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Smokescreen, Outrider, Hammerdown, Quickfire. #91. "I don't believe you."
Call it a hint.
"I don't believe you."
Well, no real surprise there. Quickfire had never been one to jump in blindly to what they were up to. She had always been something of a voice of reason. Hanging back to the side to what the trio were up to and casting out reminders of sanity when she felt they needed it.
Even since they'd taken this scouting job for Optimus they had found themselves down in her bay looking for the well thought out words they had once had so readily, but now had to chase because they were never around.
Now was one of those times. When the three of them came looking for the answers they couldn't put together on their own. Even if it had her looking at them like this.
"Yeah, we figured you'd say that." Hammer sighed.
"Come on, mechs." She cast her bright optics about between them. "You do hear yourselves, don't you? This is … ."
"Nuts?" Smokey huffed. "Yeah we know."
"Doesn't change what we saw." Outrider huffed.
"Do you really think we'd come back saying this if we hadn't done some digging? It's crazy, yeah we know that, but that's what was there." Smokescreen finished.
"That was … eons ago, mechs." She shifted uneasily on her chair, looking back and forth between the lot of them. "That was the first thirteen. You know, the ones that killed each other. You lived with War, at least two of you. You know this story."
"That's the only reason we noticed." Outrider shot back. "It's not like this is common slag taught anymore."
"The signature was there." Hammerdown added. "I triple checked."
Leaning back in her chair Quickfire rubbed a hand over her faceplate. "Then this is something you should be telling, Optimus. Not me."
The three of them stared at her blankly for a few long klicks before Smokescreen whispered.
"Do you really think that is a good idea?"
And that was the problem wasn't? Because they knew as well as Quickfire did that it wasn't. Not now.
-Jaycee
