Nexus; Arcee's apartment. Bearing the weight of bad news.

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((The SP-X Nexus thread may go another tag or two. Starting this here as the inevitable in the meantime.))


Seeking shelter from all the noise and hustle of the Nexus, Prowl finally finds his way to what he believes is the entrance to Arcee's apartment. Taking the key Ratchet gave him from a hidden compartment, he crouches on the ramp in front of the garage-style door for a moment, wondering if there's anyone home or not and if he'll be intruding. Still...he's not ready to return to Detroit. His thoughts are jumbled and the noise closer to the sign is making it harder for him to regain his composure. Keeping his wounded right hand closer to his chassis, Prowl uses the key to get the door unlocked before opening it, putting the key away after. He slips inside without even raising the door all the way, silent as a shadow before pulling the door shut after.

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"You have the key?" She takes it and turns it over gently, then takes out a pain relief over ride and applies it.

Finally, she manages to push away thoughts and worries of Ratchet and applies her mind to Eleven. "Are the other two still there?"

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"Your key? Yes. I will return it if you wish to have it back." The corner of his mouth twitches as she examines his hand, but as the override does its job, he relaxes a bit. "As for the two prototypes, they may still be there. I can't really be sure, seeing as how I finally fled the area before they could goad me into a second attempt to breach the anti-violence field. One of them, the male, is called 'Seven.' I did not catch a designation for the female."