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Nexus. Blue's bar. Doing the books
Arcee gave the data pad with the recipe on it to her boss, then turned and walked back to her corner booth. Blue watched her go, but had learned by now not to say anything to the pink femme unless she wanted something from her.
Arcee settled onto the seat, her processor working as she sorted through the books and data chips and read the orders concerning each. There was the leather covered book from the guy who wanted everything written out in red ink, and Arcee decided to work on that one first because the client had never heard of organization or spelling and it was the hardest.
Organization. She frowned and took the cover off the big red pen, then absently stuck it into her mouth and chewed on it. I wish my processor were organized. Half the things I've done since I came here make no sense... and half the things I thought I remembered doing don't seem to exist. I remember that I was supposed to have run into an Allspark and had my memories restored... but I can't actually remember the meeting... or any of the memories that I was supposed to have regained. I remember being sure that I'd been fired in favor of younger mechs coming into the company... but I also remember quitting. And I think I remember....
Her frown deepened as she absently picked sense out of the nonsense on the vellum pages in front of her, trying to do the same with her mind. I sabotaged the company at least twice... what the slagging.... I was stealing data! And... I don't remember anything about that traffic accident I've been telling people about. It happened... but I wasn't in it. But the spark failure was real... You can't dupe medics... especially not Ratchet.
The pen fell still as she stared blankly at the book on the table. I've been lying right and left... and believing what I said. What the pit is going on...?
"Arcee, it's time for a little update," said a male voice.
The pink and white femme looked up with a scowl that deepened as she saw a mech that she didn't recognize looking down at her expectantly. "What?"
He frowned, and then enunciated carefully, "I said, 'Arcee, it's time for a little update'."
"I heard what you said," she growled. "And I have no slagging idea what you're talking about."
The stranger blinked, but then gave her a smile that was meant to be charming. "I must have the wrong Arcee. I'm so sorry. Please excuse me."
She watched him go, absently capping the pen so that it wouldn't make blotches.
"What did he want this time?" asked Blue, coming over with a little cube of flavored energon.
Arcee blinked and looked up at her boss. "This time? I've never met that guy before in my life."
Blue paused in the act of setting the cube down. "He's come to talk to you every other Sunday since you started staying at the safe house. Slag, excuse me. You two! Take it outside! Now!"
'He's come to talk to you every other Sunday since you started staying at the safe house', Arcee repeats to herself as the bartender strides over to personally end an altercation between a drunken Autobot and Decepticon. What the slagging...?
Arcee settled onto the seat, her processor working as she sorted through the books and data chips and read the orders concerning each. There was the leather covered book from the guy who wanted everything written out in red ink, and Arcee decided to work on that one first because the client had never heard of organization or spelling and it was the hardest.
Organization. She frowned and took the cover off the big red pen, then absently stuck it into her mouth and chewed on it. I wish my processor were organized. Half the things I've done since I came here make no sense... and half the things I thought I remembered doing don't seem to exist. I remember that I was supposed to have run into an Allspark and had my memories restored... but I can't actually remember the meeting... or any of the memories that I was supposed to have regained. I remember being sure that I'd been fired in favor of younger mechs coming into the company... but I also remember quitting. And I think I remember....
Her frown deepened as she absently picked sense out of the nonsense on the vellum pages in front of her, trying to do the same with her mind. I sabotaged the company at least twice... what the slagging.... I was stealing data! And... I don't remember anything about that traffic accident I've been telling people about. It happened... but I wasn't in it. But the spark failure was real... You can't dupe medics... especially not Ratchet.
The pen fell still as she stared blankly at the book on the table. I've been lying right and left... and believing what I said. What the pit is going on...?
"Arcee, it's time for a little update," said a male voice.
The pink and white femme looked up with a scowl that deepened as she saw a mech that she didn't recognize looking down at her expectantly. "What?"
He frowned, and then enunciated carefully, "I said, 'Arcee, it's time for a little update'."
"I heard what you said," she growled. "And I have no slagging idea what you're talking about."
The stranger blinked, but then gave her a smile that was meant to be charming. "I must have the wrong Arcee. I'm so sorry. Please excuse me."
She watched him go, absently capping the pen so that it wouldn't make blotches.
"What did he want this time?" asked Blue, coming over with a little cube of flavored energon.
Arcee blinked and looked up at her boss. "This time? I've never met that guy before in my life."
Blue paused in the act of setting the cube down. "He's come to talk to you every other Sunday since you started staying at the safe house. Slag, excuse me. You two! Take it outside! Now!"
'He's come to talk to you every other Sunday since you started staying at the safe house', Arcee repeats to herself as the bartender strides over to personally end an altercation between a drunken Autobot and Decepticon. What the slagging...?