25 Days of Christmas 3
Tenth: Ten watching cameras
Red optics narrowed dangerously as the sound of doors swooshing open sounded behind him. He hated being disturbed by anyone he hadn't specifically invited himself.
"Red Alert."
Not even the dark rumble of his leader's voice was welcomed in his monitor room.
"Prime," he grumbled stiffly as he glanced over his shoulder and the dark mech moving inside the poorly lit room. Optics were soon back on the many screens, following the warriors, monitoring, guarding and gathering all the private information he could.
"I have some questions I need answered," Optimus eventually said, his own optics tracing over the screen though not gathering as much from them as Red Alert was. The security officer knew no one could match his skills.
"You know the deal," came the curt response, the mech not shifting an inch on his chair. He knew how much Prime enjoyed to get his way with his orders, but the leader knew that Red Alert didn't play along on that game. He only traded information.
It took a moment but soon a cube of rich high grade was placed on his worktable. Red Alert studied it for a moment before deciding it was good enough. "What do you want?"
"The… happenings on the base. I need an explanation."
Red Alert immediately knew what Optimus was talking about. The unusual situations, the new 'traditions' that somehow had nudged their way into the everyday life on the soldiers. The security officer believed it had mostly happened out of pure boredom. There had been no attacks or new Decepticon prisoners to mess with recently.
Trained digits quickly travelled over his command station, bringing up certain images he remembered from the recent days, smaller things like mechs finding hidden stories or carrying around that new symbol.
"Who did it?"
It was a simple question that Red Alert hated he couldn't answer. "One of you soldiers. The mech knows the location of all the cameras, I haven't caught anyone in action," he huffed, displeased with the glance the Prime gave him. "My best bet is the new mech," he eventually said, pointing at the screen that showed a picture of this new 'Bot.
"He's Praxian. The new traditions are said to be from Praxian culture."
As Prime was thinking this over, red optics narrowing, Red Alert let his own optics glance back over the live feeds, always watching for anything Decepticon or… new?
His ever careful optics had almost missed the new appearance of something on the wall. Typing a bit, he studied as the screen zoomed in on the object dangling from a doorway. At first he had thought it was that Praxian symbol again, but it turned about to be a completely different shape and carry a vague green color. Red Alert didn't know what it was, but the sudden appearing of it frustrated him.
He had just turned his optic away for a click. How could the mech know to place it then? A soft growl escaped the security officer, completely ignoring the presence of the Prime now. He would get to he bottom of this and find the culprit. No one messed around on his constant duty and without his knowledge.
The big mech beside him shifted but Red Alert didn't take his optics off the screens. He didn't need the leader's words to know where the mech were heading, he would always have his screen to watch all the mechs of the base and keep track of them.
A/N: He's always watching.
Red Alert doesn't have an official shattered glass personality, so I gave him one. A possessive, ever watchful mech just keeping track of everything you do so he can use it against you or trade the information.
Anyways, the weather is really bad here and I'm stressing out over an approaching deadline. Hopefully I can keep on schedule with this. Hopefully.
How's the weather where you're at? Getting snow?
And I'm always up for suggestions and ideas!
Please review, enjoy and Merry Christmas!