"Fadeaway, this is Sundance. What's the status? Over."
"This is Fadeaway. Several civilians are still up. Over."
"This is Renegade. How many are there, Fadeaway? Over."
"Civilians Optimus Prime, Prowl, Ironhide, Chromia, and Ratchet are still within the rec room. Over."
"Scorecard and Redwood, this is Sundance. Initiate phase one. Over."
"Yes, ma'am. We're moving into position. Over."
"This is Trapline. The Big Red Button is ready and waiting. Over."
"Copy that, Trapline. This is Renegade. Press the BRB. Over."
"Pressing BRB. Over."
"Excuse me, Ratchet?" Jolt stepped into the rec room, a frown on his facial plates. "I've just recieved a comm from Wheeljack. Apparently, one of his more dangerous chemicals has been leaking for a while into this room. He said it was best to evacuate. You shouldn't be harmed in anyway, but it's best if you leave now."
"Right. I'm gonna give Wheeljack a piece of my mind, and it's best if everyone else went to recharge. Especially you, Prime." Ratchet stood, storming out the door.
"Very well. Thank you, Jolt."
"It was no trouble, Optimus." Jolt smiled, watching as the mechs and Chromia left. Chromia gave him an odd look but left. The door slid closed and the assistant medic grinned.
"Llamas this is Trapline. Rec room has been evacuated. Phase Two is complete. I repeat, phase Two is complete. Over."
"Rodger-dodger, Trapline. This is Renegade. Dusty and Dasher, phase Three is a go. I repeat phase Three is a go. Over."
"We's ready. Bringin' in the boxes. Over."
"Ma box is bigga. Over."
"Dasher, Dusty...This is Redwood. Shut up or I'll tell Sundance. Over."
"Double-D's. This is Sundance-"
"Slag."
"-You're only participating in this mission because we needed two more bots. Do as you are told. Over."
"Yes, Sundance. Over."
"Hurry up with those boxes. Over."
"Did anybody warn Riddler? Over."
"Oops. Sorry, Renegade."
::Trapline to Riddler. Civilian Ratchet headed your way:: -Trapline
::Ah, thank you. It would have been nice to know before he arrived, but it's alright. Good luck.:: -Wheel...Riddler
"Let's get going. Fistfight, this is Command. Let in the Fairies. Over."
"Rodger...that...ma'am! Over."
"I don't get why we're the Fairies. Why couldn't we be something like-"
"It was either the Fairies, or Paint-Thinner. Over."
"Yes, Fadeaway. Over."
"Hurry up. We've got a rogue bot. Civilian Prowl is on his way towards the rec room. Fistfight, cover Redwood and Scorecard! Phase Four is in jeopardy. Over."
"*jeoprady theme song*"
"Yeah. Now, shush. Over."
Prowl had a bad feeling. And usually when he had a bad feeling, it was because of the Twins. Only this time, it was Jolt who set him off. Prowl was suspicious.
The Second-in-Command nodded to Bumblebee as he strode past, and then paused.
"Bumblebee,"
The yellow scout stiffened, and then turned, wiggling his door wings.
"I was unaware you had switched sentry duty with First Aid."
::Fistfight, this is Fadeaway. I'm behind the civilian. Orders are to abduct him to headquarters.:: -Fadeaway
::Yes, Fadeaway.:: -Bumblebee
"Hello, Prowl."
The SiC groaned, pushing himself upright. His optics moved around the room and were drawn to the two human femmes standing on his knees.
"Human curfew is midnight. According to my internal-" Prowl began, glaring slightly.
"Shut it, Prowlers." Leon snorted. "You're being recruited to our cause."
"That's not logical."
"It is." Ellie nodded, crossing her arms. "We have an officer bot, and there for it keeps us from getting in trouble."
"What exactly are you doing?" Prowl frowned, wanting more information.
"We're decorating the base for Christmas, which is in two days."
"Very well. As it will raise morale by seventy-three percent."
"Llamas, this is Sundance. Agent Searchlight has joined our cause. Over."
"Searchlight, your duty is to help the Double-D's." Ellie slid off his knee and pointed to the door.
"Double-D's?"
"The Tiny Twins. Hurry up. We have to stay here and decorate. Shoo."
"This is Renegade, checking in. Over."
"This is Redwood. The Triangle has been set up. Fadeaway, Fistfight, and Scorecard are currently decorating the Triangle. Over."
"This is Riddler. Trapline and I are nearly finished with the hall lights. Over."
"This is Searchlight. Foliage is nearly complete. Double-D's are in the brig. Over."
"What did they do? Over"
"They failed to quit fighting. There for, as is my right and job, I put them in the brig. The mission was compromised. Over."
"Right. Over"
"This is Sundance. Secret Mission is operational. Completion is seventy-six percent. Over."
"Rodger. Redwood, Scorecard, stay out of trouble."
"Who us?! Nothing's gonna happen. Over."
"I'll keep an optic on them, Renegade. Over."
"Right. Fadeaway, brig them if they're causing trouble. Over."
"Rodger that. Over."
Leon grinned, glancing over her shoulder once more before look back down at the screen she was sitting in front of. Once this finished loading, she could move on to Secret Mission Two.
The console pinged, and the mechanic fiddled with the computer a moment before leaving and locking the door behind her after resetting the codes for the door.
She stealthy made her way down the hall to the partially open hanger doors, and she slid the backpack on her shoulder to the ground. The empty hanger mocked her for a moment before the mechanic sealed off the large room, and turned the thermostats all the way down.
Code Names:
Group = Llamas
Leon = Sundance
Ellie = Renegade
Sunstreaker = Scorecard
Sideswipe = Redwood
Mudflap = Dusty
Skidz = Dasher
Mirage = Fadeaway
Jolt = Trapline
Bee = Fistfight
Wheeljack = Riddler
Prowl = Searchlight