I've been losing momentum for a while, due to my workload, but will finish this story the best I can. I guess leaving it unattended too long in the hard drive have made it stale. Hope it has not gone to the point of inedible.
Disclaimer: Don't own any recognisable characters from TF or Durarara.
There is nothing more exhilarating as speeding down the expressway like you own it. Ikebukuro may not be Oregon, but the expressways skirting the city are just as challenging, even without the random Autodolt to be blasted off the road (or from the sky either). Here, on his turf, he is the King. And all else better know how to scram out of his way. Today is as usual. Blaring his horn, speeding down the expressway. Then, just a short distance in front, he saw the annoying flock of police motorcycles. This time, they seemed to be ganging up on a lone rider in black. Perhaps it was just boredom, or his general dislike for any Enforcer units, he decided to join the fray. Bowling over those annoying insects was pure satisfaction. Watching them scatter was even more amusing. He left them confused and panicking in the dust, watch them eat his exhaust fumes as he disappear from their view. All the while adorning a gleeful smile.
Finally, away from those police, Motormaster transformed, optics on his hitchhiking guest. Apparently, the rider in black that had taken the chance to hitch a ride and escape. For while, the two strangers were silent. Then, the rider in black took out a device, type some text on it, then showing screen to the Stunticon.
"Arigatou (thank you)", it read.
As both highway users part ways, the King of the road continued his patrol. Somehow, he seemed to felt his mood have improved.
Note:
Just hope the characterisation for both are still acceptable.