21
In which Medics discover cards aren't all fun and games
Ratchet grumpily stomped down to the Med-bay, cursing every one of those Pit-spawned glitches that went and got their processers so smashed up they became unable to tell their CPUs from their afts.
He decided to go and blow of some steam throwing darts at pictures of the twins- just like Prowl did when he got fragged of. Those pieces of half decent scrap metal could fix themselves for once!
Ratchet reached out to type in the access code to the Med-bay door- and heard a loud banging noise, followed by a pain filled yelp.
"Hm. Strange. I don't remember anyone being due for a check-up." He mused.
The ambulance typed in the code and the door slid open with a familiar swish that made Ratchet want to hit someone over the head with his favourite wrench.
He stepped inside and heard another clang and someone howling in pain.
Curious, he walked over to the 'Medical staff provision area', aka: 'the place where all those with medical degrees hung out and played cards'.
Catchy, eh?
Ratchet peeked round the door frame to see Hook say something that sounded very much like "Hit me", and watch Red Alert give him a strong backhand across the faceplates.
Ratchet frowned, puzzled and strode over to the two Medics.
"Hit me." Said Red Alert and Hook gave him a proper 'thwack' round the head, making the other Medic wince.
"Oh, hey Ratch'." Red Alert smiled. "We were just playing a game of 21." Hook explained.
"I see." Ratchet chuckled and wondered, as he saw Red Alert slap Hook, if he should tell the younger Medics that 'hit me' merely meant: pass me another card.
Nah, why spoil their fun?