A/N
Sorry that its short...and that KO might be OOC...and Breakdown...and Arcee...and Ratchet...ugh. Just not in the game today.
XVII
Mary was getting antsy. No sign of Kyle for the last few hours. Hours? It's been forever. He stormed off in a huff and now he was gone. They'd checked all over town but Kyle was nowhere to be seen. He was gone.
"He's somewhere and we will find him," assured Arcee, putting an arm around Mary. "We will find him."
"I just hope we find him before they do," whispered Mary, turning away.
"We have something!" called Ratchet.
Mary dashed over, checking over Ratchet's shoulder. On the computer screen was a series of reports. Attacks, robberies, and other assortment of problems in a line down from Jasper were reported. At the last report, there was an image, blurred, but clearly showing at least two people. Two people Mary recognized.
"Kyle's with Breakdown?" Mary mumbled.
"Looks like Kyle's turned," sighed Ratchet. "It was only a matter of time after all."
"No…there's got to be another reason," gasped Mary, pulling away. "There has to be!"
"Whatever the reason, we need to figure out what they're trying to do?" Arcee offered.
"They're moving in a line. I could probably pin point where they will hit next," Ratchet suggested.
"Go for it. I'll go tell Prime," Arcee nodded.
"I'm coming with you," Mary ordered, looking between the two.
"By the All Spark, no!" howled Ratchet, standing up.
"Kyle is my responsibility. I will help bring him back!"
"Ratchet," Arcee smirked, walking away, "She's coming whether we want her to or not."
Mary smiled, glancing at Ratchet, and crossing her arms. Ratchet rolled his eyes, turning back to the computer.
Breakdown was getting tired of watching Knockout pace. He could tell his favorite medic was stressing about this, regardless of the recent injection of medicine. They were finished travelling again, taking a break at the new town. Screamer and Soundwave had left to perform the latest bit of trouble for the poor humans of this world. Airachnid was barely paying attention to the two. Silence among all of them, except Knockout's pacing footsteps.
"Calm down, there's nothing to worry about," offered Breakdown.
"You don't have a voice rising in your body, aimed to take you over," argued Knockout.
"You just took the needle though…" shrugged Breakdown.
"It doesn't matter…it's not permanent! It's not for sure!" shouted Knockout, almost hitting Breakdown upside the head. Breakdown flinched, backing up.
"It will be…the longer you do this," assured Breakdown, patting Knockout on the back.
"I'll be more comfortable when we're back to robot form," nodded Knockout. "Or that woman is dead."
"Mary?" perked Breakdown.
"It's his weak spot. With that gone, there's nothing left for him to live for," smirked Knockout.
"Just don't go risking too much," pleaded Breakdown.
"Get a room, you two," ordered Airachnid.
"There's two of us, why don't you just leave," snapped Knockout.
"That human half of yours put some spunk into you, Knockout," hissed Airachnid, standing within inches of Knockout. "Make my day, medic…"
"I could dissect you…" Knockout hummed. "Just give me a reason."
"Enough you two!" ordered Breakdown, stepping between the two. "Soundwave will have our heads."
"Someday, Breakdown," purred Airachnid, stepping away, "just to peeve your friend here…I'll see to it you're dead."
"Like I'd let him out of my sight," shouted Knockout.
"Relax…she isn't worth the trouble," yawned Breakdown.
Knockout held his side. He could feel Kyle's thoughts edging into his head, becoming stronger. Everything hurt. He couldn't handle it. He snarled, storming passed Breakdown to the box of medical syringes. He took it up quickly, jamming it into his arm hard. Breakdown perked, racing toward him. Knockout felt the liquid enter his system, relieving the rising headache.
"Enough of that could kill you," whispered Breakdown.
"It would kill him first," snarled Knockout, panting heavily as he removed the needle. "And that…is worth the risk."