Optimus glowered on the screen. “I asked for results, Drift.”
Drift shrugged, looking up from the gun he was cleaning. “And you’ll get them. Be patient.” He burst out laughing, as though it were a joke to tell Optimus to be patient.
It was.
“I demand to know what the delay is.”
“It’s not a delay. It’s just time for style.”
“Style.”
Drift shifted his
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