Transformers (AoE)

time to go

After the mess of what happened yesterday, you and drift decided maybe it was time to get out of atlanta. However there was just one problem, neither of you had any idea where you needed to go. Drift hadn't recieved any signals from any of the remaining autobots in hiding and you didn't get any information from the satellite hack because you were stopped before you could access anything. You were in a bind but had one idea that may work. It was just a matter of convincing drift you could do it.

"No...its too dangerous, cemetery wind already knows you're in the city somewhere, they're still looking for you, if they find out you're trying to hack their satellite again, it won't take them any time at all to find you" he declares, sharpening his sword with a chunk of metal he found lying around.

"Oh cmon, it's the only way we have any chance of finding the other autobots, we can't just drive around hoping to accidentally bump into one...that could take forever" you argue, desperately trying to sway him over. He looks at you skepticaly, still unconvinced. You let out a groan, "Look, I know I can do it this time, once I get the info we need I'll get out straight away, we'll be gone before they even get there" you add, pushing your argument further. You weren't going to take no for an answer.

"No" was all he responded with. Turning away to show he was done arguing. You send a harsh glare to the back of his head, then smirked, "Well you can either help me out with this and guarantee we get away, or I can go by myself and risk getting caught" you say casually, your smirk widening as he stopped sharpening. "Either way, I'm going ahead with my plan, because I'm not asking for permission" you say turning to walk away. An exasperated sigh followed with the sound of gears shifting made you grin. You turned back around to see drift in his alt mode, his car door open and waiting for you. Letting out a small victory laugh, you strolled over and got in the drivers seat. "Where to?" He asked, clearly regretting his decision and began driving into the city.

"There's an Internet café near the city centre, busy, plenty of ways to blend in." I tell him, watching the buildings pass by. "Get me there, I get behind a computer, hack into the satellite, find any info on possible autobot sightings and then we're out of here by tonight, simple" you say, clearly avoiding the possible outcome of things going horribly wrong and getting captured by cemetery wind. "You won't have much time before they figure out your location, take these " he says, a small USB and an earpiece emerging from a slot in the control console. "Copy any information you gather, we'll look over it once we're clear and use this to keep in contact" he adds, taking a left onto a busy street. "Smart" you say, adjusting the earpiece to fit nicely in your ear. "It'll be easier to just grab the info and go, I'll probably have to steal a laptop if we want to check it later though" you pondered, already coming up with a plan. "Indeed" he agreed. We drove for a few more minutes until he spoke up again, "we're here, I'll be parked across the street to keep an eye on things, if I sense any kind of danger, you're to leave immediately understand?" He says, waiting for your response. "Yep" you answer popping the 'p' at the end. You go to open the door but it locks before you can do so, "you'll leave immediately" he says again this time with more authority. "I promise" you respond, giving him a soft smile to show you mean it. The doors unlock once more and you exit the vehicle.

A small bell rang out as I entered the cafe, the odd person looking up to investgate the sudden disruption. I looked around for an empty computer. The cafe wasn't anything fancy, a counter with different pastries lining the glass cabinets, a few people waiting to be served and some barista's sporting fake smiles as they took peoples orders. Most of the seats were taken up, mostly by men and women in suits with their laptops typing profusely as they try to get some work done over their lunch break. The odd couple sharing deserts, staring googly eyed at each other like there was noone else in the room. A long table stretched across the back wall, computers situated on top, most of which were occupied. Luckily there were a few free.