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// Scene 7 
// Story: Equestrian Underground 
// by Krysto 
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	All the while, the two stallions had been traveling down the same stretch of tunnel nonstop. Every inch looked identical to the last and to the next, with no end in sight. They had to be miles away by now, and were beginning to wonder if they'd die down there, either from exhaustion or from starvation. Neither had eaten all day, and the thought of the poisoned sandwiches in Flash's bag was sounding a tiny bit inviting at this point. Better to die with a full stomach than an empty one, Flash had thought briefly, before shaking the temptations out of his mind for good. To be totally safe, he removed the sandwiches and tossed them behind.
“Good riddance, and hopefully one of those goons will choke on it too.”
“Hey, Flash, I think I see another staircase up ahead!”
“Really? I can't wait to get out of here.”
“Yeah, I just hope there's nopony on the other side thinking the same thing.”
“We'll have to bust out of here together then, we might be able to catch them by surprise. Ready, Quick?”
The pair galloped towards the stairs and launched bodily at the wooden trapdoor sealing the tunnel shut. The door gave way immediately and splintered behind both of their combined impacts, sending a shower of wood chips out in all directions, as well as a spray of hay from the pile sitting on top of it.
Both Quick and Flash immediately assumed what they imagined to be a combat pose, and were ready to take on all masked marauders lying in wait.
But nopony was there, and the dark room they had emerged into so suddenly was immediately silent again after all the debris had floated to the ground.
“Well, I guess that's that, then.” Quick stated, as they had just completed a monumental task of some sorts.
“Hey, where are we anyways, Quick?”
“No clue, looks like some kind of shed.” Flash replied.
“You don't think Fluttershy-”
“No, Quick, it I'm pretty sure this has absolutely nothing to do with Fluttershy.”
“Hey, I'm just saying.”
“Do you always jump to conclusions about things?”
“Only when it's convenient, Flash, only when it's convenient.”
“Well, quit joking around and help me find a way out.” Flash ended the conversation by illuminating the room as much as he could, shedding light on a large set of double wooden doors on the far end of the shed.
“Well as long as nopony lights this place on fire, we should be safe, Flash.”
“Don't give anypony any ideas, Quick, let's just open-these-doors. Ugh, they won't budge. Looks like there's a bar on the other side.”
“Who would bar a shed from the outside?” Quick asked.
“Who would bar a shed from the inside, Quick. It's just a storage shed.”
“Yeah, a storage shed with a passageway for who knows how long that connects to the archives. Now let's break this door down already.” Quick immediately flipped around and began bucking at the massive wooden doors, which shuddered with each blow.
“Couldn't you just lift the bar with your magic or something?” Flash said flatly.
“Oh yeah, good point.” Quick replied with a slight blush. “Guess all this adrenaline is getting to my head, I haven't had this much action in months!”
Quick focused in on the wooden bar through a crack in the door and began to lift it gently from it's position when it suddenly lifted off on its own and slid to the ground with a heavy thud.
“Way to be subtle, Quick.”
“Hey, that wasn't me, somepony else must be on the other side.”
The wooden doors slowly creaked open and a familiar mare stepped in.
“What in the hay are y'all doin' in mah apple shed?”
Both stallions gasped dramatically.
“Applejack!?”