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randomplaces2007-11-13 05:04 pm
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Transformers-'verse, Nellis AFB, investigating
When she stepped off of the Cessna and walked out onto the flight line at Nellis AFB, Vanessa Raymond didn't know what to expect.
She'd dealt with the military before - as an aide to the Secretary of Defense, such dealings were an inevitability. However, when one threw giant alien robots into the mix, things got decidedly weird.
She wondered if her training in forensics was going to come in handy at all here. She was used to blood spatters and DNA samples, dead bodies and mysterious causes of death. All she had in this case was one human victim who had already been buried (cause of death? bullet wound from standard M-24 US army-issue sniper rifle), and a mechanical victim who... well, she hadn't exactly figured that out quite yet.
The plane's engines shift from idling to silence and it's only then that Vanessa heard the rumbling of another engine.
This was from a very large, very good-looking Peterbilt big-rig, with a custom paint job that was almost comical. She grabbed her luggage and strode purposefully over to it.
"Afternoon," she said, standing below its driver-side door with a grin. "Mr. Peters."
She'd dealt with the military before - as an aide to the Secretary of Defense, such dealings were an inevitability. However, when one threw giant alien robots into the mix, things got decidedly weird.
She wondered if her training in forensics was going to come in handy at all here. She was used to blood spatters and DNA samples, dead bodies and mysterious causes of death. All she had in this case was one human victim who had already been buried (cause of death? bullet wound from standard M-24 US army-issue sniper rifle), and a mechanical victim who... well, she hadn't exactly figured that out quite yet.
The plane's engines shift from idling to silence and it's only then that Vanessa heard the rumbling of another engine.
This was from a very large, very good-looking Peterbilt big-rig, with a custom paint job that was almost comical. She grabbed her luggage and strode purposefully over to it.
"Afternoon," she said, standing below its driver-side door with a grin. "Mr. Peters."
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It's not looking good.
She needs a break. Something that will link the assassins to this place. She has a gut feeling that the connection is there, but gut feelings don't hold up well in court.
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Then he turns his head slightly to watch Rap sneak in to kneel next to his mother and lay his head on her shoulder, those amazing green eyes on Vanessa's face.
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"Maybe you should go and rest," she says to her sparkmate quietly.
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"Hi," says Rap engagingly. "You here to fix things?"
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He glances at said mama as she chuckles and remembers about not talking too much, though he grins.
Ratchet sighs and creaks to his feet. "If we're done here I'll be in my bunk."
"With Aunty Dev?" Rap grins again.
Bee lowers her head and shakes it.
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