Cyan eye’s looked around the deserted environment, scanning a few layers under ground for any new heat signatures or masses. This was such a tedious mission- H.Q. claimed it was vital that the techno organic and Autobot not screw this up, which quite honestly insulted Mack. You set off one trip wire and almost get your eyes shot out by a trap, and suddenly they put a child label on your forehead.
With a huff she pressed a button disguised as an earring, starting up a radio scanner in hopes to pick up some conversation. All she heard was a soft static, causing her to cross her arms and white, metal eyebrows to pull together. Where was all the action? Where was the supposed threat that the mother and daughter duo had to eliminate? The woman huffed and jumped from her perch, keeping the radio on but switching back to her more human appearance. The jewels and pieces of metal that hung around her ribs jingled as they switched out for flesh that was soon covered by a thin cargo jacket.
She sat down next to the hidden transformer, arms crossed again and a clear look of displeasure on her face.
“Is dócha a thug dúinn an suíomh mícheart, morons.”
Mack grumbled under her breath, shaking her head before resting her chin in her palm.
“What do ya’ t’ink we should do, mama?”
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