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A soft gust of wind played over Prowl's doorwings, sensors already on high alert storing everything they received. The black and white's battle computer was running the fastest it ever had. This was his first task as an enforcer and he sure as pit wasn't going to stuff it up simply because he hadn't been paying enough attention to his sensors.
Already he could feel and ache forming in his processor, most likely from too much data. It had been happening more and more lately. The more frequently he used his battle computer to extrapolate data the worse his frequent processor aches became. Obviously there was something seriously wrong with his battle computer and the connection between it and his processor.
It wouldn't have worried him so much if he didn't have to interact so closely or so often with his team mates. Already there had been to many close calls with this battle computer going on the fritz. Barricade had decided that Prowl would make a good friend and subsequently started spending more and more time around him. The mech's persistence reminded him of Jazz and his persistence when they had been younglings.
However this new obsession of the larger black and white mech's was making it hard to keep his "condition" secret from his new team. Barricade was half the reason his battle computer went on the fritz anyway. The mech had a penchant for doing the illogical or mixing emotions into any conversation and Ashdancer wasn't much better.
Prowl was thankful he didn't have to spend half as much time with the sole femme team member. She seemed to have an obsession with down town Praxus and so very rarely came back to their headquarters. To him it wasn't really a loss, not with how annoying her fast talking was or the high pitch to her vocaliser.
When she was at base the three took the time to spar and Prowl had to grudgingly admit she was at least good at that. The femme mightn't have been good at anything else but she would at least be an asset in a battle.
Prowl filed away every detail he could about his new team members, hoping that the data would eventually be to his advantage if he had to draw up battle plans, or more rightly, tactical plans to take over different buildings held by the war lords in the area.
Eventually the data did help Prowl, in setting this exact scenario up. The superiors at the Praxus headquarters had found one of the drug lords to be an issue and had immediately told the team to investigate. It hadn't taken the small black and white mech to draw up the plans with the highest success rate possible. It had however, been extremely trying when Barricade had been trying to read his data pad from over his shoulder.
The lack of privacy was simply annoying for Prowl. He could deal with it now, what, after all the time in the enforcer academy he would have had to adapt. This didn't mean the black and white mech had to like it, truth be told he much would have preferred just holing up the room designated as an office and working through everything on his own.
This wouldn't work for the simple fact none of the offices had any furniture or wall sockets for him to plug a portable computer into. The only technology capable of simulating his battle plans, on a larger scale than his battle computer could, was the computers in the common area at the back of the building.
Prowl resigned himself to working there, Barricade always by his side. Sometimes the larger mech would chatter his ear off and other times just sit back with a data pad of his own. Of course it was hard for Prowl to figure out just what exactly it was Barricade was doing with the data pad but so long as it kept him out of Prowl's way he didn't particularly care.
The breeze continued to play over his doorwings, reminding Prowl of where he was. Barricade was on the other side of the alley way as they crept towards the hideout of the current drug lord they were trying to bring down.
Ashdancer was creeping up on the alleyway adjacent to theirs. The one running parallel to the one they were on. She would creep up on the back of the building, block the escape.
Prowl and Barricade crept up to the front door, ready to break in and take down anyone inside. Their order had been to kill everyone, leave no one online. The orders played on his consciousness but he had learned to ignore it.
Barricade knocked the door in and burst inside, Prowl right behind him. Their weapons were drawn, held readily within their servos. They were met with no resistance as they entered the premises.
The room the two burst into was empty, devoid of anything except for some empty energon cubes which had been lazily discarded. Two chairs were pushed back from the table, not tucked in by their previous occupants.
Moving to the next doorway the mech's stood either side of it. From within this next room they could hear voices, ones kept low. The bots there sounded lazy or tired. Gesturing with his digits Barricade prepared to go around the corner, weapon at the ready.
Prowl assumed a similar stance, prepared for the battle ahead. The drug lords would undoubtedly try to shoot them, take them down. Drawing his doorwings close to his body he made sure that every sensor was alive, ready to receive data should need be.
The two mech's leapt around in unison, bursting in on the relaxing bots there. The three mechs within the room had no time to draw their own weapons as Prowl darted forward to take the first one out. His energon blade, pulled from subspace, plunging through the circuitry in his neck.
Barricade similarly took out another mech, his shorter energon dagger slashing through the unfortunate mech's helm, dragging out assorted wires and pieces of processor with it. Barricade was slightly faster than Prowl, getting to the last occupant of the room before him, well before him.
Prowl didn't waste time waiting for Barricade, instead he passed through the room and into the back corridor. None of the mech's within the previous room were the drug lord they were looking for, he must be somewhere further into the building.
The smaller black and white mech felt, rather than heard, Ashdancer come through the back door to the building. The minute soundwaves weren't caught by his audio receivers, instead they were caught by his doorwings, turning it into a motion to be detected. Paying the femme no mind Prowl continued forward, up the stair case in front of him.
The stairs didn't creak and Prowl was thankful for it. His battle computer was running full speed, churning through the meager amount of energon he had consumed that orn. Weapon held ever ready he reached the top of the stair case and was immediately fired upon.
Darting to the side he took cover by some sort of desk, using his doorwings to locate where the source of the fire power was from. Drawing his own gun from subspace he readied it for battle, the deadly weapon already aligned with his systems.
Rolling out from behind his cover Prowl shot in the direction the previous energon bullets had come from. He faintly heard the sound of a mech crying out in agony as he flung himself towards the wall and the shelter it offered. Moving forwards paying caution no mind he went straight for the doorway the fallen mech had been guarding.
Flying through the doorway the black and white mech immediately started firing upon the occupants of the room. He made sure to target the mech right behind the desk, the one who was the drug lord. The second that particular mech was offline Prowl turned his attention to the others in the room
He felt the sting of an energon bullet as it pierced the armour in his side. The black and white mech paid it no heed as he continued to fire on the opposing mechs. More bullets were fired in his direction, one colliding with his doorwings.
None of it caused him too much pain, Prowl was just too used to ignoring some things. His creator had done his job well, the youngling turned mech now didn't stop for anything so trivial as bodily harm.
The black and white mech didn't even notice when his team mates joined him in the office, both backing up his fire power. The remaining bots in the room fell easily under the combingation of three deadly weapons. It wasn't until he was entirely sure that the bots were offline that he turned to Ashdancer and Barricade.
Ashdancer's optics held a look of revulsion, whether at the sight of the offline mechs or of the deeds she had done Prowl couldn't be sure. The femme had not one scratch upon her frame, paint as pristine as it had been when they had left the building earlier.
Barricade had nearly escaped unscathed as well. Small, trivial scratches marred his frame but it was nothing to be worried about. Said mech however, was extremely worried about Prowl and his injuries.
Energon now ran freely down the small black and white frame, originating from the wounds in his doorwings and chassis. Scorch marks stood out like a beacon against the white of the mech's frame, Barricade's optics drawn to them like a moth to light.
"The drug lord has successfully been taken out. Our mission has been accomplished," Prowl said as he subspaced his acid pellet rifle.
"I cleared all of the hallways, there is no one left online," Ashdancer said, subspacing her own weapon.
"We should get out of here, before a contact of the drug lord's shows up with all of his cronies," Barricade said, secretly just wanting to get Prowl out of the building and to some sort of medical care.
"The back doorway would be our best bet of getting out of here. Let's get moving," Ashdancer said, already leaving the room.
Both of the black and white mechs followed straight after her, energon blades still in servos. The hallways were littered with the chassis' of the dead mechs, energon running in small rivers towards the stairs.
The building was left in the wake of the three team members as they gunned their engines and headed for their headquarters. The three bots split up on their way back to ensure no one found their hideout.
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