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Prowl was charting a map. It was a mental map, but Prowl privately congratulated himself on it being a very exact and precise mental map of the whole of the Aldebaran “ark.” He hadn’t been inside every building or seen every tree, of course, and he was absolutely not taking this fragile hard light meat sack into the ocean because Primus below only knows what kind of awful animals might be down there. But aside from that, it was pretty good.
Now, he was heading back to his “home base,” if you could call it that. Prowl still hadn’t found any bugs or traps in the room he had woken up in, despite searching it thoroughly every time he returned, and as suspicious as this whole setup was to begin with, he was starting to believe that a bedroom sometimes is just a bedroom.
Still, the rest of the building was still suspect. He hadn’t forgotten all the strange gears he had seen waiting in the walls, and the place just looked creepy. The whole neighborhood was creepy. But at least he was on edge; there was nothing worse than being relaxed when a sudden problem cropped up.
Prowl was enveloped in all of these thoughts when he ran into a lamppost headfirst. He stumbled back, confused, and annoyed, and in a rather significant amount of pain for holomatter pain receivers, he thought. And it was then that he noticed a lanky human on the other side of the street. Prowl’s face twisted into a scowl. Hopefully they didn’t see that.