Duty time

[autobotspringer]

[Time: Thursday, afternoon

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[nervous_flier]

*Grumbling to himself at his time with Trailbreaker being interrupted yet again, Silverbolt sent an reply to the text.*

Acknowledged. Meet me in the meeting room on level 3?

[autobotspringer]

On my way. ...Soon as I find it. *chuckles at himself and brings the map back up, locating the room and heading off at a trot*

[nervous_flier]

*Once he'd made his excuses to Trailbreaker, Silverbolt headed for the meeting room himself and waited for the older mech to arrive. Truthfully, he wasn't completely sure why Springer had requested the meeting but figured it couldn't hurt to try and maintain some sort of civil relationship with the Triplechanger since the air-based Autobots were in sore and short supply. Last thing they needed was another Blades on their hands.*

[autobotspringer]

*One wrong turn later, Springer sauntered in, flashing a smile at Silverbolt* So this is the sparkling who already outranks me. I've been hearing a lot about you since I got here.