Smokescreen awoke to find a frowning Hoist standing above him.
"Wha-What happened?" The race car asked the medic.
"Apparently, you got drunk and got into a fight at that party last night. Now you're suffering short-term amnesia," the medic replied with frost in his tone.
Oh, right. The party. Smokescreen remembered now. He had won a huge gamble. Suddenly a bad thought struck him. Oh, slag! Where's all those credits I won? The DE ran his hands through his subspace pocket, only to find it empty.
"Scrap," was all he could say.
"What?" his companion asked. "Is something wrong, ole' chap?"
"Pit, yeah! Someone stole my credits that I won last night!" Smokescreen snarled.
"Well, I'm no Sherlock Holmes, but why not think who might have stolen it?" Hoist queried.
"Right," the red mech responded. Let's see. Jazz, Brawn, Sideswipe, Air Raid, Bluestreak, Mirage, and Blades attended. Brawn, I trust, while Blue is too kind. That leaves Raider, Jazz, Sides, Mirage, and Blades.
"Thanks a lot, Hoist. I owe ya one," Smokescreen told the medic, and left.
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Smokescreen waltzed into Prowl's office without knocking, only to be surprised by Silverbolt sitting at the SIC's desk.
"Yes, Smokescreen? What is it? I hope you haven't gotten into any financial trouble," the gray airliner asked.
"Where's Prowl? I need his help," Smokescreen retorted.
"Prowl's out on patrol with Streetwise," Silverbolt calmly replied. It was hard for Smokescreen to read his expression.
"Slag, our two policemen are working," the red bot muttered. He then spoke up. "Someone stole my credits. And yes, I have thought of the suspects."
"I'm sorry, but Prowl told me not to help you," Silverbolt replied.
"Fine," Smokescreen grumbled, and proceeded to leave. On his way out, however, the Aerialbot leader stopped him.
"Before you go, Smokescreen, some advice. Next time, knock."
The car stormed out.