TF-verse. The overlook on Nellis AF base. Council of war.

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Optimus sat beneath the tree on the overlook and stared down past the feild below it, his optics seeking toward Mission City as his CPU went over the information he'd just been sent.

Elita stirs slightly from where she's sitting next to him leaning against his leg, and he looks down, one hand going around her tenderly as he thinks how much better she's looking with Ratchet's repairs and upgrades.

Speak of the devil....

Ratchet wanders over and lowers himself to the ground with a sigh, then belts Ironhide in the leg as that worthy mech slaps him in the head in passing.

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"And if you have kids don't make yourself a Lord," Arcee grumbled.

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"Stick an actuator in it, pinky." The little flier scowls at Arcee, looking highly offended.

Then she turns her scowl to Jazz. "Of course I didn't remember the plate number. I was too busy trying to get Bugout away from the cars. But Lord Frenzy got the information he needed."

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"Oh? So the cop moonlights as a cabby?"

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Arcee withheld her retort, knowing she'd done enough to compromise the negotiations, though she was scowling a bit as she did so.

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"The cabby is the cop's creator."

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"I see." He looks again at the fragile little creatures. "Frenzy, we could have helped you. We can still do that. Fix the kids and make them stronger."

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"And help you find a better shelter for your family than these slag pipes," Arcee added.