FIC! New Beginning: Part 4
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The speaker who had announced his own presence so curtly, a darkish-green mech, poked his head around the corner and called, "Blurr, when you're done taxin' their processors, bag 'em an' let's go-this place is still crawlin' with 'Cons."
At that growled command, First Aid hauled himself up and shoved his brother behind him. With arms outstretched, he glared defiantly at the Autobots and unleashed a tidal wave of emotion on them, showing the pair what they'd been through.
With a squeal, Blurr dropped to his hands and knees, blaster falling with a splash into the murky waters. A harsh grunt signaled that the other mech had felt it, too.
"A Primus-damned Empath...why can't recon ever be slaggin' easy?" the dark voice muttered irritably. Leaning further into view, he spat, "Fine--I'm Springer--my shields are down--scan an' be quick about it, if ya wanna live. Ya hurt my mate though, you'll never see the light of day again."
Extending his Empathy, First Aid analysed their intentions, and was shocked to find them sincere. Red Alert had always impressed upon his brothers that the Autobots were the same as the 'Cons, and none of them had doubted him. Yet, these two Autobots had no desire but to help them. Perhaps the others--
"Any fraggin' day now," Springer hissed urgently, and the medic now saw that the mech's annoyance was mostly apprehension.
" 'Kay," Groove announced, after his brother had shared his findings and they'd reached a consensus. "We'll come with ya."
"Thank Primus," the dark green Autobot muttered. "Blurr, you an' the bike get the ambulance topside, I'll cover you. Skyfire's closing to transport us back."
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