[RL - Somewhere in Florida]

[wittywitwicky]

[ooc: So, Sam's been given a moderate beating in his attempts to locate Frenzy, and has been told in no uncertain terms that he better not try it again. Now he's broke, hurt, and unhappy. Aw~]*slumps against a wall in a crappy, empty warehouse, most of his things strewn around him, looking pretty miserable

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[wittywitwicky]

*jumps to his feet when Bumblebee charges in, more than a little startled at this sudden turn of events -- but it's almost immediately apparent that it's Bumblebee, so he relaxes*

Hi.

*he sits back down, feeling relieved that he's not alone anymore, but oddly enough, no less miserable*

[wittywitwicky]

*shrugs*

Frenzy.

[wittywitwicky]

*shrugs again, absently prodding some bruises that are especially sore and avoiding eye contact*

He has friends, I guess.

[wittywitwicky]

*shakes his head*

No, I'm fine. Really.

[wittywitwicky]

Yeah, you're right.

*stands up, picks up some of his stuff, and slumps into the passenger seat*

He's probably long gone by now. ... Sorry.

[wittywitwicky]

*stares out the window*

So, uh. Where're we going?

[wittywitwicky]

... Oh.

[wittywitwicky]

*sucks and ALSO FAILED, dude; and it takes him a second to process the radio message*

Nothing.