Stupid slagging train and his stupid slagging alt-mode. He was fast but he was sloppy, and Makeshift was damn sure he’d been dipping into the supply. Why else would he had left these damn tracks if he wasn’t on something? But… hiding this not only from his fellow officers, but from Megatron? The triple-changer owed him big.
He kicked the dirt over another section of treads, sneering at the scent of ethanol it released into the air. Big. The shifty officer began pacing in the alley, concentrating so much on his task that he didn’t notice the one mini foolhardy enough to stick around a murder scene. Ah, correction. “Crash site.” He shook his helm, footprints nearly done with the tracks…
(”Corrupt cops cover up crimes…”)
(Bee ducks against the wall of the alley, and if he hunkers down, he can practically hide behind his paper bundle. It’s enough to keep him screened behind a trash can and keep watch on the crooked officer. Street cops did not make a habit of covering up tracks and looking over their shoulder.)
(In fact, he could probably follow the cover-up. As Makeshift moves past his hiding place, Bee slips out and slings his papers over his back. He follows the little twin troughs that Makeshift’s kicked up to cover the trail.)
Unbeknownst to Makeshift, another mech had already followed the trail. Pax couldn’t be bought by anyone, and he knew that he was one of few. People called him ‘the good cop’ regardless of whether or not he had a partner, and it was for good reason: he’d put away more criminals than the rest of his unit combined. Most of the others regularly took bribes, ‘overlooked’ minor offenses that weren’t so minor. That lack of resolve is why this city was falling under the control of kingpins like Megatron.
He hadn’t been dumb enough to waltz into the place on his own. Pax had stayed nearby, watching the building, until he’d seen a slender mech with a mask and a dark suit leave. Megatron’s assistant. He had to be inside. He radioed a few officers he was reasonably sure he could rely on, privately, and they’d all surrounded the building. Laundromat my left taillight, he thought. ::On my signal.::
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“What d’ya mean, now?!” Megatron growled into the receiver. “If I don’t get outta this Shockwave I’m gonna have your helm mounted on my wall!” Slamming down the phone, Megatron gathered his things and hit the basement alarm, throwing open the trapdoor. “Clear out!” he yelled as he jumped down to the main floor.
Megatron's back up 