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"WASSERMAN!"
It was amazing, Corporal Jerome Wasserman thought, just how far his neck could retract into his body in times of danger. Or in times of Cybertronian curiosity, which amounted to very nearly the same thing in his experience. The first time Ironhide had wanted a question answered, the Autobot had simply targeted the nearest human; why the weapons specialist kept coming back for answers, Wasserman didn't know. The only thing of which he could be sure was that there was no point in running. With a very small, very careful sigh, Wasserman turned around.
The big black mech's optics glimmered down at him a moment before Ironhide said, "I have something for you."
Oh great, now it's going to be identification day at the museum every day, Wasserman thought, but he only nodded. The Autobot merely grunted and bent over, placing two objects on the hangar floor with the greatest of care. It took Wasserman a moment to realize that the ridiculously large metallic barrel was a beer keg; as for the other, it appeared to be a big metallic bucket of- "Grenades? Are those grenades?"
"Little something in the way of recreating some of the explosives that demolition crews used to use back on Cybertron to bring down old architecture," said Ironhide. "The way I see it, you've earned all of it."
"What? Why?" Wasserman tore his gaze away from the- gifts? Could he call them that?- and looked up at the Autobot. "What did I do?"
"You explained things," said Ironhide. " It's harder than I'd thought."
With that he turned and stalked out of the hangar, leaving the corporal to wonder just how he was supposed to move that much beer and that many explosives on his own.
It was amazing, Corporal Jerome Wasserman thought, just how far his neck could retract into his body in times of danger. Or in times of Cybertronian curiosity, which amounted to very nearly the same thing in his experience. The first time Ironhide had wanted a question answered, the Autobot had simply targeted the nearest human; why the weapons specialist kept coming back for answers, Wasserman didn't know. The only thing of which he could be sure was that there was no point in running. With a very small, very careful sigh, Wasserman turned around.
The big black mech's optics glimmered down at him a moment before Ironhide said, "I have something for you."
Oh great, now it's going to be identification day at the museum every day, Wasserman thought, but he only nodded. The Autobot merely grunted and bent over, placing two objects on the hangar floor with the greatest of care. It took Wasserman a moment to realize that the ridiculously large metallic barrel was a beer keg; as for the other, it appeared to be a big metallic bucket of- "Grenades? Are those grenades?"
"Little something in the way of recreating some of the explosives that demolition crews used to use back on Cybertron to bring down old architecture," said Ironhide. "The way I see it, you've earned all of it."
"What? Why?" Wasserman tore his gaze away from the- gifts? Could he call them that?- and looked up at the Autobot. "What did I do?"
"You explained things," said Ironhide. " It's harder than I'd thought."
With that he turned and stalked out of the hangar, leaving the corporal to wonder just how he was supposed to move that much beer and that many explosives on his own.