Transformers Rescue Bots - The Future

104: Questionable Call - S

The recruits caused a mild disaster.
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"Heatwave." High Tide entered his office like it was nothing.

The celebration was over, school was out for the year and all schoolwork for that time was finally complete. Sigma 17 was pretty much just hanging around Heatwave's office just chatting like old times and were enjoying peace and quiet.

"I told you I would be back later." Heatwave says, questioning his presence.

"Your recruits sent me an alarming voicemail today." High Tide says, not really sounding too impressed at the moment.

"And?" Heatwave says, not really interested.

High Tide held out his phone, letting the voicemail play aloud for itself.

"But do we really need to call High Tide?" It was Hot Shot's Voice, sounding like he had a very terrible idea up his sleeve.

"The world might get destroyed by this and you don't want to call him for reinforcements?!" Whirl questions, wondering why the bot could even consider that.

"Don't you remember the stuff he said and did?" Hot Shot says, as if he was trying to recall all the terrible things within his mind.

"Yeah, but-"

"He wouldn't listen to us! Besides, he's like 40 and probably would break his back."

"True." Whirl says, somewhat agreeing to what she has heard. "About the listing part, not the old part but I think everyone would agree to break his back for him."

There is a moment of silence on the call, until it continues once again.

"Wait, who's on the phone?" Hot Shot questions, probably noticing the phone on.

"Uh." Whirl seemed hesitant, worried almost. "I thought I turned that off."

"You called him?!" Hot Shot sounded terrified, probably thinking his life is officially over.

"It's his voicemail." Whirl assures. "Besides, I bet he won't even hear it until after we graduate."

"What?" Hot Shot sounded as if he didn't fully comprehend what he had just heard.

"It's fine, I'll stop the voicemail now because he isn't going to help us and he can't attack five of us for it." Whirl says as the voicemail ends.

After it ends Heatwave just laughs, not having a single care for it.

"High Tide, they graduated so they are no longer my problem." Heatwave says. "Unless you want to challenge me on that."

"You should!" Chase seemed really happy with that idea. "Beat you up like he does in Cube."

"Have you all been drinking?"

"Yes, and I will still take you if you want." Heatwave says, taking a cube of high grade energon and drinking it.

"Listen, we have been through a wild year and so we decided to have a detoxing time." Blades says. "We deserve it after all."

"I'm sober, just being unhinged because I want to." Boulder says, pointing out that at least someone is keeping them all on track. "And I think everyone here is trying to tell you that we do not care about the voicemail and to ask us tomorrow when we have chilled out.

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Heatwave says, clearly not walking straight at all. "So, are you here to take me back?"

"Depends, how many have you had?"

Heatwave pauses, as if he was trying to calculate the amount that he has consumed.

"2, 14, 39......" Heatwave paused, then continued. "47, I have had 20."

"Ok, I think we should head out." High Tide slowly pushes Heatwave to get the bot to leave. "Wave bye."

"go get him!" Chase was definitely thinking he would go beat up the bot, maybe he too had enough to drink.

Either way, graduation had come and the time had come again for the future to behold itself.