Dirtface

AN: I don't know what color Syks supposed to be so sorry if I got it wrong.

Enjoy

Depth Charge had no idea why he was stuck in the worst situation. At first, he wasn't so sure if he can stand with Beachcomber as his temporary partner but it was killing him and not to mention embarrassed about it.

"...and he was, like, 'dude, don't be like that man.' but he just had to chew on my arm and all of it." he was in a place where human-like Sari-would say, a crack house and it definitely was because it is filled with stoned out mechs and femmes in there trading credits for the drugs.

The place they are in right now is the most dangerous place of the deepest end of the slums. No one even the people in the town are brave enough to go here, unless you have a death wish for it. During the investigation, Depth Charge got many common reports where they claimed that they saw a yellow mech walking in and hoping to find answers they walked in to find any bots who had met with the yellow mech face to face.

And here they are now, in the crack house-if Cheetor was here, he would blow a gasket...

"Frag man." said a femme after she was drinking of a clear liquid depth charge doesn't want to know, "That's some crazy scrapheap."

"Oh it ain't all." Beachcomber replied as he waved his hand, "I just had to wipe him clean...and I think I have some questions to ask you all." he said when Depth Charge made a gesture to get a go on.

"What's it?" asked a mech as he counted his credits. Beachcomber leaned over and whispered, "well I heard a rumor that a yellow mech came through here looking for something. Mind where can I find a mech who met him face to face?"

The small group looked at the blue mech and quickly whispered each other in tense silence before looking back, nodding at each other.

"Alright," Replied a femme who seemed to be a leader of the group, "But it's gonna cost ya."

Beachcomber said nothing as he took something from the subspace and laid it in front of the druggers.

there are blue, glowing pieces all piled up on the table and it didn't take long for Depth Charge to realize what he was holding.

"Holy scrap!" femme whispered happily as she quickly grabbed the blue crystals, "it's Syks! How did you get a hold of this rare thing?"

"Connections." was all Beachcomber said as he leaned over, "Now tell me."

"Dirtface should know." the Femme all said as she collected the rare drug into the sack, "It was rumored that mysterious customer came up to him and gave him quite a load."

"Thank you my friends." Beachcomber replied as he walked out with Depth Charge, who in turn glared at him.

"What?" Depth Charge grunted and walked out of the building, still cannot believing what he had saw.

"You're in drugs?" Beachcomber paused and shook his head, "Nah, I carry that thing around, knowing it might come in handy."

"Syks are illegal bunch of drugs ya know that? You're going to get caught!" Depth Charge growled as he glared at the blue mech again as they headed on, ignoring many bystanders in the slums.

"Of course." Beachcomber all said as he headed on, "C'mon, let's find Dirtface about his mysterious guest of the night."

-.-

After searching and looking for the target 'Dirtface'-both Beachcomber and Depth Charge tried to catch their breath as they had finally found the home of the smuggler's home.

"Alright here's what we'll do." Depth Charge replied as he walked up to the door, "I'll do the talkin'"

"Can you talk like a smuggler?" Beachcomber asked as he shrugged his shoulders, "Because surely he'll suspect that a police would appear up in his doorstep asking if he had seen a yellow mech."

"...shut up."

As Depth Charge rang the doorbell, both he and Beachcomber waited as the door slowly opened. If Depth Charge looked well enough, there were quite a lot of locks and chains all over the other side. Who knew the mech was that paranoid.

"What ya'll City mechs like you doin' here?" Dirtface hissed as he glared at them, "I didn't even invite ya'll in. Not that I remember it."

"I am Depth Charge, the investigator of this 'City' if you're asking and the blue one behind me is Beachcomber, we both are looking for a yellow mech that came down here to you to get something."

Dirtface said nothing but closed the door and hearing a lot of rattling chains and locks, he opened the door widely.

"Get in." it wasn't a request, but an order.

Depth Charge and Beachcomber looked at each other and slowly entered in the smuggler's home.

Like any other people who lives in the slums, it was small and packed. It was bare, which is a sign of a poor and there was nothing but rags and small items littered across it. In the corner was a scorpion like pet growling at them.

"That's Scratchface, I'd be careful if I're you." then he gestured to the huge piles of rags, "Sit there." Dirtface replied as the two mech sat down on it hesitantly. They waited as Dirtface sat down on the other side of the room with Scratchface climbing up on him.

"Now," he said as he rubbed his pet's helm as he glared at them, "What do you want to know?"

"We wanted to know if you met a yellow mech, smaller than us and a city guy like us." Beachcomber replied as he looked at the scorpion drone with wary.

"I met quite a lot of different mechs." Dirtface explained, "But if it's about a yellow bot, then I only met that bot once, can't tell if it's a femme or mech by the mask."

"...mask?" Dirtface nodded his head as he continued, "It was the usual night where we opened the small stores at night and that bot came in, its color standing out. And it was searching for something, scanning each and every store. I was there at that time, able to sell something good and I called to it. It was interested in one item I had laid my servo on."

"You mean smuggled it." Depth Charge sighed, ignoring the glare Dirtface gave him, "But what was it?"

"I don't know what it was." Dirtface answered coldly, "But I do know that that weapon was only manufactured once a stellar cycle and hard to get it. And then that yellow bot gave me the load and took another one as a deal."

"What else did he took?"

"Like I said, I don't know." Dirtface shrugged as he pointed at the door, "now leave."

Depth Charge and Beachcomber left the room of the Smuggler's and as Dirtface watched them leave, he quickly walked back in, locked his door in place and quickly took out a communicator.

"Hello. This is I 'Green Leaves'. Yes, they have left the building-No they do not know that our brother, Yellow Butterfly, has the Glass Gun. I'll be awaiting for your order Master. Good day, May Primus watch over you."