Chapter 5

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Systhem slept peacefully, in one of his rare empty and silent dreams, as dawn lit up the dump.
Aund was the first to wake up, incredible but true, he obviously greeted a new day by firing shots in the air with his favorite gun, earning everyone's screams, he should not do it since they already could not even scream as a rule, a rule that no one followed, so shooting was the loudest and most suspicious thing he could do.
Since he didn't stop, they were all forced to get up and jump on him to stop him.
Time to drink some energon and start getting ready to go into town to get supplies.
This time on the mission would be systhem, Keith, bumblebee and crosshairs, as always systhem participated in all given its unique transformation.
Systhem had taken his black hoodie that covered his metal arms. it wasn't the best but it was enough to hide them.
To his left optics he could only put bandages or a piece of cloth.
He hoped it didn't light up too much like last time, causing him to be caught at the last minute.
He was ready, he only took what was necessary to be able to get away with it in case they got caught.
He got out to walk over to bumblebee who had already transformed into a Camaro.
He went inside and sat in the front seats, he didn't like being in the back, he wanted to be able to see where he was going every time.
He settled down well before Keith took the seat next to him.
Systhem Puff, he hoped he was alone.
"Can I stand next to you without being threatened with death?" Keith said who knew him well enough to know he would.
"if you just try to touch me I'll show you the first side of cybertron" was the threat of systhem, moving as far as possible to avoid physical contact.
Keith made the classic "here you go" grimace.
Systhem stopped talking further, turned on the radio and set it to a catchy song, then got into a comfortable position and sent crosshairs to fuck who was turning the windshield wipers to make fun of him.
Throughout the journey he did nothing but look out the window.
They arrived at noon and they all set to work.
Keith and systhem split up to find some more loot.
System targeted a small market.
He adjusts his sweatshirt and straightens his hair so as not to let it be noticed.
He put on the hood and entered the market.
It was small and sold very little.
Systhem took what it had to take while repeating Keith's phrases "take what you need and nothing else" "take and then run" and more.
Was a few people around him suspicious, or thought he was a thief or had guessed his identity.
Systhem checked the loot again and grabbed a bottle of shampoo, then headed to the checkout.
She put the shampoo on the till and took some money to pay.
As he pretended to count the change, the cashier was eyeing him fearfully and suspiciously.
Even the people in line were doing the same.
They had seen the boy take more than just shampoo.
The cashier was about to put his hand under the till to press the alarm button.
But systhem notices it and slams his hand so hard that the whole case vibrates.
The cashier looks at him fearfully and then he talks to him.
"I can take what I'm paying for without any problems, sir."
His voice exuded menace and anger, at that moment the cashier understood who he was dealing with and made him leave without saying anything, with customers in line trying to do something significant to not find that being nearby.
Systhem could leave with his loot, while whistling heedless of his surroundings.
At that moment he felt as if observed, it was not a new sensation, he was used to being observed, but he recognized that feeling.
It was a feeling as if someone was studying you from afar, as if you were a restricted experiment and he was constantly observed.
If he left, there was only one person who could have given him that feeling, and he didn't want to meet him, he didn't want to suffer another of those stupid scenes.
He took the first alley he find, not before giving a nice middle finger to the sky for the person who was watching him. 

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