Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers…
Warnings: Unbated. Also, anything and everything goes in this story, so be warned.
Pairing: Jazz/Prowl
Rating: M
Summary: Jazz is a less than stable criminal, and Prowl is an upstart enforcer determined to stop him. However, life, and Jazz's unusual quirks, has other plans for the young enforcer. Slash.
Author's Note: Well, since I finished 'Simple Collection of Poems', I've decided to write this for my own guilty pleasures. Hope it pleases you all as much as it does me!
Psycho
CH 1: Boredom
9-1-1 emergencies, this is the Iacon Enforcers Headquarters. What is the nature of your emergency?
Well, ya see mist'a offic'a, sir. I jus' so happen ta have a bomb strapped ta meh chassis an' am awfully bored all by meh lonesome here. Pe'haps yer mechs can remed'e dat.
Sir, please remain calm. Just give me your location and-
Ah, it's startin' ta click nice n' steady if ya know what ah mean. See ya lat'a…
Sir? Sir? Are you still there?
Nothing.
The enforcer at the message terminal turned a concerned look to his chief, hesitancy clear in his posture. "Orders, sir."
The older mech frowned deeply, hands tightening to fists. "It's him."
A chill of unease swept through the enforcer headquarters at that, knowing what that meant.
The chief put a hand to his helm, issuing the awaited command. "Get everyone available ready to depart immediately. We need to stop this psychopath before he offlines someone."
Yes, sir.
A series of explosions rocked the spiraling towers to their bases, causing them to sway dangerously above oncoming traffic and a terrified public below. Sirens filled the air as a flash of silver darted across the uppermost levels of the gleaming towers, darting down level by level with the grace unseen by enforcers for many vorns.
A smooth voice reached the enforcers gathered below, delight ringing rhythmically in that beautiful voice. "Gimme ya bes' shot, enforca's. Ya can't catch da Meista'." And in a flash he landed soundlessly upon the crowded street, gliding away as smoothly as organic silk with naught an ounce of effort.
Immediately the enforcers were in pursuit, tailing him as closely as they dare with an explosive strapped snuggly to his undercarriage, he laughing gleefully the entire way. With their options limited and their target obviously not of a sound processor, the enforcers hung back with uncertainty, weighting their alternatives.
"All 'round Iacon, enforcers chased da Meista'. Da Meisa' knew it was all 'n fun. Boom went Iacon." The bot sang, blasting his stereo at full volume, his entire chassis seeming to vibrate with the sheer power of it.
The bomb on his chassis ticked ominously, its rhythm becoming ever faster as the music forcefully shook its restraints. The silver bot crackled again, swerving this way and that across the intersections, just narrowly avoiding a head-on collision.
The enforcers called for back up. The roads were cleared.
It was not long until over thirty Iacon enforcers were closely following the self proclaimed Meister, their sirens wailing just over the silver mech's music and lights flashing endlessly along the finely paved streets. Overhead, three rotary bots circled, hovering dangerously close to the action with their cameras at the ready and commands for the silver bot to stop screaming from high-set speakerphones.
The silver bot dared a side wheelie for the watching cameras, shaking his side mirror tauntingly as he did so.
One enforcer attempted to close the gap, speeding up to pull beside the silver bot. However, just as he managed to line himself up for a side tackle that would finally take the bot down, the bot swerved hard to the right, putting himself front bumper to front bumper with the shocked enforcer. The enforcer staggered a bit in alarm.
The silver bot touched bumpers with the stunned enforcer for a brief moment before whispering. "Ah love a bot in uniform." At that, the enforcer fell back to settle uneasily behind his comrades, his plating vibrating in embarrassment.
Meister laughed, flashing the bomb on his undercarriage meaningfully. The ticking suddenly ceased, numbers beginning to shine forth.
"Been a blast seein' ya bright, shinin' faces-" He called back to the enforcers, beginning to pick up speed. "-but ah got a schedual ta keep. Keep it real."
The bomb dropped in an instant, the enforcers dove to the side to avoid the coming explosion, and the silver bot got away, laughing that musical laugh as he transformed to bi-pedal mode and disappeared into a drainage ditch not far from the freeway with a well-timed leap.
For some time there was nothing, no explosion or unsightly occurrence, and the enforcers finally moved forward to investigate. At the sight that greeted them, some of the enforcers howled in frustration, others stared on in morbid curiosity.
Flashing in bright letters across the number screen, a message.
Meister- 3: Enforcers- 0
Ah'm bored. Time ta up da ante.
At the ominously familiar sight, the chief enforcer looked to the bot to his right. "Stoplight, call Headquarters."
The bomb suddenly explodes as a curious young, rookie enforcer takes the liberty of picking it up to further examine the dud before he can be told otherwise, spraying all enforcers present with a foul smelling residue.
The chief is unamused as he wipes the substance from his face. "Get Praxus on the line."
"Yes, sir."
"Sir?" The young enforcer inquires softly, though his voice is as calculated and controlled as usual, gaining a slight raise of a brow ridge from his captain. "With all due respect, I don't believe I am suited for such a case. I've only just graduated from the academy and if this fugitive is as talented as rumor says than I do not believe I possess the experience needed to bring him to justice."
The captain shook his helm fondly, giving his subordinate an appraising look. "Prowl, despite your lack of field experience your work in criminal analyses and tactical planning is not to be over looked." A knowing smile graced the captain's expression, hidden just beneath his ever-cool exterior. "You are highly recommended."
Prowl looked surprised at that, at a loss for words, but the captain just raised his brow ridge further, amusement clear across his features.
Prowl finally managed to find his voice a moment later. "I thank you for this opportunity, sir. I will not discredit the praxian enforcers nor will I betray your trust. I will do my best."
A light chuckle from the captain, rare, but not unpleasant. "Of course, Prowl. Now head home and get some rest. You leave in thirteen joors."
The young enforcer looked unsettled by this. "But, sir. I could leave immediately and-"
The captain held up a hand for silence, and Prowl quickly obeyed. "While I understand your need to be punctual in such matters, I must warn you that the moment you report to the Iacon Enforcers Headquarters you will be immediately put to work." A pointed look to the young enforcer kept Prowl from interrupting. " And you have already pulled three shifts beforehand, despite medic's orders to maintain a two shift cycle."
Prowl's doorwings drooped slightly, optics apologetic. "Apologies, sir."
The Captain shook his helm. "Think nothing of it, Prowl. Now get some rest."
"Yes, sir." Prowl saluted, posture a bit too perfect in the captain's opinion, and promptly left to fulfill his captain's orders.
Once alone, the captain leaned back in his seat and gave a fond chuckle. "You still have so much to learn, but in truth-" His optics shuttered and he smiled, letting himself become lost in his work. "The enforcers need a bot like you."
From a high-risen ledge not so far from the Enforcer's Headquarters, white, piercing optics gazed down from behind a diamond-sharp visor with interest as a line of enforcers bearing the praxian symbol lined neatly before the front entrance, each giving a routine bow as the station's chief came to greet them. Pleasantries were exchanged and the enforcers all began filing into the building with practiced precision.
A single enforcer cast a curious look back to the city, his light blue optics casting a calculating glance along the finely kept streets and well maintained sky rises of Iacon, face so serious despite his obvious youth. With a frown, the young enforcer finally tore his optics from the city and entered the building, posture perfect and gaze forward.
Such a young enforcer he was, but with so much potential hidden just beneath.
"So those are da bots sent ta take meh out, hn." His visor flashed, a grin splitting cross his face, an expression unnaturally sinister in design. "This is gonna be fun."
He fingered the data files in his clawed hand, dark chuckle filling the void of his lair as he disappeared into the shadows.
"Really fun."
AN: I regret nothing! Should this be continued?
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