Morning Log: Thursday

[botwithacamera]

[Time: Thursday, early morning]

Status Updates:
Steeljaw:
   Status: Confined to med bay, condition downgraded to stable

Sunstreaker:
   Status: Restricted from duty pending medical clearance

Smokescreen:
   Status: off-base

*Red Alert frowns to himself. Smokescreen was overdue, and the system showed no log of his attempting to contact base*

*Worried, Red

Comments

[peacefultravels]

[mid/late Thursday afternoon]
*Taps lightly on the door and plastering his best sheepish expression on his face pokes his head round the frame.*

Hey Red, Got any thing that needs doing for the rest of the shift?

[botwithacamera]

*looks up, distracted* If you have nothing else to do... Mind heading over to the armory and check the cameras inside? *wry* Mirage went in, and mysteriously never showed on the camera inside. *snort* Either he's passed out just underneath the camera, or someone's been screwing with my security system again.

[peacefultravels]

*Offers a mischievous grin* Or he's decided to brood by himself and doesn't want you spotting him.

I'll let you know what I find. *pulls his head out of the office before stepping into the doorway as a though occurs to him* Um if he has passed out who's around down there that I could recruit into hauling him to Ratchet, he's a bit big for me to tote around.

[botwithacamera]

*snort* According to the log, he's supposed to be doing inventory, not brooding in a corner.

*checks the duty roster* Ironhide should be down there.

[peacefultravels]

*Suppresses his curiosity about why Mirage was dong inventory and hopes that the spy will be too busy to notice any odd behavior.*

Gotcha, I'll be in touch. *Waves a half salute and heads out for the armory.*