Family Affair Chapter 4

Dragon couldn't help herself but to yawn widely. All she and Cadence had done was pretty much circled the area at least ten times. "Stretch you mouth any wider an you could probably swallow this planet whole," her partner commented bluntly.

"Screw off man. I'm so bored that I'm half tempted to go plain clothes and pick a fight myself," the woman looked over at him in annoyance.

"You're bored enough to risk your career?" Cadence asked incredulously.

Dragon looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, "You really gotta stop takin' me so seriously. I mean when we're on a case by all means I need you to take me seriously but at this point in time it really isn't necessary."

"I knew this job would be a piece of cake," the man in the driver seat laughed.

"Heh, it's almost too easy today. Besides they usually don't radio for me until the real shit starts to fly," Dragon responded with a smirk, "You see unlike most of the other officer's I got hired straight off of the street."

The other officer looked at her in surprise, "How did you manage that?"

"You see I used to be a street fighter but unlike most of those losers I never travelled with a gang. I was a solo fighter. So what happened was the city P.D. had come out to the scene because of some fight that apparently broke out in the middle of the street. However, when they got there they were met with what looked like a young woman who just got jumped by a bunch of thugs but apparently the tables had turned before they had got there. Instead of them hauling me off into the alley, I hauled off on them and I was doing pretty well by myself, too."

Dragon paused in her explanation to let it sink in before continuing, "Seeing as the gang hadn't really noticed them, the officers took this opportunity to surround all of us with their squad cars. Of course by then the hoodlums had noticed them but by the time anyone thought to escape the cars were just spaced wide enough appart that if the doors were open on both sides no one would be going anywhere. However, none of the cops that were there fired a single shot. They were busy watching as one of the biggest gangs in the city got their asses handed to them by a girl."

"After I had successfully handed them their whoopin' the officers decided to move in on the gang members and thankfully had enough cars for all of them. Of course I was questioned about it and such but as I was being questioned the chief, yes the chief had been out their too, and told the other officer that I didn't need to be questioned further. He then requested that I come to the station however, but of course at the street I was on it was quite the walk from there especially after getting out of a fight. He offered me a ride there since his car didn't have a passenger since he was the chief and allowed me to ride shotgun," she paused again to scratch the back of her head.

"When we got down to the station he pulled me into his office and as soon as he closed the door he went behind his desk and pulled something out of his drawer then handed it to me. At first I just stared at it like a moron but I mean how many people get a job just because they defended themselves on the street? It was a badge and you only get those if you actually work for the department. So of course I asked him why. He told me that they had been trying to round up those crooks for months and to have some girl come up outta the blue and whoop their asses was pretty awesome. He said the force could use that kinda skill so he handed me badge then told me to report in the next morning," Dragon finished her explanation and took a glance down at her wrist watch, "Well whaddya know, our shift's over."

Cadence looked at her in confusion before looking at the clock on the dashboard, "Heh, I guess it is."

Without another word, the officer turned the car around and they headed back to the station.

***

Meanwhile, back at the Airland Base, Anakia Kora had long since finished freshening up but took one last look in the mirror before turning and walking out the door to her new quarters that had been assigned to her. She strolled casually down the corridor in a now fresh set of black Army gi indentical to one she been previously wearing. Anakia had also taken the liberty of trimming up her hair so she could at least pull it back to regulation standards. It was now up in a pair of tight buns on the back of her head.

Anakia had in her hand an overly large spray bottle of original scented Fabreze. She got stopped several times in the hallway by people wishing to welcome her back and inquire about the Fabreze. Finally, the woman made it back outside. The sun was starting its descent into the western horizon and people had already begun to show up for the presentation.

There he was. She recognized the rotor blades hanging off of his back and called up to him, "I brought the stuff like I said I would."

Blackout peered down at her in confusion before remembering who he was talking to, "Took you long enough," he smart-assed before transforming into his chopper mode.

"Hey. I had everyone and their grandmother stopping me in the hallway on my way out the door. I've been gone for eight years. That's along time for us humans. The least I could do was allow them to welcome me back to civilization," Anakia shrugged with a flat expression, "You gonna open up or what?"

The Decepticon thrust the panel open to allow her inside. As soon as Anakia climbed in he shut the panel at once. She stared at the front wall of the hold in confusion, "It's not gonna take that long."

As she spoke she had begun spraying down the area with the chemical. Instantly the air lost any odors that were lingering. "I needed to ask something of you."

Normally, Blackout was not one to ask someone for anything but couldn't help but see this particular fleshling with an air of respect for repairing his drone's comm. link. So he felt the need to ask rather then demand.

Anakia stood there with her arms crossed waiting for him to continue even making the gesture for 'go on'. "I wanted to know if I could talk you into becoming a medic for the Decepticons."

"What about my job?" was her immediate question, "My career comes before any side jobs."

"You won't have to give up your job. As you can see we have to work, too. But our side doesn't have a proper mechanic and let me tell you I wouldn't trust the lot of them with my innerds," Blackout explained.

"I see. Like if I'm not busy around the base here then I could do some work over wherever you guys are dwelling, correct?" Anakia inquired with a slight perk to her left eyebrow.

"Exactly."

"I'll talk to my superior about it and see if he would grant me permission. Meanwhile, keep your digits crossed because he's a stubborn mule when he deems it fit to be," she smirked, "Well seeing as the cargo bay no longer smells like a dead animal I'll take my leave. Oh and one more thing. If I do work for you guys on the side can you get someone to make me something that will protect from your blood? Fredrickson told me it was radioactive. I wouldn't be much use to anyone if I melted into a puddle of goo on my day."

"Done," with that Blackout slid the door panel open to let her out.

"My first victim will be your scorpion as soon as you get me those gloves," she grinned, "I'm sure he would appreciated having his tail in one piece."

The chopper-con chuckled darkly before she hopped down and when back into the headquarters building.