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CSI: Ark - 6 of 9What are you so mad about, Sides?CSI: Ark - 6 of 9
Sideswipe looked up at Jazz as he helpfully handed him another data slate for the Intelligence Officer to glance cursory over before tossing it to the hefty pile at his back. Our one tracker. Our one good shot at finding Mirage. Right under my optics. He shook his fists and voiced a deeply exasperated sound that merely made his senior smile. I can just about hear Sunny laughing at me!
He watched Jazz slouch back on his chair until he seemed about ready to topple over. Sides. Dude. Do you really believe this whole mess is still und


CSI: Ark - 5 of 9Prowl looked up from a data slate as the door to his office hissed open, and cocked a brow at his visitor. Why do you persist on sneaking into my office? Theres no more need for it.CSI: Ark - 5 of 9
Sunstreaker shrugged. When else am I gonna get the chance? He threw the SIC a canny, wickedly amused look. And I keep hoping youll change your mind.
Absolutely not. Prowl went back to analyzing the report on his data slate. The crime has been committed. The murderer has all the information he needs to carry on with any further efforts, if he feels such are necessary. &


CSI: Ark - 4 of 9The Intelligence Officer steepled his fingers before his face and stared at the mech currently sitting on the other side of his desk. Mentally, he was writing a How-to-Kill-Prowl list. It was highly detailed and had a little over a hundred items on it.CSI: Ark - 4 of 9
Prime was sitting before him with his usual calm, unmoving confidence. The mech was a rock, an ever-present bulwark of stability, and Jazz damned silently to the Pit and back the faceplate his CO wore, hiding everything but the calm blue optics. He waited, watching as Prime looked about himself before returning his gaze to the Porsche. So you remembered you have an office.


CSI: Ark - 3 of 9Several hours later the Intelligence Officer lowered his head to the crook of his arms with a long groan and banged his forehead quietly against the desk. He half-suspected Prowl of rearranging the shifts so that everyone and their damned Creator had been up for one reason or another in the wee hours of the morning either that, or the killer had gone to an awful lot of trouble to make Jazzs life very long and boring. Without lifting his head he stared at a data slate by his side and blotted from it the names of Fireflight and Air Raid. After a moment he blotted out Blades as well, with a mental shrug. Primus knew thereCSI: Ark - 3 of 9
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"We are one in soul, in heart, and in mind so why do we fight?" Autobot Saber Horses
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"We are one in soul, in heart, and in mind so why do we fight?" Autobot Saber Horses
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