Understood
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Chapter 2
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Tailgate watched Swerve across the street with Gamma and Hot Zone, the three talking to the musician who'd brought his electro-harp to play on Seventh Cycle Street for odd change. The night was the first nice one after an unusual few days of heavy rain, and people seemed to be filtering into the district for drinks and carousing despite the mid-decacycle timing.
A group of Puppycons wandered past, already well fueled on what the taverns offered, and were drawn to the musician's post beneath the streetlight, a few of them dancing and one grabbing Gamma for such. Puppycons were a staple of those that came to Overdock for a bit of escape—excited by their new lives as Decepticons, thrilled with the hiring bonus in their pockets, proud of the fresh purple brand upon their chest, titillated by the pleasures Kaon offered. Their sergeants would usually lecture them about not getting too inebriated, keeping a close eye on their money, how to conduct a transaction with a prostitute, and staying out of dark alleys, and then point them in the direction of the right mass-transport train to get to and from Seventh Cycle Street.
"Hi," said the smallish grounder lightly. He leaned in and gestured at the bundle of black wires around Tailgate's arm. "Are you available?" He smelled of cheap oil and slightly better highgrade.
"I am," answered Tailgate, stretching up his arms and trying to look effortlessly graceful while showing himself off. Femmes made the move easily while it was a challenge for most mechs. "I could be yours for a while if you like what you see," he said, hoping the phrase sounded sexy. He felt sexy. He and Swerve had spent most of the afternoon touching up their paint and polishing themselves.
"I've only got five hundred credits left. I don't know if that's enough."
"That's enough for a cycle of my time and a hotel room." Tailgate turned his gaze to the hotel tower that was the Overlock Lodger. It was one of the cheapest places to get a berth. "Want to go have a little fun with a fun little mech in the Lodger there?"
The dull red Puppycon nodded. "We could?"
"Sure."
He looked back at his group for a moment and then at the Overdock Lodger. "There?"
"Yep." Tailgate took his arm and led him toward the entrance. ::Hey Swerve, I've got one. Good luck with getting one for yourself.::
::Have fun. Be safe.::
::Always.:: Tailgate sent back.
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"Understood" continues in Chapter 3
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