The Victim and the Transformer [TFP FF]

12 - Recovery or Injury?

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Razor was still in bed, resting from herself nearly killing her, and Ratchet kept a close optic on her. As the qualified weeks came by and passed, the teen was up into her feet again and made sure that she wouldn't push herself too far after what happened the few weeks.

The grumpy old medic gave her one final body scan before nodding in comfirmation and shooed her away, turning back to the monitors while patching up JetFire who got himself injured from the patrol earlier.

Prowl came and fetched his charge as Razor begin to sniff the air before growling lowly. "What is wrong, Razor?" The officer asked watching her with steel blue optics. "I thought I smell a decepticon scent." She replied as her wings folded themselved into a blanket like figure around her small figure.

"Actually, we have a decepticon prisoner already."

She snapped her soft gaze into her guardian, "When?"

"Last week. He was a fighter and I bet when he sees you, you might want get the frag out of his reach."

She nodded simply before both headed their way towards the communication rooms and settled themselves at the open monitors to see any signs of decepticon activity.

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I yawned before watching the data pads flickered in response and a loud static was heard from the speakers, causing me and a few other soldiers covered our ears in response trying to die out the horrible sound.

"TURN THAT FUCKING SOUND DOWN!!!!!" I yelled as Ratchet quickly typed a few codes before the static died down and I growled while rubbing my dragon ears in protest.

Yells and compliments of bad stuff were heard from the end of the hallway as my ears picked up the slightest sound and turned to see Paul trying to wiggle out of WheelJack's tight hold from the back of his hood.

"I'm gonna kill you! You heard me! Put me the fuck down!"

I gave out a low growl allowing him to pause from his argument before looking at me with a smug look and before he could opened his mouth, I slapped his face with my clawed hand.

His head went to the left side as the three long claw marks still remained on his face with a gentle flow of his own red blood and turned to me with anger lingering in his dimmed grey eyes.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

I ignored him and turned my attention to the scientist, "What did he do this time?" WheelJack looked down at me before handing over a small piece of folded paper and said, "This buster is trying to send out the base's coordinates towards our enemy lines. I manage to get a copy of the address on where his company lays."

Curious, I opened the paper and found the main address before turning to the snarling preteen. "Not so much of a spy, ain't ya? No wonder your company send you here without me noticing that your bringing suspiscion around here." I spat earning a yowl from the opposing spy.

Prowl stood over behind me and glared at the yowling spy, "What does the address say?"

"100th lane, Lot 24, Phase 3, Blue Orchid Street. That is the main address and the building is somewhere near the factories."

Prowl nodded in submission before turning towards the computer and typed down the main address. After a few moments, the computer made a bleeped sound before we all turned to see where the company of this spy came from and found it was middle of the Sahara Dessert, completely invisible from unwanted eyes.

That's when I take a closer inspection of it and found the building's blindspot.

There. I thought watching the invisible gates opened slowly and let numerous black cars entered the castle-like building before shutting behind the last vehicle.