Red Alert had briefly considered tagging along with Kitten Prime and Company, if only to make sure Rodimus stayed safe and out of trouble, but thought better of it after contemplation. Right now, at a glance, who would even know that the small orange Terran cat is the Autobot Prime, unless someone draws undue attention to him
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He continues, filing the information away as simply confirming his suspicion that the conversation itself was not entirely secured. Of course the Autobots would be listening in, it's what he'd be doing under the circumstances.
//Anyone recognize that voice?// Onslaught asks over a secured channel of his own.
The responses vary, from Blast Off's //No//, Vortex and Swindle's chorused //Nope// and Brawl's snort //Sounds like just another flyboy t'me.//
//Interesting,// Onslaught says. //Now, the Autobot's offer. I fully intend to accept it.//
//Are you crazy, Ons?// Swindle asks. //She says she'll help us unofficially, but you know how well that worked out last time.//
//This time, it will be different,// Onslaught says, reassuringly.. //The Autobots have come to us; they clearly don't care what we do, so long as their task is completed.//
//And what happens when we're done with the Autobots' 'task'?// Blast Off asks.
//That depends,// Onslaught says. //For now, it is enough that we get our ship and our promised haven.//
Opening a channel to Frostbite. //On behalf of my team, I accept your offer. Though, I warn you, should you go back on your promise of sanctuary, recordings of these negotiations -- as well as our own confessions -- will be handed over to the various news agencies of the galaxy. Swindle can look extremely contrite when he wants to. We await word of where we shall pick up our payment.//
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How is he to maintain any kind of security if Duskwing, and presumably any other ghosts of any persuasion running about, can pop in and evesdrop with impunity?
Duskwing's confused question grabs Red's interest, however. He, too, would like to understand how Frostbite knew Duskwing was present. Perhaps it is a skill that Red Alert can develop as well. He looks at her curiously until Onslaught's transmission reaches them.
Damnit. Red Alert had been expecting as much from the double-dealing Combaticons. He hadn't wanted to deal directly with them for exactly that reason, as the potential for blackmail was just too huge a temptation to dangle before the Decepticons and not have them make a grab for it. As much as he would like to nix the whole deal right now, the damage has been done. May as well get the benefit from it. He's dreading, however, what they are opening themselves up for with even the nebulous and sketchy offer of a "haven".
Red bites back his unflattering observation about the Combaticon leader and his troops, and waits for Frsotbite's answers - to both Onslaught and Duskwing. As much as Red would like to ask Duskwing why he'd been there, his questions will have to wait; he's already got a pretty good idea that flooding the ghost with too many questions, or too complex questions, will be an exercise in futility.
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//Don't get caught,// murmurs Swindle over their private channel, as his brothers chorus their agreement.
//As for you having our payment ready quickly, I have no objections. We will begin preparations to depart our present location. Do you have any leads for us? If not, we'll work with what we can to find Drath's holdings, but any information you might have for us to start with would be a help and I would see it as a gesture of good faith.//
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"Whaddaya spyin' on Daniel for?" he finally growls.
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"Not good," he growls, "not good at all. Bad. Drath might do it again. The Air Commander's got to know about this!"
Duskwing vanishes in a swirl of dark fog and a flash of light.
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And if he is not... Red doesn't plan on letting him slip through their fingers.
"It already is ugly," Red Alert replies in a tight growl, sending out the final order. "I'm picking up Spike now, regardless of the tests. We'll need him in custody either way."
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// Someone mind telling me what's going on over there? // he radios his security team tersely.
// We're... He's not here. We're looking. //
Before Red Alert can respond to that statement, Frosty slides the pad across the table towards him, letting him read the results.
"Perfect. That would likely explain why he's no longer in residence, either," Red growls, eyeing Frostbite with weary, tightly controlled anger.
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Onslaught recieves Frostbite's transmission. //I'm sure you are,// he says. //We will go over this information, compare it to what Swindle and Vortex remember of the slave markets and -- well, I'll spare you the details. Plausible deniability, and all that. In the meantime, we will also begin our plans to exfiltrate our current location. Onslaught out.//
Onslaught ends the transmission, but leaves the communication lines open, should Frostfire need to speak with him again. //We will be leaving as soon as the Autobots arrange our payment,// Onslaught says. //In the meantime, make no indication that we plan to leave. Should things go well, we will simply leave our current allies and go about our business.//
//An' what if they decide they don't want us to leave so soon?// Vortex asks, a hopeful note in his voice.
//Then we'll do the government of Columbia a favor and eliminate the encampment,// Onslaught says without a moment's hesitation.
//Do we have to kill 'em *all*, Ons?// Swindle asks. //'Cause, I kinda had an idea. It's a variation on a plan we were gonna use before Moto flipped out and killed Drath...well, the goosack formerly known as Drath, anyway.//
//Explain,// Onslaught says.
//Well, the idea was that we'd take a couple human slaves in with us, to serve as cover for when we were in the market,// Swindle says. //An', well, we got a couple hundred humans on the hoof here. We could easily pick out a couple dozen of them to take along and serve as cover for us.//
//And sell them once we arrive,// Onslaught says.
//Well, no sense bringin' 'em back an' having them blab about what we did,// Swindle says. //Besides, wire a few of 'em with explosives and we can kill two drones with one shot.//
//No.// Onslaught says. //Too risky, and it adds needless expenditures of time, effort and energy. We will find another way.//
//Yeah, but it'd be the perfect plan!//
//Swindle, I said no. I'll happily murder these people in wholesale lots, but trafficking with slavers is beyond the pale, even for us. Mention it again and it'll be you up on the block -- for cover, of course.//
Swindle's radio clicks on, then off, then on again. //Right, right, won't say another word, Boss, you got it...//
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