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The elevator doors are barely all the way open when Ironhide strides out. We'd like to say that any spectators probably haven't seen him like this before, all bristling with business and guns a mere thought away from going online, but this is Ironhide; probably a lot of people who've seen him before have seen him like this.
He is, however, moving with the sort of grim satisfaction that one normally sees in a cynic who's been proved right.
"Bar. I need a bottle of Singha, if you don't mind," he says. "We've finally got company back home."
He is, however, moving with the sort of grim satisfaction that one normally sees in a cynic who's been proved right.
"Bar. I need a bottle of Singha, if you don't mind," he says. "We've finally got company back home."