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WHO: Sentinel Prime and Thundercracker
WHERE: A seedy bar, and subsequently the back alley behind it.
WHEN: Wednesday night at some point.
WARNINGS: Death. Violent, bloody death.
SUMMARY: Sentinel is out for justice. Or revenge. Or both. And Thundercracker...well, he's not going quietly.
FORMAT: Whatever happens, happens.
Finally, Sentinel had the lead he had been waiting for.
In the days leading up to this one, he had been single-minded in his task, making the final preparations, getting everything in order so that the arrest could be made. And when it was finished, he waited for a sign. Some indication of wherethat skulking, dishonorable Decepticon was hiding himself. And as soon as he got what he needed, he moved.
And he was going to make sure that Thundercracker faced justice. Not just for what he had done to Starscream, but for what he had done to Blackarachnia - and, by extension, to Sentinel himself. He would make sure that Thundercracker would never again interfere with what was rightfully his.
That he ended up tracking his target to one of the inner city's more unimpressive bars came as no surprise. It was symptomatic of the way Thundercracker chose to live out his debauched existance. It was, in Sentinel's opinion, an absolutely pathetic way for one to spend his last minutes of freedom.
The poor fragger didn't even know what was about to happen.
WHERE: A seedy bar, and subsequently the back alley behind it.
WHEN: Wednesday night at some point.
WARNINGS: Death. Violent, bloody death.
SUMMARY: Sentinel is out for justice. Or revenge. Or both. And Thundercracker...well, he's not going quietly.
FORMAT: Whatever happens, happens.
Finally, Sentinel had the lead he had been waiting for.
In the days leading up to this one, he had been single-minded in his task, making the final preparations, getting everything in order so that the arrest could be made. And when it was finished, he waited for a sign. Some indication of wherethat skulking, dishonorable Decepticon was hiding himself. And as soon as he got what he needed, he moved.
And he was going to make sure that Thundercracker faced justice. Not just for what he had done to Starscream, but for what he had done to Blackarachnia - and, by extension, to Sentinel himself. He would make sure that Thundercracker would never again interfere with what was rightfully his.
That he ended up tracking his target to one of the inner city's more unimpressive bars came as no surprise. It was symptomatic of the way Thundercracker chose to live out his debauched existance. It was, in Sentinel's opinion, an absolutely pathetic way for one to spend his last minutes of freedom.
The poor fragger didn't even know what was about to happen.