[Original RPG] Shadow War: Heaven is Falling (Iacon)

[Clogs]

Kalis

Enkryption kept the blaster up, but was not aiming it particularly. "Look, I know you will not necessarily believe me, but I do not wish harm to come to Glyph," he said. "And that's not to protect myself. Do you know anything about twins? About the shock at Sparking and the fear of what happens to the survivor when the other suffers permanent deactivation?"

[secretcode]

The Bee-Fang appears heading straight down to the Autobase. Bumblebee and Bugbite standing by the rear thrusters.

"Remember Bumblebee... you only have 20 minutes to kill me and stop this ship from crashing into the Autobase..." Bugbite said and stuck his hand in front of him and waved to him. "Come on."

Bumblebee ran toward Bugbite faster than he ever could and swung at Bugbite. Bugbite ducked and stuck a Energon Dagger into his waist. "Aaah.." Bumblebee grabbed the dagger and pulled it out. "That's it?" Bumblebee jumped back. "That's all you got?!"

"Oh no..." Bugbite laughed. "That's just the beginning..." He stuck his arm into the sky and tiny mosquito drones flew out of his joints. "Now my Biticons... drain him of all his energon!"

Bumblebee walked behind a thruster. "CALLING ULTRA MAGNUS!! I'M FIGHTING BUGBITE ON TOP OF THE BEE-FANG! HE'S HIJACKED IT AND IS SENDING IT INTO A ONE-WAY COURSE INTO THE AUTOBASE! MY ONLY CHANCE IS TO KILL HIM AND TAKE BACK THE SHIP AND I ONLY HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO DO SO AND RE-PILOT THE SHIP AWAY! EVACUATE THE AUTOBASE IMME-" Bumblebee looked up as Bugbite shot out his communicator.

"Ah ah ah..." Bugbite said as he waved his finger. "No outside help!"

"But you have drones!"

"So?! I make the rules."

[zigzagger]

Arena: Undisclosed Location

~Evening~

Tonight, the audience was treated to a coliseum-style mêlée. The competition had lasted a little over an hour, most participants of the two competing teams had either withdrawn or had been killed. All but two remained from each opposing team; a mechanoid named Xexyz, team captain of the “Harbingers of Straxus”, and the up and coming celebrity Blades, of “Team Vivisect”, whose team captain was earlier eviscerated by the HofS.

The circled around one another, sizing each other up, waiting for the other to strike. Blades, displaying his usual brand of cockiness, tauntingly smirked at the fuming Xexyz.

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Iacon Medical and Research

~Earlier~

After meeting with several patients, which, for some reason were scheduled back-to-back, First Aid finally was able to squeeze in a break. It had been quite busy at the IMR for the past few solar cycles, what with Ratchet being off in Protihex. With his normal workload now doubled, a moment of peace and quiet was welcome.

Finding his was back to Ratchet’s office, First Aid plopped heavily down into his reclining chair.

“Ahhhhhh,” First Aid 'exhaled' as he leaned back into the chair, kicking his feet up onto the desk. “Computer: if you’d could so kind as to relay the message that I am not taking any calls for the next four breems. Thank you.”

“Of course, sir,” the mechanical voice chimed. “But sir, what of the data-search that you requested 3.5 solar cycles ago? Article search has been complete, but records indicate that you have not reviewed it yet.”

“The wha…Oh, oh, of course! Thank you for reminding me,” First Aid excitedly answered, no longer aware of his lethargy. “Transmit it to the pad on Ratchet’s desk, would you?”

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Arena: Undisclosed Location

~Evening~

Having been relieved of his weapon, and a majority of his right leg, Xexyz lay upon his back, his eyes in widening terror as Blades haughtily approached, the smile still affixed on his barely scarred visage. With the remaining bits of his hands, Xexyz pushed his body backwards as Blades drew closer until his back met with the coliseum wall. In his usual fashion, Blades jeered over the fallen fighter, then unsheathed one of his blades and held its tip only an inch or so between Xexyz’s optics.

The audience grew louder.

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Iacon Medical and Research

~Earlier~

“Hmm, interesting,” First Aid mused. “Tzai Industries…hmm, well no wonder I haven’t heard of it. It’s a fledgling, but growing corporation…headquartered in Iacon's business district in the Tzai Industries Holdings building....comprised of the following interlocking companies…Tzai Projects and living estates, some small restaurant chain called Happy Mech, TTT Law Firm, uh huh, uh huh…Beta-Tzai raw materials plant…blah, blah, blah…TTT Military and Communications ….Tzai Casino, Peacekeepers Inc….these are all clear. Perfectly legitimate, but nothing about sponsoring sporting events, though they do contribute to well known charities and political organizations."

"….Hmm, says here that Peacekeepers Inc, which appears some kind of community center or office building or something, is one of the interlocking companies that forms the conglomerate known as Tzai Industries, but it is also the primary station that oversees much of Tzai’s doings…a mechnoid going by the name of Axer being its key spokesman and chairman….ISS records list him as a bounty hunter?...but who the inferno is the primary owner of Tzai Industries as a whole?....A silent partner….how’s that possible, that sort of information has to be accessible to the public, unless...”

First Aid scrolled back to the name “Tzai Indsutries” on the data pad screen and pressed the corresponding link to access Tzai’s general information.

“Ah, that’s what I thought….Tzai Industries, as far as traceable records are concerned, was founded just after the Reclamation ended. Autobot/Decepticon annexation laws hadn’t been completely established yet. A slim time frame, but anyone could've get past a lot of red tape before the resource allocations laws had been ratified....and look, a Tzai Industries has a law firm. Well, that explains a lot..."

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Arena: Undisclosed Location

~Evening~

The audience’s shouts of approval roared through out the entire arena, its reverence at the lone figure in the center of the room. Blades watched as the Peacekeeper’s ‘clean-up’ crew hauled Xexyz away -- either to be mended or recycled -- then turned his gaze back the audience, which at the moment all belonged to him. As betting slips and voices rose, Blades threw both of his arms to the air. As he accepted their praise, the crowd grew more excited.

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Iacon Medical and Research

“This is way over my head,” First Aid said fretfully. “This is just too big for me...Oh, Blades. What have you gotten yourself into?

[Aero Blade]

Briefing Room

"Big talk, little one," Wing Saber responded in an edged tone, not at all threatened by Grimlock. The large autobot now stood over where Grimlock was seated, staring down at him with a look that dared him to give a reason for Wing Saber to retaliate.

"Right now Grimlock, how long this takes is all dependent upon how long you wish to keep being disruptive," Ultra Magnus spoke, keeping his tone calm and even. "If you coopearted from the begining this would have all been over long before now, and it can still end quickly if you choose some more appropriate behavior. Otherwise, right now I have all the time you want to waste here to spare. Anyone who needs to contact me can do so by radio, so there's no need for me to leave. So in light of not wasting either of our time, might I ask that you take your correct seat?"

[optimusskids]

Iacon Medical and Research

Chainclaw clattered down the corridor.

His systems were at 95%, well 70% if you counte dthe twinge in his left servo motors and the grumbling bearing on his neck joint and his oil pressure, but apart from that everything was ok, mostly ok.


Chainclaw skittered to a halt outside Ratchets office and snuffling pressed his nose to the bell.


~*~

Autobot Security Centre

Doublecross flapped in

Double turned to Crosshairs

"issss Ironhide around the guard ssaid i needed him to sign off the prisoner transfer docket or ssomething."


Cross nodded "yessss Roundhouse is all locked up now sssafe and sssnug."


~*~



Target Range


Landfill pressed the stud that initiated the target and the cut out Starscream flapped into view.

He drilled it through each optic. With a shot from each barrel from his sniper rifle.

[zigzagger]

Iacon Medical and Research

Hunched over Ratchet's desk, First Aid was still deeply immersed in the figures and symbols that scrolled along screen of the data pad that sat on the desk. The more he learned of this enterprise called "Tzai Industries", the more overwhelmed with a sense of hopelessness and dread he became.

It was the tinkery and cheerful sound of the door chime that roused him from his trace.

"Huh? Who? Wuh...oh..IT'S OPEN," First Aid called out, but then remembered that he had the door locked during his break. "Just a kilk, please!!" He cheerily corrected himself.

First Aid then switched off the monitor, stood up from his desk, and walked over the control panel affixed to wall by the exit/entrance to the office.

The door slid open, revealing an animalistic mechanoid (Chainclaw) waiting on the other side.

"Hello, may...I help you?" First Aid said as politely as he could, a bit surprised by the bear-like mech standing at the doorway. "Wait...it's Chainclaw, right? What can I do for you?"

(ooc: optimusskids: so, does chainclaw have his shell on or off?)

[optimusskids]

Iacon Medical and Research

(ooc he's got his shell on)

Chainclaw looked up at First Aid.

"Hi First Aid, i've put my name down for the Auxilary Medic Training course. I reckoned that Fix It could do with some help given the scrapes Grimlock gets into. I've already got my First Aid Certificate so I was the logical candidate. So here I am"

[Warcry]

(OOC @ Maju: Just an FYI...if the Bee-Fang gets too close to Autobase, Iacon's defence grid will have to blow it out of the sky. )

Underground tunnels near Iacon Saving and Loan

Smokescreen smiled; he was going to enjoy this. The strategist used his patch into the bank's PA system to address the robbers.

"This is Major Smokescreen, attached to Autobot Military Security. I'm addressing the robbers who are currently holed up in the bank. We have the area surrounded. Release your hostages and no one needs to get hurt."

It wasn't exactly true, but that was the traditional opening remark for any law enforcement official in a situation like this. He felt obligated to give the criminals something they'd expect, at least to start off.
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Autobot Security Centre

Just coming back from securing Hubcap in a holding cell, Crosshairs smiled to Doublecross. "He's out on a call," he told the supply procurer. "Something about a bank robbery. I can help you out, though."

He gestured the other Autobot toward a vacant chair (one of many, in fact; Crosshairs was the only one on duty in the otherwise-abandoned security HQ). "Have a seat and pass the log over here."

[optimusskids]

Iacon Saving and Loan


Heist groaned as the P.A system blared to life.

"Caper check out front and see if you can spot any one Two Stroke talk to the nice Security officer, Sting lets pack away some of these credits in case we have to make a run for it."

Sting started stuffing crdits int sacks and filling his subspace areas with everything he could carry.

Two Stroke clicked on the P.A system

"Hello Shell brassey, we've go a lot of hostages in this Oil. We'll let them go in return for 2 million credits in used credit chips. Bombs and Foxs nothing bigger. We also want a hover car and a free passage to Protihex with none of your Shell Tubes followng us understand?"

Caper dragged a hostage with him and peered out of the front door using the hostage as a shield.

"verily the concourse appears as normal , either they are few in number or well versed in the art of concealment, normal traffic continues apace."

[zigzagger]

Iacon Medical and Research

“Congratulations on your candidacy application!" First Aid excitedly answered Chainclaw. "The IMR has a wonderful training program, as well as a tertiary institution, and an extensive medicinal research department, most of which is taught here on site. Please, come on in.”

“I’m afraid Ratchet is currently out of the city-state, otherwise he’d welcome you aboard himself. He does, after all, instruct some of our program’s more introductory courses as well as upper division when he’s not so busy up here. But I digress, what brings you up here? Did you just want to familiarize yourself with the staff, or did you want a general tour of the IMR?” First Aid politely inquired. “Generally, we do that sort thing by appointment, but I think we make an exception in your case.”

[Warcry]

Iacon Saving and Loan

"You know I can't give you that," Smokescreen told Two Stroke, still sticking to the script. "If you let the hostages go, we can work something out. But as long as you keep them in there, my hands are tied. And you should know...Ironhide's in charge of the security team that's assembling to take you down. When he's ready to go in, he'll go in, hostages or no. And, well...his record in hostage situations doesn't give you very good odds of living to see tomorrow if you don't work with me."

Flipping over to a different frequency, he said to Ironhide, "I'm shaking 'em. You plan on going in yourself, or are we waiting for backup?"

[optimusskids]

Two Stroke glanced over at Heist.

"he won't play ball says he'll send Ironhide in all guns blazing, whether we have hostages or not."

Heist nodded slowly


"much as I hate to say this but I think we need a way to keep them honest. Sting call the Press before they think to jam the coms network."

Sting picked up a phone from the nearest desk and rang directory enquiries.

"I want the number for the Cybertronian Brodcasting Corporation please."

The operator answered him.

"Certainly Sir please hold while we try to connect you...I have the caller on the ine.. have a nice day."

Sting spoke rapidly into the phone.

"Get down to Exchange place theres a robery going down, hossstage sssituation. The brasseys are threatening to go in all guns blazing, dam the hostagesss, thatsss right crime , overzealousss ssecurity officers, a ssscoop yesss...my name lets just call me a concerned citizen."

Sting replaced the telephone.

"letss see if that workss."

[zigzagger]

Border Regions

Beta Raw Materials was one of The Tzai’s more recent acquisitions, though Tzai Industires’ involvement currently is in a shareholder capacity. Beta was a small business that wanted to grow, The Tzai exploited their desperation, and thus an merger was born.

Lately, however, Beta’s owner, Depp, has had second thoughts about his arrangement with Tzai Industries.

A meeting was called, held at Beta Raw Material’s on site office. The office was small, and sparsely furnished. On one side, Depp stood nervously with two other bulky, scraped-up, and thuggish mechanoids on each side of him. On the opposite side of room stood a rather self-assured Axer, with two accomplices of his own, both thinner in frame and fashioned in nicely
polished grey, purple, and green armor.

“Glad, y-you could make it today, A-Axer,” Depp nervously stammered.

“No problem. Our partnership is important to The Tzai,” Axer would've smiled if he had a mouth to smile.

Axer knew perfectly well why he was asked to attend this meeting, but continued to maintain an element of “professionalism”, allowing Depp to say his piece.

“You called for this rather meeting," he looked to Depp. "Soooo...how go things, Depp.”

“Well, ummm, fine, thank you. Business has been getting better and, uhhh, revenue continues to increase slowly but surely. It’s just that-”

“Glad we could help” Axer cheerfully interjected.

“Yes…I mean, no…Listen, Axer. I appreciate all that The Tzai has done for me, but this arrangement....this has gotta stop.”

“Ah. I see. You want out," Axer feigned sadness. "Problem is, Tzai Industries owns majority of your stock, and," he gave Deep a sideways glance. "You did go over the paperwork during the initial merger agreement, didn’t you? And let’s not forget about your debt, now."

Axer shook his head. "Okay, you know what? Can we please put an end to this poorly acted out charade and cut to the chase, hmm?”

“It’s just that…that," he nervously looked to his goons. "What are you waiting for?! Do it!!”

His two goons revealed their pistols and fired them at Axer. One shot managed to take down one of his men, while Axer simply stepped out of harms way.

Suddenly, the office door burst open with a swarm of identically purple/grey/green clad soldiers, all wielding energy swords. After quickly, and mercilessly, slaughtering his goons, the soldiers surrounded Depp and forced him to kneel.

“I am sorry it had to come to this. Really I do,” Axer said as he approached the trembling Deep.

Standing only a (Cybertronian) foot away, Axer produced his own pistol and pressed its barrel against Depp's forehead.

“In another plain of existence, we might’ve been friends, Depp. But here, this is just business.”

_____________________________________________________

After administering the necessary “sanitize” caplets onto the bodies, which essentially broke them down into unidentifiable particles, Axer opened com-channel on a private frequency.

“Hey, it’s me.” Axer said nonchalantly.

“Axer. What news do you have for me?” the respondent answered in the same tone.

“Seeing to your interests, what else? Our business with Depp is concluded. What now?”

"The necessary legalities had been finalized well before he attempted to embezzle Beta's credits from us. Beta now belongs to The Tzai. See to any other loose ends, would you Axer?”

“Sure thing," he said. "Be seeing you soon.”

[optimusskids]

Iacon Medical and Research

Chainclaw clattered across the threshold.

"My letter of introduction told me to report to Ratchet's Office ,it must have slipped his mind. Although the date stamp was corrupted, Gremlins in the postal system I presume. The orientation would be good and maybe a introduction to some of the staff who would be teaching me."

~*~

CBC Newsroom

The door of News Manager Hedge swung open

He smiled cheerily at the hustle and bustle.

How are we today troops , are we cooking with napalm."

He rubbed his hands together.

"You betcha, a team that plays togehter stays together. Carry on , carry on , as you were, as you know I'm not here, hands off approach. Let the troops pop some nuts and bolts into the energon fermenting unit and see what comes out."

A rather harried looking chief Editor Dent looked up from his phone.

"What crews have we got available , I've just got a tip off theres a bank robbery going down at the Iacon Savings and Loan.

Sub Editor Cooper tapped on a datapad

"Catady and crew are still off on the Tygun Span story and..."

Hedge interupted

"weren't they supposed to be covering the Chambers it's a very important meeting some very impotant shar.. I mean politicians are there. very influential people you know."

Dent looked flustered "I'll discipline her when.."

Cooper interupted. " They left a full set of Camera drones, they probably haven't noticed they've gone. Plus the Tygun Span story is one of the best we've had this sector, the ratings are through the roof."

Dent dabbed an oil leak on his torso

"well as long as..."

Hedge interrupted "if that's what you think best your the editor , remember I'm not here. "

Cooper interupted again

"You were saying about a bank robbery."

Dent nodded

"yes a bank robbery, what about Airplay her crime series has been very well recieved you know"

Cooper checked her Datapad

"just missed she just logged out with Weasel in tow and a van load of equipment. Apparently she's got a lead on a story she reckons she can connect the Arson story to the Wreckers. There is Daylight..."

Dent steepled his fingers anxiously peering at them .

"You mean Demo..."

Hedge butted in

"remeber the memo I circulated on inappropriate personal nomenclature in the workplace, its bad fo moral and a team with low moral is an inefficent team.

Cooper and Dent shook off the glazed expressions that had come over them.

Dent nodded

"Ok send Daylight."

Cooper checked a list . "What about crew most of them refuse to work with him.."

Dent sniffed.

"Tracking...?"

"he's in hospital still."

"Scanner...?"

he refuses pointblank to work with him after the last time. There was talk of lawyers!"

"ahh um yess, Frequency ? "

"She quit...after she got out of the cosmetic bay..."

Ferret nudged open a door a crate in his arms.

Dent looked across at Ferret.

"Ferret what are you doing ? "

He balanced the crate against the door frame.

"um like some background for Airplay."

Dent nodded "your always asking for opportunities to get out in the field right?"

Ferret nodded slowly "yeah that's right."

Dent smiled "I've got an assignment for you , you need to leave immediately."

Ferret smiled

"excellent ,who's it with ?"

Dent mumbled

"Daylight."

Ferret almost dropped the crate.

"you mean Demo..."

Hedge interupted.

"What did I say about inappropriate personal nomencalture in the workplace does no one read my memo's."

He put an arm around Ferret's shoulders.

"We wouldn't want you to go round strewing unecessary roadblocks on your road to personal advancement would we, plunging down the dead end of stagnation or even the quagmire of unemployment would we now."

Ferret muttered

"No Mr Hedge."

Cooper handed him 2 forms

"here's you insurance booster form and danger money application drop them into personnel."

Dent nudged Cooper.

"umm it would probably be better if you did it before you went out either that or leave them someplace in the van where thye're easy to find."

Dent nodded

"good luck ."

Cooper handed over a key fob

"I've assigned you van 14."

Ferret trudged out muttering to himself.

[Heinrad]

Shadows of Alleyway across from the bank:


Ironhide: -watching the situation unfold through the remote scanners in his battle platform, scowls- "Ah got a ahdea, Smokescreen. Ah'm gonna try ta trade mahself fer th' hostages. If Ah c'n get in there, jus' lissen fer the distraction, then come inta th' bank an' help me pacify these guys." -moves towards the alley entrance, in full view of the bank, raises his voice- "HEY! YOU GUYS IN TH' BANK! YA LET TH' HOSTAGES GO, AH'LL TAKE THEIR PLACE!"

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Kalis:


Tracks: -shrugging- "I've got a vague idea......"

Nightbeat: -tone entirely unsympathetic- "I don't. And I'm not entirely sure who this helped, really. You move into your sister's body to keep youself from dying, and then instead of letting her know, you let her live thinking that you're dead, only to take over her body at various intervals and do whatever shady dealings that a Decepticon like you would be up to." -shaking his head- "And I know why you're still in her body. She's the perfect cover. I have to wonder how much she knew about you. And how much of her memories of you that you've blocked."

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Briefing Room:


Grimlock: "Look like initial opinion right, Little Prime. You much softer in head than Prime, but you have potential." -stands- "Maybe be better leader if you not drag stupid teddy around." -looks over at Wing Saber- "Lucky day for you, teddy bear. Me not rip stuffing out with teeth today. You get to keep kissing Little Prime's skidplates for little while longer." -moves to another chair, sits down, puts his feet up, crossing his hands behind his head- "Now, Me have to wonder what else you need to hear."

[Warcry]

Iacon Saving and Loan

Smokescreen leaned against the wall of the underground tunnel and frowned. Ironhide's ploy was probably going to get the senior officer shot half a dozen times, and if a less-durable (not to mention stubborn) Autobot had suggested it, he would have tried to talk him out of it. As things stood, though, it was the best suggestion they were going to get.

"Oh, one thing," he told Ironhide as he took note of the other traffic coming out of the bank's comm grid. "Someone in there just called in the press. So be careful."

Smokescreen wired a comlink into the tap he'd put on the bank's comm system in case the thugs tried to talk to him again, then climbed up a utility ladder, quietly popped open a floor grate, and crawled up into one of the bank's locked back offices. Thankfully there was no one there to see him; the thought of having to silently take down an enemy in a building full of guards didn't exactly fill him with anticipation.

Sliding into a corner, the Autobot set his electrodisruptor over to wide-beam heavy stun and waited for the signal from Ironhide.

Knowing him, it won't be easy to miss...
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Lexicon Rare and Vintage Codices

Blue Bacchus smiled politely as he walked into the Cybertronian equivalent of a used book store; ancient culture was a passion of his, especially Trannis-era Decepticon melodramas and art. For a moment, he let himself enjoy the just being around so many ancient tomes, scrolls, datacards and holoprograms.

But only for a moment.

"Excuse me," he said to the first employee he could flag down, "I'm looking for Silverfish. She was helping me track down a rare book on proto-Slogist combat art..."

"She's in the back, in the Religious Orders section," the employee responded to his friendly query. "Adding a few new acquisitions to the subsection on Matrix Templars, last I saw."

"Thank you," Blue Bacchus told him before walking in the indicated direction. It didn't take long before he found the mech in question, a tall, elegant-looking silver femme who was reshuffling a shelf of ancient data tablets. "Silverfish, I presume?"

"That's me," she said, not looking up from her work. "How can I help you?"

"I hear you're a frequent visitor to a certain, how shall we say...floating casino. I was hoping you could point me toward it."

That made her look up.

"I'm sorry, Mr..." the femme waited until it was obvious that no name would be forthcoming, then continued. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do." Governor had kept the boat a well-kept secret; Blue Bacchus only knew about it at all because an informer in the other gangster's organization had tipped him off to it.

"And I think that I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Silverfish told him, getting defensive.

"I'm sorry you weren't more cooperative," Blue Bacchus said. "I genuinely hate having to hurt a librarian." Before the femme could process that, the antennae on either side of the Pretender's helmet swung down and fired pinpoint beams of searing heat at her right thigh. She fell to the ground with a high-pitched squeal, her injury superficial but severely painful.

"I can and will do that to as many body parts as I have to, if you don't tell me what I need to know. So please, for both of our sakes, answer the question."

Silverfish looked like she was going to put up a fight, but only for a moment. Then her facade of resistance crumbled and she whimpered, "The Busted Flush used to dock at the Praetorus Wharf, but there's too many Autobots there nowadays. She sticks to the Rust Sea nowadays."

"Thank you." Blue Bacchus started to turn away, then turned back and tossed a credit chit to the femme. "That should take care of your damage. I'm truly sorry it had to come to that."

He was, actually. The gangster had seen a dozen volumes in the store he would have wanted to purchase, but found it highly doubtful that they'd sell to him after what he'd just done.

Note to self: send a henchman here on a shopping trip...

[Clogs]

Kalis

Enkryption shifted, his whole demenour becoming antagonistic. "Listen, you: I made up the papers that meant Glyph escaped the Grease Pits, and I managed to get her off-world on an approved expedition during some of the worst fighting. So, maybe I am taking some payback now."

The minibot shrugged and lowered the gun. "You have me, as they say, bang to rights, Nightbeat." he owned. "What are you intending to do next?"

[optimusskids]

Iacon Saving and Loan

Sting buzzed out of the vault area having finished loading the loot.

Heist nodded to Caper who was by the front door.

Caper produced a communicator and clicked the transmit button twice.

Caper shouted to Ironhide

"Sir while your suggestion is honourable, I fail to see the merit to ourselves. For we would be allowing a trained security officer into our midst while forsaking our bargaining chips."

Two Stroke keyed the PA mike.

"Just so you know Brassey, the Mozzies are on there way and I don't think they'll take too much to indiscriminate smelting. As a gesture of good will though we're going to release some of the hostages."


~*~

Daylight ran along the alley coming up behind Ironhide.

Ferret struggled after him. They had been forced to abandon the news van in the traffic jam and proceed the rest of the way on foot.

Ferret stumbled under the weight of the equipment.

[Aero Blade]

Neither answered Grimlock's comments, but it was for two different recients, due to timing mostly. Wing Saber had returned to his original spot by the door, not answering as he seemed to regard Grimlock's comments as benieht recognition. He instead cast a muted warning expression in Grimlock's direction, ready, and now even waiting a bit in anticipation for the Dinobot to do something he could have a reason to respond to.

Ultra Magnus however had been distracted by the incoming call, again another urgent matter distracting him from his original task. This one was far more serious though, and Magnus did not like the sound of the way things were going.

"You're going to have to do you best to get that ship put on another course," Ultra Magnus responded to Bumblebee. "We cannot evacuate Autoboase. The defense grid will be forced to shoot down the ship if it is on an emminent crash course. You'll have to either steer it away or simply escape the vessle before time is up."

[Heinrad]

Iacon Savings and Loan:


Ironhide: -sighs- "Brazzeys, Ah got figgerd. Ain't no clue what Mozzies are, though." -looks back as the media bloodhounds come running and stumbling up behind him- "Aw, great. Ah think Ah just figgered out whut a Mozzie is." -steps up to the doors of the bank, tossing his blaster pistol into the street, yelling into the bank- "Yeah, ya'd be takin' a hagh level security officer inta yer lil' band an' lettin' awl'a yer poor, scared hostages go, but th' thing yer fergettin's th' fact that Ah'm one'a the two top Brazzeys. Ya think they're gonna go in with a strahke force with me in there? Main reason Ah'm volunteerin' ta do this is so we c'n try ta come up with a solution that ain't gonna wind up with a bunch'a dead bodies. That ain't so bad, is it?"