Fire Truck Request

Fire Truck Request

The metal clang of a running Mech approaching him, caused Inferno to look up from the last fire hydrant he was testing. A smile crossed his face as he saw who it was.

"So you missed me that quickly?" he joked to his bond mate.

Red Alert stopped in his tracks, glaring at the Mech. "No. Do you think I can't handle Autobot communications without you?" he snorted derisively and crossed his arms.

Inferno stood up, cocking his head in amusement. "Then just why did you come and find me?"

"We've got a situation."

"Why didn't you just radio me then?"

The Mech shifted uncomfortably. "Well, Perceptor didn't want me to say anything over the radio about this."

"About what?" Inferno was really curious now.

"Um, Perceptor slipped over at the Treatment Plant."

"So?" he shrugged, not knowing why the scientist would need a fire truck's help for a mere slip.

Red Alert was trying to keep a straight face. "He fell and ended up in one of the settling pools."

"You've got to be kidding!" Inferno exclaimed.

His bond mate's hysterical laughing answered his question.

Inferno pictured the scientist, covered in human waste, he couldn't resist the urge – and fell on the ground – rolling in laughter. "So I guess…he, he…. That he needs me to… he, he… wash him off?..."

His bond mate was snickering, still trying to regain some kind of composure. "That's right."

The fire truck finally composed himself and sat up. Radioing Perceptor on a private frequency, he informed the scientist that he'd be over shortly – to check some fire hydrants, of course. Turning to Red Alert, he burst out laughing again.

Just a Little Slip

Inferno pulled up, promising himself that he wouldn't laugh in the poor scientist's face. But as he connected to one of the fire hydrants, he spotted Perceptor walking towards him. The scientist was now covered head-to-toe in sewage, wet shreds of toilet paper glued to his armor, and stinking so bad – that Inferno quickly deactivated his own olfactory sensors. It took all of his willpower to contain his snickers.

Perceptor gave Inferno and appreciative smile. "Thanks for coming Inferno. I just stepped a little too close to the edge while I was pulling samples for microbial analysis, and…."

"Ah, don't mention it." Inferno cut him off, not wanting the scientist to start rambling. "So where am I supposed to wash you off?" since he'd just gone through HAZMAT training with the human Fire Department – he knew he'd get fined if he just washed the Mech off in the road.

"Oh, why yes, we wouldn't want to chance possible contamination of the local soils with micro-organisms which…" Perceptor began.

Inferno cut him off again, "just where? I've got to get back on shift, so I don't have all day."

The crap-covered scientist looked around; "well, I guess if I stand next to the number five settling pool, on the concrete – you can power spray all of this back into the pool."

Inferno nodded his agreement and connected a few more fire hoses in order to get the water where it was needed. Then he followed Perceptor up to the side of the settling pool. "Well, pressure will be pretty strong, so you'd better get on your hands and knees – so I don't spray you right back in there;" he advised the Mech.

So with the poor scientist on his hands and knees, Inferno pressure sprayed the stinking crap off of him. Then he made the Mech turn around, and did that side. Still trying to contain his snickers, he finished the cleanup by spraying the concrete off as well.

Perceptor finally stood up, still mildly reeking of sewage. "I'd recommend you meet with Sunstreaker at the car wash and use some soap. I know he was griping over the radio about some High Roller spilling a drink on him today;" Inferno offered.

The scientist sniffed a little bit, realizing that he indeed had an odor. "Well, I guess it could be explained by my proximity to the gases for an extended period of time…"

"Just do it, before you come back to the Ark – Ok?" Inferno already had his hoses rolled up, and was heading back to the Fire Station he was assigned to.

As he turned onto the main road, Inferno began to laugh hysterically again. He couldn't wait to tell this one to the other Fire Fighters back at the Station; for this was so much better than the standard 'Cat in the Tree' stories they were always laughing over!

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