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WHO: Ratchet, Dudewave and Wheeljack for now.
WHAT: A meeting of the minds.
WHERE: Ratchet's clinic; Zone 3
WHEN: The day after this. After business hours/curfew.
WARNINGS/NOTES:
It wasn't easy waiting for something like this. Ratchet had spent the day immersing himself in his work trying not to think about it; because if he did, then he got anxious and then he got on edge and it was just a downhill slide into a foul mood from there. And that was the last thing he wanted tonight. So he kept himself distracted up until Wheeljack had unexpectedly arrived ahead of time.
The engineer had waited not quite so patiently for the last of Ratchet's appointments to leave before pulling him aside and telling him about an anonymous text message he'd gotten relating to the conversation they'd had over the network. It was a sure bet now that someone knew they were meeting here tonight and there was a good chance they knew why. For a moment, Ratchet considered contacting Soundwave and either calling the whole thing off or finding somewhere else to meet, but... there really was no point. If someone knew what they were doing, then it was too late to pull out. They might as well go as far as they could.
The clinic was shut down for the night now; doors locked and power shut off to all but a handful of lights. Wheeljack was lingering towards the back of the main room, distracted by maintenance on the hub assistant. Ratchet was perched on the edge of one of the medical berths, finishing up the last of the reports. The only one missing now was Soundwave.
WHAT: A meeting of the minds.
WHERE: Ratchet's clinic; Zone 3
WHEN: The day after this. After business hours/curfew.
WARNINGS/NOTES:
It wasn't easy waiting for something like this. Ratchet had spent the day immersing himself in his work trying not to think about it; because if he did, then he got anxious and then he got on edge and it was just a downhill slide into a foul mood from there. And that was the last thing he wanted tonight. So he kept himself distracted up until Wheeljack had unexpectedly arrived ahead of time.
The engineer had waited not quite so patiently for the last of Ratchet's appointments to leave before pulling him aside and telling him about an anonymous text message he'd gotten relating to the conversation they'd had over the network. It was a sure bet now that someone knew they were meeting here tonight and there was a good chance they knew why. For a moment, Ratchet considered contacting Soundwave and either calling the whole thing off or finding somewhere else to meet, but... there really was no point. If someone knew what they were doing, then it was too late to pull out. They might as well go as far as they could.
The clinic was shut down for the night now; doors locked and power shut off to all but a handful of lights. Wheeljack was lingering towards the back of the main room, distracted by maintenance on the hub assistant. Ratchet was perched on the edge of one of the medical berths, finishing up the last of the reports. The only one missing now was Soundwave.