A Cold Flame

We Played Our Parts Good, Sorta

Cryogenic

The Autobot city was more lit up and felt more comfortable than any of the Decepticon cities. Guncraze had connections in most cities, even in Autobot cities, so expenses for shelter for Pyrogenic and I were payed off. Thing was he gave us eons to this, at the most four because gaining trust and getting to the right Autobot would take some time.

Of course, once we got there, the only thing on our processors was vacation. Our Decepticon symbols were covered with a removable piece of metal that didn't look too suspicious. Pyrogenic and I were walking around, admiring the lights and talking to civilians. Honestly, I didn't feel too opted to say anything the Autobots had was disgusting just because I was a Decepticon.

It was actually pretty there, and nighttime was even better. Pyrogenic snapped me out of my thoughts when she nudged my arm and pointed to a bar, and we instantly had the same idea. "Maybe one or two is in there. Having a drink." I say, nodding and heading in. It was even darker in there, dark lights and loud music.

There was even a dance floor with bots dancing to the music on it. It seemed more like a small club than a bar. We sit at a booth, Pyrogenic waving a waiter over and we ordered some high grade energon. Looking around, it took us hours to find something to pick up on before Pyrogenic pointed at two mechs sitting in one booth.

Both had Autobot symbols on them, laughing and drinking together. "Think they're good enough?" She asked. "Looks like we'll find out." I say, standing up after getting our drinks a minute after the waiter gave us the glasses and started walking. Pyrogenic was beside me, "We need to get them away from each other. Take the black and white one?"

"And you take the flame design mech." I nod. Once we got over there, the two mechs looked over at us. "Can we help you?" The black and white one asked. "Yes, we were actually looking for some company." Pyrogenic said. The flame designed mech smiled and moved over, "No problem!" He said. Pyrogenic sat down beside him.

I sat down by the black and white mech. "So, I think we should introduce ourselves. Call me Cryo." I say first. "Call me Pyro." Pyrogenic said. "Cryo and Pyro. Neat names." The black and white one said. "Yea, we're twins!" Pyrogenic said. "Twins huh?" The flame designed mech looked at the black and white one with a look in his optics, much like they just accomplished something.

"I'm Whiplash, he's Heatstroke." The black and white one, Whiplash, said. "I like those names too." I say. Pyrogenic did her work fast as we all talked, and soon she got Heatstroke out of the booth and onto the dance floor. I move into the booth seat in front of Whiplash, "My sister has always been the one to party." I comment, guessing my statement was right. She did seem like a rave kind of femme.

"Same with Heatstroke. He always is complaining about not enough parties back at base." Whiplash chuckled, peaking my interest. "Base? Oh! Your an Autobot fighter! Never took someone so polite to be a fighter." I comment. Truthfully, beside Heatstroke, Whiplash was calm and collected. "I get that a lot." He laughed.

I laughed with him before asking another question. "So, what brings you here?" I ask. "Oh, we were assigned here to watch the activity of crime and a possibility of Decepticon spies or something." He shrugged, sipping at his energon. I nod, though inside I felt uneasy. They were already on the lookout for Decepticons, this might put them on edge.