Her claws hooked tightly onto their armor to avoid being all but nearly tossed aside with Deadlock’s rough shoving, earning them a small snarl of warning, Dare making a show of craning her neck to show off her fangs.
“Our cell?” she whispered lowly. Of course their cell, stupid. They wouldn’t be able to freely talk about escaping this place in the halls - unless the guards were either very stupid or very arrogant and self-confident in their abilities to stop any attempts.
“Muhmuhnuhh ‘Good to hear’,” she mumbled and mocked Deadlock’s words, shaking her head as she leaped off of their shoulders to slide across the ground, muttering and making her way over to the rascals of the place, “blabla ‘scram’.” She turned around to stick out her glossa at them before finally disappearing to the corner of the grounds.
Finally, the time for lock-up came, and Dare found herself back in that cramped room with her cellie. Although excited, her face screamed impatience. She listened for the steps of the guards that soon faded away, counted the seconds, and nearly threw herself in front of the mecha.
“Start a riot right before lock-up,” she grinned, “you can get to the armory and get your blades back, there’ll be a distraction, and we can get Tenacity and other prisoners out of here while the guards try to get organized. I can make sure they won’t have that advantage.
I’m down for it. Question is, will you be ready?”
She just remembered something, then pointed at the gloves.
“Can you still get those off easy enough?”
This one time was probably one of the few-- if not really the only-- times Deadlock didn’t actually end up dreading being herded back into their cell. Sure, they absolutely hated being held up, especially in small spaces-- Deadlock wasn’t a fan of being stuck inside for long periods of times. Made them feel claustrophobic, and put them constantly on edge. Then again, locked inside and bladeless they weren’t exactly at an advantage if something happened and they were attacked.
Tilting their helm, paneling along Deadlock’s face fanned out from where it’d been mostly pressed against their helm. Waiting a few moments after Dare’s explanation before clanking the gloves together to trigger them both loose and falling to the ground. The triplechanger was all too eager to flex their claws, before reaching up to the wiring along their neck.
“Sounds simple enough...” they mused, not at all bothering to answer her question vocally, pausing as they eased their claw near to where the chip that was implanted in them was installed. Golden optics narrowing in thought as they glanced towards their wrist, “Hey, how fast are your servos?”
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