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"Found it," Jack announced from where he and Pan sat on the human couch, "Old road rage didn't waste any time posting your mug shots," he commented.
"Raf will scrub this as soon as he's back-" Jack was interrupted by Pan who held her hands out for the laptop.
Jack frowned in confusion, but handed over the device. The image of Smokescreen and Bumblebee's bi-pedal forms, caught on camera, filled the screen.
Pan didn't have to ask Raf through their link on how to scrub the picture from the internet, her veins in her hands immediately glowed violet as her eyes glowed magenta for a second.
No one in the base had noticed the change in the girl. The only ones who knew what Panacea had done, were the ones who were linked to her.
"Is this what you learned while serving Alpha Trion?!" Ratchet snapped at Smokescreen, "I highly doubt that he would have condoned such irresponsible behavior!"
"No, I wouldn't," Alpha Trion muttered almost making Pan jump in surprise.
Arcee stepped forward next, a dark frown on her derma, "Blowing your cover is not okay."
"Sorry, guys," Smokescreen looked at his peds, "I know I really messed up."
"While Ratchet and Arcee are correct, I believe that we are all equally responsible for this incident," Optimus finally stepped in.
"Us?" Arcee asked, her optics wide with disbelief.
