Hmmmmm… I really should slow down on this, shouldn't I? Well, for those of you who want both Red alert and Inferno, sorry. They currently have me locked up in a tiny cage where I can only rail at them.

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The Arc sped off towards the tiny planet with the city called Remnacon on it. If the city was alive, it might have been smiling. At long last it was getting the attention it deserved, and once again, mech's were learning why you didn't mess with it.

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Prowl and Red Alert sat silently, light off. Five breems had ticked by slowly, and Prowl could tell that the acid was beginning to slow. Then, a thought occurred to him. "How often does this happen?"

"Every orn or so. We should get to the residential areas before it happens again however."

"Anything I should know about that?"

"Well… be careful of the robo rats. Very nasty guy's who will fight you for energon."

"A rat… that fights for energon?"

"Yep, I knew several bots who would train their own rats to do just that. They would bet on which rat would win."

"And did you participate?"

"…No…"An fragment of a memory rose up of the fights, and watching them, alone. Red Alert felt a deep sorrowing loss, and wished with his entire spark that Inferno was here to hold and comfort him. "By the way, any idea on when the rescue team will get here?" Red Alert asked, hoping to get his CPU off of memories.

Prowl was silent, and slowly admitted, "I'm not sure, it all depend on how much of a message they got, and how quickly they respond."

A sad silence hung over them. "We're doomed."

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Inferno's eyes swept across the room, and he easily made his way to Jazz. Both of them chattered inanely for a few moments, before Jazz asked softly, "Inferno, how much do you like Red Alert?"

"About as much as you like Prowl." Inferno replied, guarded.

Jazz laughed at that, and Inferno smiled himself. "The two illustrious commanders looked as though they thought the arc was doomed when they left, didn't they?"

"Well, we've taken rather good care of it so far."

Both fell silent, thinking about the various smashed camera's, the large pile of paperwork waiting to be done, and the general mess that Sideswipe had created. "We're so dead."

Both ignored the fact that Red Alert and Prowl could be dead at that very second.

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Red Alert padded through the tunnels, not paying any attention. He knew the way by heart, and thinking about Inferno was much nicer.

Inferno sat down next to Red Alert, laughing heartily. "Ah, Red, you should of seen it! The look on Sunny's face when Bumblebee admitted that he had changed out his paint cube with purple!"

Red Alert cocked an optic ridge at him, tapping a disk. "But I did see it. And I recorded Bumblebee switching it out too."

Inferno sat up, staring at Red Alert closely. "Just how much blackmail material do you have?"

"I have enough to make even Prime blush with shame." Red Alert began typing, ignoring Inferno's incredulous look.

"Prime. You got blackmail on Prime?"

"Singing in the washroom should suffice." Red Alert said with a strait face. "Just so you know, he has a very bad singing voice."

Inferno stared at him for a few moments, before settling in next to him, his touch lightly exploring. "Hmm… The wash rack's give me a good idea."

"Inferno! I'm work—" The furiously blushing Red Alert was silenced by a single kiss.

"Lock the door." Red Alert hissed. "I don't want anyone interrupting us."

Grinning, Inferno complied.

Prowl's voice interrupted Red Alert's thoughts. "Do you hear that?"

Red Alert heard nothing, and stated as much. Prowl was clearly frustrated as he said, "There's a slight clicking noise."

"Oh. Those are the bats I told you about."

Prowl said nothing, as they continued through the tunnels. Both were content to let the silence stretch, neither needing empty words or false idea's to keep them going. Both knew it was unlikely they would be rescued.

However, Red Alert felt his spirit's beginning to rise a little when he passed into the residential area. It immediately plummeted as they passed the bodies of deceased mechs, their energon long since drained into the dusty ground. Prowl said nothing, and Red Alert could almost hear Inferno's shocked whisper, "Boy, this is horrible. I'd like to get my hands on whatever 'con that did this!"

Red Alert shook his head, and listened. Rat's scurrying feet could be heard softly from the shadows, and Red Alert knew that energon must be around somewhere. Otherwise the rats would of long since abandoned the area. "Energon is nearby. There are still rats."

Together, they began searching, unaware of the pursuit that was close behind.

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Read it and weep people, because my mom is going to kick me off the computer for awhile unless I can sneak on. And be nice to the poor mechs. Even if they do have me tied up, I can still goggle.