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Two weeks.
Spike throws down the papers he is supposed to be looking over, not having comprehended a single sentence on them for the last six hours. He knows that Perceptor and Wheeljack - and what a damned shock that was - and all the others are doing their best, but it's been two weeks without any leads and no further contact. It is wearing on everyone. Rodimus was grim and sullen in spates, Perceptor would have worn himself into a thread if it weren't for Wheeljack's very constant supervision, and Cureall was angry and depressed in turns. Spike had even lost his temper and shouted at Carly that very morning. He'd apologized immediately, but the damage had been done.
He isn't sure how much more he can take. His patience wore out days ago. He just wants his son back.
"Ambassador? You have a secure call on line three."
"Thank you Jules," he replies, his voice steady and calm, even if he is not. He reaches forward and clicks the button to open the connection.
"Ambassador Witwicky speaking."
Spike throws down the papers he is supposed to be looking over, not having comprehended a single sentence on them for the last six hours. He knows that Perceptor and Wheeljack - and what a damned shock that was - and all the others are doing their best, but it's been two weeks without any leads and no further contact. It is wearing on everyone. Rodimus was grim and sullen in spates, Perceptor would have worn himself into a thread if it weren't for Wheeljack's very constant supervision, and Cureall was angry and depressed in turns. Spike had even lost his temper and shouted at Carly that very morning. He'd apologized immediately, but the damage had been done.
He isn't sure how much more he can take. His patience wore out days ago. He just wants his son back.
"Ambassador? You have a secure call on line three."
"Thank you Jules," he replies, his voice steady and calm, even if he is not. He reaches forward and clicks the button to open the connection.
"Ambassador Witwicky speaking."