Drabble - Tom Banachek/Nokiacon/Neurosis
Banachek kept a tight rein on his temper. It wasn’t worth it, he told himself. No matter how annoying the tiny death machine on legs was, he couldn’t just let Simmons zap it like all the others. No matter how insane the little death machine on legs was, he still couldn’t let Simmons zap it. The “Real Gear,” as they had started being called when they started popping up all over Mission City, were under the protection of the Autobots once they were contained. Somehow, the remnants of Sector seven had been turned into glorified dog catchers. The Nokia twipped.