“Oh, please,” Lock says. “he get’s cold feet at the first sign of trouble; I don’t think he’d have it in him to murder a bot.”
“Maybe that’s what he wants you to think.”
Railfire decided to calm his nerves and go to the Shot Gun.
“Well, then he could be a great actor when the war’s over,” Load says. “He’s sure got me convinced.”
Railfire walks into the bar. The seeker sees him, glares at him, and then leaves. Railfire pays him little attention.
“So. How is everyone doing?”
Railfire said, sitting down.
“Alright, all things considered,” Lock says. “What’ll it be?”
“A shot of Engex. Nothing fancy.”
Load complies.
Railfire thanks him and take the beverage.
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“Just doing my job,” Load says.
“So, anyone have any idea who our mystery killer might be?”
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“There’s a particular Autotrooper who might’ve had it in for our latest casualty, but that’s about it.”
“An Autobot? Please. They don’t have the stomach for cold blooded murder.”
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“Again: am I the only bot here who remembers all the slag the Wreckers have done?”
“We don’t have any wreckers on board.”
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“Still, my point stands. Our killer could very well be an Autobot.”
“Perhaps. Though I’ll be very surprised if it is.”
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Lock shrugs.
Alpha took another sip of his drink.
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Load walks into the bar.
OOC: He really needs to watch where he’s going. (Rimshot)
IC: Alpha noticed Load entering and kept an eye out for if anyone was looking to cause trouble.
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