Solar Ice (Transformers Fanfiction)

7. Proper Thanks

SNOWBLAST POV

"So there was someone up there..."

I huddled on my platform overlooking the adults as they all stood in a circle, discussing the information I'd shared earlier in the morning. I wished I had more to give them, a better description of the person, but even as I sat here, repeating the memory in my processor, all I had was someone in a dark hoodie and being somewhat tall.

"If there's only one, then that rules out Evan and Miles..." Chase grumbled, "...Unfortunately."

Heatwave crossed his arms, "You wanted them to have escaped prison again, Chase?"

"I wanted for it to be someone we've encountered before. I'd rather know who it is and what we're dealing with than for yet another human to hate us and put us and our children at risk, with us having no idea how to combat them."

"He's right." Da murmured as he stroked his chin, "...I'd like for it to be someone familiar too... I've been so stressed lately and I don't want anything adding onto that."

"Is there anyone else who might be responsible that we've encountered at least once before?"

"Someone who'd have beef with us." Blurr reminded, "There's tons of people here on the island that Chase has arrested for simple things that still like us."

"Do they though?" Quickshadow asked, "Who's to say that any of them aren't just kind to us to avoid getting in trouble with Chief Burns?"

"But to bust out the Squilsh? Who on Griffin Rock would go that far?"

"Huxley let it out once."

"That was to make us have more emergencies so he could film us." Heatwave rubbed his optics with a sigh, "This mystery is getting on my nerves already..."

"What about that guy you kicked off the island, Dad?" Jack asked from his place on the couch, "Before Jolt and I were born. He tried to bust up Kade's wedding or something...?"

"Haley's creeper from High School?" Chase looked thoughtful, "Perhaps... But we haven't seen or heard from him since then. I'll put him on the suspect list, but he'll be low."

"Well, we've got one lead..."

We all looked down as Chief Burns walked up to the group, "...Doc's figured out what was taken while we were running around in a panic."

"Please don't tell me it's a bomb or a weather machine...!" Heatwave grumbled.

"Neither. Doc was working on new size-shifting technology, in the form of more portable discs that we could carry around in case of emergencies."

"What would we need a size-shifter for?" Blurr asked.

"Well, suppose a car gets stuck under the bridge again. We could shrink it just a little so that it'll fit through. It doesn't drastically shift the size of someone or something, not unless you set it to do so."

"Does it shrink whatever's inside the object too?" I questioned, "I mean, if you shrink the truck and the stuff in the truck doesn't shrink, you'd be crushing it."

"I didn't get quite that far into the details with him. But they were on the table prior to the Squilsh Incident, and now one of them is gone."

"So someone would've had to have been releasing the Squilsh while we were outside, and then another taking the disc while we were occupied. We're both onto two suspects now, so Evan and Miles are still a possibility."