab Trixie when she leaves after school. Then I am going to give her what’s due… I'm going to beat the living tartarus out of her!”
Gilda’s plan was not to be. During the lunch break, a swarm of officers arrived, fanning out throughout the school. They arrest Gilda, Dust, and several others. As they were hauling them out of the school for transport back to the station, Gilda spied Trixie in cuffs being placed into a police cruiser.
“Trixie!” she yelled out, glaring daggers. Trixie cried hysterically as they placed her in the back of the car.
Arriving at the station, they were processed, then placed in separate holding cells. They were interrogated separately. After interrogation, they were placed into a common holding cell.