Chapter 7: Parting curtains
Again, Sunstreaker found himself with one Autobot beside him as they searched for others. It was strange, but somehow Sunstreaker wasn't surprised. He felt like he should be learning from his past mistakes though, and leaving Ratchet behind was just like leaving Sideswipe or Jazz. Something just wasn't right about.
"Ratchet's going to be fine, Sunstreaker," assured Prowl after the third time Sunstreaker glanced back. "I'm surprised you're worried."
"I left Sideswipe just like this and Jazz not soon after. If this is what happened to Sides, I'm a little worried about Jazz and now Ratchet," Sunstreaker explained.
"Don't worry. We'll fine the power and put an end to this trouble. Here."
Prowl stopped in front of one of the doors, shining his headlights over it. A small warning sign of the dangerous voltages within was on the top of the door. Prowl opened the door, revealing the inner works of the electrical system. Sunstreaker, before entering, glanced around the hall. He caught sight of Red Alert's office door, which was open slightly. Ignoring it, Sunstreaker entered the room behind Prowl.
"Prowl!" called Sunstreaker. "Where'd you go?"
"I'm over here!"
Sunny followed the strategist's voice, finding him at one of the junctions in the back of the room. Prowl was kneeled over of the power lines, looking perplexed about something. Sunstreaker kneeled beside him, glancing at him for the explanation he knew was coming. Prowl looked to Sunny, giving his always stern expression.
"Look here," Prowl instructed, pointing at the line.
"What am I looking at?" whispered Sunny. From Sunny's point of view, the power line looked completely normal. Looking closer, he caught sight of a small crack on the line where sparks sputtered. "The lines…cut?"
"This wasn't done by the storm," mumbled Prowl, standing up. "Someone cut the power."
"Who would cut the power?" gasped Sunny. "Who even as access to this room?"
"Well…Red does but…" sputtered Prowl.
He was cut off by the sound of rapid fire. Sunstreaker jumped to his feet, looking to the door. The two exchanged glances, hesitant. Once the gun fire began again, they were out the door as quickly as they could. They barreled down the hall and soon arrived back at where they'd left Ratchet. The medic was situated at the door. His head was leaking Energon slowly. His gun was in his hand, smoking from the recent gunfire.
"Ratchet," Prowl called, standing beside him.
"I saw him! That crazed bot," snarled Ratchet, turning to Prowl and Sunstreaker. "Got him in the side though. One lucky shot."
"Which way did he go?" Sunstreaker asked, glancing around.
"Down the hall. It's a one way hall though," Ratchet instructed. "Waiting for him to backtrack."
"Got any sight of him yet? Know who he is?" gulped Sunstreaker.
"Not a clue," Ratchet sighed. "Quick little bugger."
"I hear footsteps," Prowl whispered, pulling Sunstreaker and Ratchet back.
Sunstreaker gulped, pulling back behind Prowl. It was something like the climax of a story. Or at least the part of the story when the hero meets and face the villain for the first time. The suspension was drastic and the toughest strain on his spark. Prowl had slipped out his gun, taking aim at the shadows. Sunstreaker slowly did the same.
The shadows unfolded around the approaching figure. Sunstreaker perked, lowering his gun. It couldn't be. It was impossible, and yet, something about it seemed strange. Prowl and Ratchet refused to lower their weapons. Sunstreaker stepped past them, completely confused.
"Red?"
A/N
A real short chapter because I couldn't get it just the way I wanted after this point. So…What's up with Red Alert?
