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ϟ||The dark room soon illuminated, a small glow coming from the far end of the fairly large room in which the speedster found himself confined in. So much room, yet he could only scoot around on his arms, the legs he would have used to speed along these walls, cut. The small mech blinked a few times, the glow a bit too bright for the optics that have been kept in the dark for some time. It would seem as though Perceptor left his datapad unattended. On purpose? Percy didn’t seem like the forgetful type of mech. Strange. ϟ|| It didn’t stop the speedster from crawling over, using most of his strength in order to obtain the datapad in his pale servos. Even more strange, he was picking up a frequency. Again, on purpose? Nonetheless, the elite guardsman stared at it for a moment. It was obviously Autobot, but he wasn’t suppose to have contact outside of Longarm and Percy. ϟ|| This would be against the rules. But he would take the chance. He moved his digits slowly, looking up at the door constantly, in case Perceptor were to somehow burst in and take it away from him, which of course was unlikely but he was paranoid. He began to type, hoping he wasn’t making a huge mistake. |Hello...? Isanyonethere? Ireallyhopethere’ssomeoneontheotherend..| His digits typed too fast, words similar to his own speech.