Angry enough to…

Angry enough to….

Prowl flew in as fast as his wheels could carry him. His tires squealed as he turned fast to avoid Prime, which caused him to skid terribly. Almost hitting the wall, he recovered. Tires smoked as he flew by.

Optimus and Smokescreen looked at each other, as they turned and watched the swiftly retreating form of the police Mech. "Wonder what's up with him?" the smaller Mech commented.

Turning his head towards Smokescreen, Optimus was just about to reply. Suddenly, something hit his legs from the back, causing the big red Mech to tumble backwards. As his aft hit the ground, he caught sight of Tracks flying after Prowl.

"What in Vector Sigma is…." Prime began as he started to get back on his feet. Only to have Sunstreaker run into him at full speed; as Prime's aft hit the ground yet another time. Sunstreaker disappeared around the corner, the smell of burning rubber left in his wake.

Looking around very warily, Optimus took Smokescreen's offered hand and stood up. "The question is: do WE want to know what they're up to?" Smokescreen joked.

Rubbing his aft, Prime just shook his head. "I'm just hopeful there's no other Mechs involved in whatever it is."

There was the sound of yelling, of metal hitting metal, then suddenly Prowl was flying back the other direction at full speed. Optimus and Smokescreen threw themselves to the side, as the crazed Mech blew by them – Tracks and Sunstreaker hot on his tailpipes.

The two on-duty officers picked themselves off of the ground. "Well, at least they didn't hit you this time," Smokescreen chuckled.

Optimus nodded, "I think enough is enough, we've got to stop whatever's going on here. Before the nitwits destroy something with their antics."

"Ya, guess we should;" Smokescreen agreed, transforming and following Prime.

By the time they got outside, a full fistfight was going on. With both Tracks and Sunstreaker ganging up on Prowl, they tumbled as they cursed, punches hitting their mark. To his credit, Prowl was actually able to hold his own against the two enraged Mechs.

Prime hollered for them to stop, but he was completely ignored. Striding up, the powerful Mech grabbing Sunstreaker by his doors and threw him as hard as he could. As the first Mech left his hands, he grabbed Prowl and threw him in the opposite direction. Then he grabbed Tracks, fighting to keep a hold on the twisting and turning Mech.

"I'm so not done with you, you slogger!" Sunstreaker hollered, and started back toward Prowl. Smokescreen and Bluestreak caught the pissed off Mech, barely able to hold him back.

Tracks struggled some more. "When I get loose, I'm going to give you a whole new look – you prick!"

"Ok, silence! All of you!" Optimus bellowed. Now he was completely fed up with this entire mess. Glaring at all three of them he asked; "So what is going on here?"

Prowl glared at the two Mechs being restrained. "They assaulted a police officer. I'm going to have them arrested now."

"Why you son-of-a…" Prime put his hand over Track's mouth before the Mech could finish.

Sunstreaker broke free of the two holding them. They ended up tackling the Mech to get him back in restraint. "Get the freagin' off me. Prowl needs his tailpipes rearranged!" the yellow Mech snarled, glaring at Smokescreen and Bluestreak – who were both sitting on top of him.

"All of you – silence! And Prowl, you are not going to arrest any Mech!" Prime ordered.

Prowl crossed his arms, looking haughtily at the two restrained Mechs. "They assaulted a cop, so by human law…"

"Your 'human law' can kiss my aft! You were off work you prick!" Sunstreaker cussed.

Shaking his head at the entire mess, Prime considered throwing all three of them into the brig – until they all calmed down. Then relief filled him, as he saw Sideswipe flying towards them. He knew that Mech would know what was going on here.

Transforming, Sideswipe noticed his twin being held to the ground and Tracks being restrained by Prime. "Sorry they got here before you got my message," he apologized to Prime.

"Message? About what?" Smokescreen asked.

Sideswipe nodded towards Prowl; "Well, Mr. High-n-Mighty Coper here – seems to get a thrill handing tickets out to every Mech he can." The red and black Mech chuckled, because he was one of the few who HADN'T gotten one of those tickets. "So, everybody was waiting around to kick his aft when he got off shift."

Prowl glared at him, puffing up like a rooster. "Just because I'm off shift doesn't mean…"

"Silence!" Prime ordered, cutting Prowl off.

Smokescreen and Bluestreak began to howl with laughter; for they knew that Prowl had started the day by handing Prime and Inferno tickets. Cutting a look sideways at the two, Prime gave them his 'shutup now' look. Still shuddering with silent laughter, the two tried to control themselves.

Turning his head to Prowl, Prime studied him. "Perhaps you need to change jobs, Prowl. You do seem to a little too eager. Maybe a security gig would be better?"

Prowl glared at him, then realized that Prime wasn't really suggesting a job change, he was ordering it. Lowering his optics, he realized he had pushed things a little too far. "Sorry Prime, I'll do as you order." Transforming, he drove off before they let the other two Mechs go.

"And you two are NOT going to touch Prowl, do you understand?" Prime ordered, glaring at the two Mechs standing next to each other.

Looking down at their feet, Tracks and Sunstreaker grudgingly agreed to his order.

Sideswipe slapped Bluestreak on his shoulder. "So what were you two laughing so hard at?" he asked.

Bluestreak couldn't hold it back. "He, he, Prime got ticketed too!" and with that, he and Smokescreen fell back into hysterical laughter.

Prime just shook his head in exacerbation, turned, and went back to the Ark. The sounds of hysterical laughter increased, as the other three Mechs joined in.

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Footnote: I'm 'tweeking' three more chapters. But I can't decide on which one should be next. One deals with Red Alert, another Ratchet and the last one Wheeljack... sigh... what do you think?

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