21. Exploring Catechism
Catechism twitched and glanced over her shoulder. Yes, there was a semi-truck back there. No, she could not shoot him. He seemed far more at ease in these dark tunnels than she did. Catechism envied Motormaster for that, even as she envied his defence-line like sturdiness and battering-ram raw power. Leave it to the Decepticons to finally build a semi-truck properly. It was as brilliant and mysterious a sign of the righteousness of the cause as any.
Blitzwing did not seem to be having too many problems, no doubt courtesy of his tank mode. Tank and fighter jet in one, he stood for every tradition of the Decepticon cause, even as Motormaster showed how the Decepticons had seized the form of their enemies and made it their own, grasping the future with both hands.
Catechism could almost put her mind off the fact that she was slogging through the sewers, lost in blissful contemplation of her beloved cause. Catechism could almost put her mind off the fact that she was hunting Monstructor, all for that cause. No, she could not. Such distractions would only get her killed. There would be another time to relax.
Or she would be dead.
That was quite the possibility - they had rolled out not just the Mayhem Attack Squad but the Ten Deadliest Killers and one of the newer combiners - Menasor in his component parts - and command was still doubtful about their chances of success. What was there to doubt? Either they would die or they would not.
Catechism pressed on, slogging through hip-deep industrial by-products, and called out, "To the right!"