Lightning Dust dumped Fleetfoot on the floor. "Please, Dusty, stop!" cried Fleetfoot.
"Not until you leave the Wonderbolts for me," Lightning replied. She bound and gagged Fleetfoot and tossed her into the corner. "You're a traitor.You didn't say it was true, you shrugged!" Fleetfoot cowered in fear. "I'll come back in an hour and you'll tell me!" cried Dust. "I have work."
One hour later(I think)...
"So?" cried Lightning Dust.
"I would, I would!" screeched Fleetfoot. Lightning Dust nodded. Then she left Fleetfoot in the dark, damp house.
"Now, Spitfire, Fleetfoot agreed!" crowed Lightning Dust. "And I will rule Wonderbolts!" She sat at Spitfire's desk.
"No," said Spitfire. "Fleetfoot only agreed because she was afraid. Get that!"