As discussed, Mirage found a turn-off just before they came into view of their enemies, and he sped down another route, leaving Optimus Prime to take the direct path.
Prowl... Was this going to be another incident like Optimus had been? Would they look similar, but not really know each other? Maybe this Prowl had green optics, or a black chevron, or something equally odd. Maybe he wouldn't know either of them.
The roar of his engine was muffled by modified dampeners created just for him. After all, a spy couldn't be heard coming miles away. He rounded another corned cautiously and came into view of the enemy.
Shockwave. And was that Red Alert in his grasp?
Thanks to the distraction Optimus was offering, Mirage had time to scout out a good, high vantage point from which to take aim and attack or provide cover fire if necessary. Finding a second story balcony in easy reach, he flipped up acrobatically into it, unclipping his rifle from its holsters along his back and bringing it about to the front. There was a slight lip to the balcony that gave him cover as he crouched, resting his gun on the edge and lining up the shot in his scope.
Optimus may have seen him maneuver into position, but with attention on Optimus and Prowl, none of the enemies- wait, there was another smaller one down there, had he seen? Hopefully not. The spy was unsure what the small... creature was capable of, and so decided to treat it as thought it were one of Soundwave's cassetticons: small, powerful, and full of surprises. And it had a gun that was obviously too big for it.
His sight was set on the back of Shockwave's head initially, but Mirage thought better of this and changed instead to aim for the joint of his elbow of the arm holding his weapon. He could disarm him fairly accurately without endangering Red Alert too badly. But first, let their leader take charge...
This was all getting rather out of hand. Someone who appeared to be Optimus Prime, though probably nothing more than some sort of frantic delusion, had joined the squabble. This would normally elicit joy and a sense of hope from Red Alert, but he didn't trust a single one of these mechs, Decepticon or Autobot or mutant organic thing.
No, no one here could be trusted.
That was what it boiled down to, and this situation was piling onto his stress. This was enough.
Red Alert grit his denta, and with a small jump in his spark, thrust both bound fists under Shockwave's head, bashing it back. The giant mech scrambled backwards clumsily, dropping his aim and allowing Red Alert to move free. The Autobot thrust his hands upon Inferno's head, using it to break his cuffs; it successfully knocked the tiny thing unconscious, and Red Alert grabbed his gun.
Quickly, he plucked Inferno's small gun; the thing was ridiculously small, but any weapon he could find was necessary. Red Alert turned a gun each on Prime and Prowl.
"Now," he snapped, "your real designations?"
And they were going to answer, if Shockwave hadn't tightened his grip on him. Red Alert's optics flickered back to full awareness. He repressed a terrible groan.
Prowl... Was this going to be another incident like Optimus had been? Would they look similar, but not really know each other? Maybe this Prowl had green optics, or a black chevron, or something equally odd. Maybe he wouldn't know either of them.
The roar of his engine was muffled by modified dampeners created just for him. After all, a spy couldn't be heard coming miles away. He rounded another corned cautiously and came into view of the enemy.
Shockwave. And was that Red Alert in his grasp?
Thanks to the distraction Optimus was offering, Mirage had time to scout out a good, high vantage point from which to take aim and attack or provide cover fire if necessary. Finding a second story balcony in easy reach, he flipped up acrobatically into it, unclipping his rifle from its holsters along his back and bringing it about to the front. There was a slight lip to the balcony that gave him cover as he crouched, resting his gun on the edge and lining up the shot in his scope.
Optimus may have seen him maneuver into position, but with attention on Optimus and Prowl, none of the enemies- wait, there was another smaller one down there, had he seen? Hopefully not. The spy was unsure what the small... creature was capable of, and so decided to treat it as thought it were one of Soundwave's cassetticons: small, powerful, and full of surprises. And it had a gun that was obviously too big for it.
His sight was set on the back of Shockwave's head initially, but Mirage thought better of this and changed instead to aim for the joint of his elbow of the arm holding his weapon. He could disarm him fairly accurately without endangering Red Alert too badly. But first, let their leader take charge...
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No, no one here could be trusted.
That was what it boiled down to, and this situation was piling onto his stress. This was enough.
Red Alert grit his denta, and with a small jump in his spark, thrust both bound fists under Shockwave's head, bashing it back. The giant mech scrambled backwards clumsily, dropping his aim and allowing Red Alert to move free. The Autobot thrust his hands upon Inferno's head, using it to break his cuffs; it successfully knocked the tiny thing unconscious, and Red Alert grabbed his gun.
Quickly, he plucked Inferno's small gun; the thing was ridiculously small, but any weapon he could find was necessary. Red Alert turned a gun each on Prime and Prowl.
"Now," he snapped, "your real designations?"
And they were going to answer, if Shockwave hadn't tightened his grip on him. Red Alert's optics flickered back to full awareness. He repressed a terrible groan.
Dammit, why did it have to be a fantasy?
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