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To say that Dorothy was pissed was an understatement.
The woman was racing around the warehouse with her revolver in hand as she was frantically and very lividly searching for her sparkling. The warehouse was huge and a maze of catwalks and platforms, so there was a slightly chance that Ryder could have left the building already. Dorothy dreaded that thought, but that didn't stop her from searching. She was calling Toxin's name throughout the warehouse and still wished she had brought at least Ratbat with her to help with the mission. Then again, he was way too young for this kind of mission and she didn't want him to get hurt.
She really didn't think this through by bring her youngest with her, but she needed a powerful weapon to blast through the gates of the warehouse and didn't want to try stealing any of Ironhide's. The woman continued running around the warehouse and tried to think of what Ryder was trying to do with the Allspark fragment in the first place. The file said he was trying to make weapons, but that wasn't it. He wouldn't have needed to take Toxin for that. So why risk taking the kid? What did he need so badly from Toxin for the Allspark fragment?
The woman stopped walking for a moment and started to freak out even more than she was. She started sprinting and calling Toxin's name more frantically until she heard crying. A sparkling's cry. Dorothy froze and listened, realizing that it was coming from above her on another platform. She smirked with fury in her eyes and started climbing up to that platform. She was going to shot Ryder so many times that he was be unrecognizable by the time she was down with him.
Meanwhile, Ryder was in full out panic mode. He knew Dorothy was going to murder him and that was the scariest thing. He growled as he tried to keep the crying sparkling from squirming in his arms as he was trying to configure the Allspark fragment in the container beside him. The scientist could hear the woman coming and he could tell she was beyond pissed that this point. If he made it out of this alive, he would have to remind himself to never touch a woman's child ever again.
There was the sound of something flipping over the railing of the catwalk and there appeared a very livid carrier with the intentions of killing a man. Toxin looked over and started crying more, trying to make grabby hands at his carrier, but failed due to the fact that Ryder was holding his arms down and preventing him from moving. He just wanted to go home to his sire and siblings so he could play.
"Ryder, give me back my child now!" the woman screamed, growling almost with her revolver pointing straight at his head.
"Don't you want to hear my evil plans?" the man asked before almost getting shot in the head with a bullet skimming past his ear. The man looked back at her and chuckled a bit. "Okay then. You're pretty serious about that. Look, how about we just talk about this."
"Talk? Talk about what?" the woman questioned as she started walking over to him. "The fact that you're trying to murder one of my kids right now? Or the fact they you've tried to murder all of my kids and my current boyfriend at the moment? Because sure, we can talk about that."
"Really?" the man asked, a little surprised at that fact.
"Yeah, when you're dead and in a furnace being cremated." the woman answered back and continued making her way down the catwalk.
The scientist started to panic and looked down at the Allspark fragment next to him. He clicked a button and smirked, looking at a charge started to build inside the canister. The Allspark fragment started to glow and make electrical bolts against the glass walls. "Welp, I might as well take all three of us down if I'm going to die anyway."
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Detained
FanfictionAfter the failed attempt at obtaining the All Spark and the fall of Megatron, Barricade is having second thoughts on being part of Starscream's revenge plot. Unfortunately, insubordination does not end well for most Decepticons. Beaten, bleeding out...