Starscream flicked a wing against a gritty wind as he turned to pace back along the edge of a new - but empty - construction zone. He’d been pacing here for a while, fuming, wings held rigid, gripping a datapad in talons clasped behind his back as he walked. At last he vented, having settled on a course of action. It wasn’t a good idea, but it was the least bad, and lowest risk.
Pausing and pressing his wings into the wind, he spoke over comms. ::Waspinator, come in. I have a job for you. Come to my coordinates immediately.::
The Seeker kept a wary eye on the rubble the crews had begun clearing before they’d contacted him and he’d ordered them to fall back. He didn’t like this at all.
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