Author's Note: Sorry for not updating in forever! Thanks to MXyloto, Little Yellow Camaro Girl14, Noella50881, MissShelz, Iwanita, hummergrey, and I am Blueberry for reviewing the last chapter! Also a big thank you to hummergrey for letting me expand on this idea and the constant encouragement and reviews on this story! I own nothing
Battle of the Cops
What started as a suggestion turned out to be an all out war
"Good. You finally decided to show up." Prowl didn't even look up from his datapad when Barricade warily entered the Autobot SIC's office. "I was wondering how long it would take Jazz to convince Ironhide to stop blasting you."
"Well now you know," Barricade growled, something about the completely calm and unhurried Autobot getting on his nerves. "Now what did you want? Hurry up and tell me so I can get out of here and return to Megatron."
"Oh I don't believe you'll be returning to Megatron any time soon," Prowl replied, looking up to meet Barricade's optics for a moment before looking back down at the datapad.
"What do you mean?" Barricade asked, suddenly getting a very bad feeling in his spark. Prowl simply ignored him. Barricade shifted uncomfortably for a few moments before losing what little patience he had left. He tried to activate his weapons only to find they weren't working. "What have you done?" he growled, under no illusion that Prowl wasn't involved in this particular attack.
"A magnetic pulse. It automatically turned your weapons system off the moment you entered my office. Only a medic can turn that system back on," Prowl replied calmly, placing the datapad he had been reading down on one stack and picking up a new one from another. Suddenly Barricade felt very much like banging his head against the nearest hard service. He was a Decepticon for Primus' sake. He should have checked for something like that but he had foolishly believed Prowl was too naive to know about something like that.
Suddenly annoyed both with his foolishness and Prowl's clever scheme he slammed his fist down on the Autobot SIC's desk, leaving a large crack down the middle. "Talk to me slag it," he snarled. "What the frag do you want?"
"Language youngling," Prowl replied mildly, still reading whatever was on the datapad. Barricade growled, feeling like a trapped animal in a too small cage. He would have dearly loved to shot the SIC but with his weapons system off he couldn't quite manage that. Finally he sat down on the floor, leaning against the door so that Prowl couldn't leave without talking to him, and settled in for a long wait. Obviously the Autobot SIC wasn't going to speak until he was ready and there was nothing Barricade could do to change that.