Disclaimer: Beast Wars not mine. If they were a mine they would blow up when you stepped on them…
Author's note: Here's another little game of "guess who" for you. Yes, I know some of you still have no idea who Silver is but this one is ridiculously easy! And as always, please comment :D.
Chapter four
Plans and schemes
"You said whenever I needed a favour." Mind Game said staring at the robot's optics. "You promised. A Predacon's word means something, despite what the Maximals might say."
He avoided her look.
"Y-yeah… I suppose I did promise. And I want to help, really!" he looked back at her pleadingly. "I know how much I owe you. But I'm not sure if I… I'm not sure if it…" he stammered like that for a little while wishing that the femme or, better still, he could just disappear. But she continued to look at him expectantly. He sighed nervously.
"There's this 'bot, you see. He's my leader. He'll be the leader of all Predacons some day. He's working to free us from the Maximals. Right now he's planning something big. But it's very secret. And I really have to be there to help! And I can't just go and do things without him knowing. And if he knows he'll never allow it."
"But this will also help the Predacons! It will be bad for the Maximal Government!"
"I can't decide that! I want to help you, doctor, really, I-I-I…" he faltered.
Mind Game didn't allow her frustration to get her. She thought for a moment.
"All right, Vapid. Then I want you to arrange a meeting with your leader. And don't you dare tell me you can't do that either because I'll start thinking I made a mistake helping you get out of that hospital and ruining my life and career."
The male in front of her looked down.
"I know. I know. I know what you did for me. I'll always be grateful. And I'll do my best for you, doctor."
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Days went by and my frustration grew. Doctors working on the Protoform X project followed strict rules. They were almost never allowed out of the area they worked in and all communications in the whole research facility were being watched. My only chance to contact my father was to go outside without being noticed and get my hands on someone's private communication system. That proved so hard that I was finally forced to realize that my success with getting into Dr. Clearcut's office had been nothing but an extremely lucky hit. Now although her tracking devices weren't working on me (which she hadn't noticed yet, thank Primus) I couldn't slip away. I was constantly surrounded by scientists and guards and kept busy with some stupid chemical experiments that were merely a preparation for much bigger and nastier things about to happen.
My original plan when I came to Omicron was to fit in with the doctors slowly and carefully, to monitor their activities and report to my father when I had the chance. My original plans rarely work. I never thought I would discover something quite as horrid as the information I read in Dr. Clearcut's database. There were indescribable things planned for all three prisoners and they might start happening any day now. I knew it was no time to play spy. I had to do something as soon as possible.
Of course it wasn't "strategically sound" to spur into action right away either. I would most probably just get myself killed and help no one. I knew I would scold myself for my rash actions… afterwards.
Only one thought coursed trough my mind as I impatiently waited for night to fall – the Child. I had to get her out before things got ugly! But there was the question of "how"… I had to find a way to get trough to my father.
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"Will you answer my question now?"
Rampage who had been dosing off blinked in puzzlement at the voice coming from the wall.
Question? What the sl- Oh. Right.
"And what was that again?"
"How do you think I should have protected you?"
Rampage frowned. He had spent some time considering whether he should get himself into this. He still hated playing the victim but if he could make his opponent feel at least a little guilty… which was not likely and yet… Slaggit, there were thoughts in his head that didn't even seem to belong to him but they had always been there and they were screaming to be said!
"Well, it's fairly simple, Fish Face. You never checked what was going on here. You, the Chief of Security, didn't know what was happening on your own colony and you didn't care enough to find out. There were rumors flying and then there was this doctor… What was his name, I was there when they killed him… He tried to tell you about me but you ignored him. If you hadn't been such a good little Maximal who preferred to close his optics to what the government did in the shadows and to whom they did it, you could have listened!"
Rampage's calm speech was becoming frenzied now.
"You could have known! You could have done something! You could have gone to Cybertron – no one would have stopped you if you said you were just going to visit. And then you could have found the right people and you could have ended all of this! You claim that your duty is to protect transformers on this colony. Well, some 'bots were trying to tell you that there was something wrong with the Elders, that there was something shady about their secret project, that there was one transformer right under your feet SCREAMING HIS VOICEBOX OUT! AND YOU DIDN'T GIVE A SLAG YOU HYPOCRITIC BASTARD! You-you…"
Ringing silence followed. Rampage was breathing heavily and silently berating himself for losing control yet again. Had he become that week? Some of the things he had said… He was outright disgusted with himself.
Depth Charge had gone temporarily blind and deft so he couldn't hear his own breathing but by the pulsing of his spark, he might have run several times around the city. He was just about to find his voice again when Rampage suddenly inhaled sharply. The sound was clearly heard in the absolute silence.
"She's coming." He whispered. There was no fear in his voice but it was filled with venomous hatred and dread.
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It must have been the oddest picture – Dr. Clearcut sneaking trough the corridors in the dead of night, dragging a heavy weird looking device. The guards she passed asked no questions and only nodded when they were strongly advised to keep their mouths shut. The guards liked her and disliked Chillcold who was simply too boring. With her fresh ideas of what to do with the experiment, she provided them with a show.
They were no trouble but still she was sneaking, careful not to be noticed by any of her colleagues. Ironic. When one would have thought she was the ruler of this pit.
Well, in many ways she was. But she always had to consult with Dr. Chillcold and that frustrated her to no end. The male was unbearably conservative and had no imagination! He was slowing her down, restricting her revolutionary ideas. Well, she could tolerate no more of this. She would get what she wanted without anyone else knowing.
She stopped in front of the cell where Protoform X was kept. A small smile appeared on her lips as she turned on the lights in the cell, typed the code and entered cautiously. She knew she was putting herself in some amount of danger. But doctor Clearcut knew to appreciate the thrill. Tonight she would do things her way.
