Chapter 7

A evil plan

Note: this one is short and sweet, please enjoy...

Leadframe's P.O.V

I had online after a short nap it seemed. In a panic I checked myself, I was laying our horizontal. A different position then when I had fallen asleep... that made my spark nearly explode with panic.

I checked for new paint scuffs or any new dents, bends or pains.

It was fine, I was fine.

I took a minute to calm down. Flipping through my hub. I hadn't sustained any further damage (that I could tell)... it had nothing to report from my lags. But I don't think anything happened. My hub kept sending me error messages about the readouts on my lower half. I tossed them all aside. Not being helpful. But my energy reserves were at a critical low.

I gave the glass a sceptical look.

I don't think he'd been drugging me. The rest of my system were optimal which wouldn't be the case if he really was. I also don't feel sick. Hunger pains, yes. But their was a cure for that sitting on the table.

But next to it was another full cube.

Did Magnus leave another one out for me?

No h-he... he must have forgotten it.

Yeah,

Heh, what a fool. It was probably his own... safe non poison brand.

I pushed myself to my sided with a hiss. I reached out a grabbed the safe full cube. I practically downed it.

One of the pros with being with a mech the size of Magnus is he doesn't skimp on rations. He know what us bigger bots need. Again I'm only a half meter shorter then him. My tank mode is mmm gorgeous. I've seen people have spark attacks just at the sight of my might Altmode. Even better when they tried and run. My targeting system is tops of the line modded to perfect with pinpoint accuracy. It hits hard and the laser fire shots fast leaves a sticky napalm in its wake. Or at lest it dose with a full powered charge shot. Takes 7 seconds to change and a 30 seconds cool off period.

Pits, I miss my treads.

I wasn't fast but it was like a badaft slow walk. Just felt so cool.

Speaking off my treads... I remember the collar. I needed to get this off first before I get to give them a spin and maybe pay my Master a visit. Thank him for the fuel he left me before I send him to annoy Primus.

I dropped the blank on the floor first, make it easier to slide across on and leave no scratches on the perfectly polished floor. I couldn't just risk rolling off the couch and making a loud thud like last time, I needed get my knees on the blanket first.

I was well built in my upper arms. Lifting my lags over was easy but I needed to be carful. I had myself holding onto the couch with one hand and the front table with my end of my elbow. The handcuffs made this very VERY hard. I lowered myself slowly onto the floor. Swiftly; but quietly shifting my hands to the ground so I wouldn't fall forward. My knees couldn't support me either.

Perfect.

I tucked the front of the blanket behind where I'd use my elbow to crawl across the floor and get in front of the entertainment system.

My mirror...

I dimly pulled up some shoulder lights.

I also needed to pull myself up so I can sit on my knees. No mater how painful I'd have to tuff it out. I couldn't see my reflection from this hight.

Painfully it was. Biting my lip I pulled myself up keeping myself from groaning out loud.

The pain didn't go away ether. The act of my wate agenst them was enough to hurt like hell. I'd have to power through this. The collar needed to come off tonight, be deactivated, anything that might help balance the power scale more in my favour.

In the blackish silver it was hard to see my reflection, I needed overhead lights but the room was pitch black other then here. It was still the dead of night outside as well.

As luck would have it, my targeting system works outside tank mode.

A bionic slide optic screen slid in front of my optics. I don't care to wear these outside tank mode because it makes me look like one of those microscope science nerds. Worked same as well but mine are combat purposed.

My reflection came into view and further into focus. I needed to adjust a sort of night vision on to get a good outline and back and forth between heat signatures.

Because I was still colder it made the collar more visible. Particularly what was powering the damn thing.

On the left side was where I needed to get at. The lock function was electronic. No other way to rip it off smaller locks were clamped to the neck cables. Probably magnetized, I could tell because of the heft.

It's probably self generated. Normal magnetic lock with real magnets would give you a huge headache. Plus this was stronger.

Problem is regular magnets can't be shut off with a EMP blast.

Or shut off in general.

That made me smile.

In the centre of the thick metal bad was a electric blue strip showing that it was activated and had a stream through it. I don't feel a stab or pinch when it was clamped on so I don't think it was attached in any way. So it wasn't getting power from the person wearing it. Good, that would make this more annoying.

The collar didn't seem to have a opening, simply bent in place and stayed like so forever but that's a bunch of cyber bull. It could come off.

I'd have to take out the power first, no doubt the key to the damn thing was on my master hub controls. Or in the hands of authority's like police or doctors.

Oh.

Interesting...

Another lens made it possible for me to see something normally invisible.

It had a anti EMP field around it.

Made sense, it be too big of a crippling flaw.

Back to thermal I could make out a hollow compartment where the generator is and started looking for seams lines but low and behold it's on the side facing my neck.

Oh but this hadn't need to be the end. I'd just need a few things I could bend. A scalpel perhaps and a wire picker.

I folded myself back to the ground unable to bare the pain any longer.

Hmm, that give me a idea... it be a real shame if I accidentally busted some important welding... why, then shoulders would have to take me back to the hospital and visit Ratchet and all his medical toys.

I couldn't help but let a evilly smile cross my face...