I Have No Excuse

Untitled Part 40

Blaster and I came in that morning to mers howling and people arguing. We didn't waste any time. All thoughts of what we found out and were planning to share were cast aside. It was chaos that we walked in on. It was difficult to make out who was saying what over all of the shouting, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was Prowl. Ratchet was arguing with some guy who looked far too official for my liking. Blur and Arcee were arguing and practically fighting with some crew is protective gear. Shoving and screaming. Aid was pleading with one of them. Prowl was screeching and thrashing in a reinforced net that was stalled in its job to drag him up thanks to Arcee and Blur. The other mers in the tank were fighting with the net as well, claw and fang.

"You can't do this! This is a private facility for mers! Tell them, Ratch!"

"You're stressing them all out! C- can't we talk about this?!"

"You have no right to just come in here and do this!"

"You think you can just come in here and do whatever you want?! We don't want any of your damn money! What do you think this is?! I don't care how much you're offering!"

I didn't bother tracking what Blaster did or where he went. I was just focused on getting to Prowl. He was shrieking. He was panicked. He was in danger. He needed me. I rushed to get to the accursed machine only to be blocked off. I was sure I was going to get into some serious trouble for this, but then again my parents didn't know of my snooping and would cover my tracks for me should this get even close to getting out. After all what were my parents going to to if the families perfect reputation turned out to be not so perfect? My fist slamming into his face fullforce got him to shut up. He hit the floor hard and by the sound he made he wasn't going to get up for a while.

The sight of blood seeping into the water got my attention. It wasn't much, but the fact that Prowl had cut himself on the net just fueled my temper. It seemed I wasn't the only one either as his fan club started pulling and howling that much harder. The machine creaked and tipped slightly off it's balance at the display of raw power. One jump over the guy I had downed and I slammed my hand on the release. The net dropped and the machine fell back on its base with a loud clang and a deafening echo that easily filled the large room. Prowl struggled free before jetting into the safety that the large nest provided. He was quickly followed.

It was deathly silent. Just the sound of water hitting the rims of the tank. My own breathing seemed loud. Far too loud. I didn't dare take my gaze away from where Prowl had gone.

"Get out. Now. If you dare to show your faces here again I'll make sure each and every one of you will regret it."

I was thankful for Ratchet breaking the silence. Thankful that he was ending this. I looked back at the sight of what had once been nothing but chaos. At Ratchet staring the man down without so much as a hint of weakness.

"I assure you that you are making a huge mistake."

"Don't think that I won't make this a problem for you."

"One of Your sponsors-"

"We could just as easily call the police."

That got him to shut up. I felt a strong sense of pride at the sight of the guy I had punched with blood running down his face and a harsh glare coming my way.

"Fine. This isn't even close to over."

Then he turned and stormed out. His little gang following at a safe distance.

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Getting Prowl out of the tank and into the medbay had proven to be a bit of a challenge. The Accuratius mers were far more aggressive than usual. Despite our efforts in getting rid of the ones who had hurt him we were still viewed to be a threat. Prowl threw a fit when we took him out. He clung to Blaster since he was closest and it took pretty much everyone present to pry him off. I was the next target when Blaster was out of range. I used that to my advantage to help pull him up onto the stretcher. His whines were heartbreaking when I tried to pry him off me so I just walked alongside. He was half on and half clinging to me the whole way, but it was the best we were going to get. I didn't doubt he'd push himself off if I did pull away. I really didn't want to half to sedate him, but I was starting to wonder if that would be a better option with how stressful things had been.

Thankfully the cut was minor, but if he had been grooming himself it wouldn't have happened. The skin that was exposed and supposed to be covered by scales had taken the damage. Several scratches and one jagged cut along his lower back. Add that to the fact that one of his wing fins seemed to have taken some damage with how stiff he was holding it. Ratchet had stated that nothing was broken after looking it over, but we were to watch to make sure it healed or at least make sure it didn't get worse.