Transformers: Stunticon Gestalt Team. #65: Passing
Title: It's Not Stupid
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Breakdown, Dead End, Prowl, Red Alert
Prompt: #65: Passing
Word Count: 279
Rating: G
Summary: Breakdown and Dead End got stuck in a chase through a mall parking lot with Prowl and Red Alert on their tails. They break out of it Stunticon-style.
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//I expect our brothers are already dead.// The Porsche's tires squealed as he rounded the corner of parked cars and zoomed up the next lane. //And when Prowl and Red Alert choose to stop toying with us, we'll join them.//
//We'll be all right if we can just get back on the expressway,// Breakdown responded, bare inches behind Dead End. They were almost at the end of this row, and Prowl was right behind them, and there were humans ducking hastily out of the way amid their cars, and they knew what he was-
Calm. He had to be calm if they were going to get out of this alive. //Left up here.//
//Of course I'm going to go left.// Dead End replied as he threw himself into another squealing turn. //However, I don't see how we can get out of this parking lot and back onto the highway without at least one of us being wounded by one of the Autobots.//
He paused, and Breakdown knew exactly what he was going to say. He gunned his accelerator, instead, forcing Dead End to speed up the extra few miles-per-hour he was still capable of. He didn't need Dead End getting him down right now. He needed something else. Something... different.
Wildrider, he thought miserably, wouldn't be stuck in this situation. Wildrider would do something crazy and stupid that would probably get him out of-
If he'd been in robot-mode, Breakdown's grin would have scared even Wildrider. //You want out of this parking lot? Okay.//
The route he dropped into Dead End's head actually made the Porsche chuckle. //Innovative.//
//If it's stupid and it works...// Breakdown said as he crashed through the display windows of the Macy*s.
End
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Breakdown, Dead End, Prowl, Red Alert
Prompt: #65: Passing
Word Count: 279
Rating: G
Summary: Breakdown and Dead End got stuck in a chase through a mall parking lot with Prowl and Red Alert on their tails. They break out of it Stunticon-style.
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//I expect our brothers are already dead.// The Porsche's tires squealed as he rounded the corner of parked cars and zoomed up the next lane. //And when Prowl and Red Alert choose to stop toying with us, we'll join them.//
//We'll be all right if we can just get back on the expressway,// Breakdown responded, bare inches behind Dead End. They were almost at the end of this row, and Prowl was right behind them, and there were humans ducking hastily out of the way amid their cars, and they knew what he was-
Calm. He had to be calm if they were going to get out of this alive. //Left up here.//
//Of course I'm going to go left.// Dead End replied as he threw himself into another squealing turn. //However, I don't see how we can get out of this parking lot and back onto the highway without at least one of us being wounded by one of the Autobots.//
He paused, and Breakdown knew exactly what he was going to say. He gunned his accelerator, instead, forcing Dead End to speed up the extra few miles-per-hour he was still capable of. He didn't need Dead End getting him down right now. He needed something else. Something... different.
Wildrider, he thought miserably, wouldn't be stuck in this situation. Wildrider would do something crazy and stupid that would probably get him out of-
If he'd been in robot-mode, Breakdown's grin would have scared even Wildrider. //You want out of this parking lot? Okay.//
The route he dropped into Dead End's head actually made the Porsche chuckle. //Innovative.//
//If it's stupid and it works...// Breakdown said as he crashed through the display windows of the Macy*s.
End