Lurking around the back of the Ark... [Location specific]

[backdraft_bot]

*Inferno, after getting in touch with Ironhide, is trying to hide a few barrels of...illegal substances, so to speak. He's able to carry them all easily enough, but is having trouble trying to decide WHAT to do with them

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[fowl_play]

*Coming around the corner, Finch stops when she sees Inferno down the way, a couple of suspicious looking barrels nearby. She stops and looks up at him. He looks down at her. There's silence for a moment.*

...Inferno, right? ... ... What's in the barrels, fellah? *sudden amused look*

[backdraft_bot]

*Inferno eyes the femme, an optic ridge raised.*

Yeah, that'd be me... An' yer...Skyfall, right? Er..."Finch"?

*He glances at the barrels. Then at her. She's not QUITE as small as a mini, but she LOOKS like she could still get into some difficult places.*

.oO (Ah ha...)

The barrels...um... Some stuff I need to hide. Think you can do me a bit of a favor, little lady?

[fowl_play]

Depends... What's the favor, and what's in it for me? Those barrels look mighty suspicious. *She crosses her arms over her chest, a smirk on her faceplate.*

[backdraft_bot]

Ah, nothin' TOO bad... Just me a few'a the guys havin' a little fun. Hobby, ya know? *He glances at the barrels, then grins at her.* Just need to make sure they end up in a safe hidin' place where we can get to 'em, later. As fer what's in it for you...what'd ya need? 'Long as it ain't too destructive and doesn't involve dealin' with Sunstreaker, I'm good.

[fowl_play]

*She pauses to consider this... Then opens the side panel on her torso where the second tracker's recently been installed. After taking a half cycle to get her talons into the wiring, she picks it out and tosses it to Inferno.*

Get rid of THAT thing for me. I'd prefer you didn't destroy it, but rather left it someplace...interesting. Do that for me, I'll stash your goods.

[backdraft_bot]

*He catches the tracker in his hand and looks at it with a questioning expression.*

Hey, ain't this your tracker? Ya know, Ratch or Red or both'll probably blow a gasket when they find ya pulled it out. Why don't ya want it?

[fowl_play]

Ratchet'll get over it and Red'll probably find something more pressing to deal with than me without a tracker. As for why I don't want it...I just don't. I have no faith in it. Or what it does. I can't say more than that. So let's just leave it as is and we'll take care of either end of the deal, alright?

[backdraft_bot]

Oh...well...uh, alright. I guess. Just come let me know what you've done with the goods once you've hidden 'em?

*Shrugging, he takes the tracker and heads off with it...figuring maybe he can stick to one of the robocats or something...*

[fowl_play]

*Finch smirks as Inferno heads off.*

Oh, I will! Don't worry about a thing, bot!

*Glancing back at the barrels, she narrows an optic in thought.*

.oO (If I can get 'em to that hole I found in one of the back rooms...yeah, that'll work. They should fit through. Wonder how that hole got there, anyway? I mean, it looks like it caved in from the outside ages ago, but someone must have dug in at some point...someone small at that. Not much bigger than a mini... Strange. But ah well...it's gonna be the hiding place for this stash of moonshine, now!)

*Pushing over one barrel, she rolls it off...returning for the rest when she's done relocating each....*

((Ten TF geek points to the folks who get the "small hole in the back" reference.))

[keyinhand]

((*claims the ten TF Geek Ponts(tm) since no else has! XD ))