Jump Shot, Part 2
Title: Jump Shot
Rating: T
Series: G1
Summary: There are a lot of reasons Seekers and Stunticons don't mix. This is only one of them.
Notes: I'm currently jacked up on caffeine and Lady Gaga, so you'll get at least one more part tonight.
Breakdown was halfway out of the thicket when Motormaster pulled onto the shoulder of the road, air brakes hissing. His trailer door rolled up before he'd even come to a complete stop, and Drag Strip hopped out, followed by Wildrider and Dead End. Drag Strip had his blaster drawn on the two Autobots, though they were less than functional, having gone from one hundred and ninety miles per hour to zero quite abruptly. Black smoke poured out from under the hood of the red one.
“That was dismal,” Dead End said as Breakdown pulled himself to his feet. He tugged Breakdown's arm to get him to turn around, giving him a once over. “But I suppose you'll continue functioning.”
Metal whined and shrieked as Motormaster pulled the two Autobots apart from their wreck, prying the hood off of the red one. A lick of flame went up with the black smoke, and Motormaster waved his hand to try to clear the air.
“Useless,” he said, turning to pull the hood off of the yellow Lamborghini. He gave the engine a hard look, then straightened up. “Alright, get workin'.”
“Very well,” Dead End said. Breakdown could almost hear the dispassionate sigh that should have gone with that, were it not for Motormaster. There was the sound of tires squealing, and Breakdown saw a human vehicle making a hasty U-turn in the opposite direction.
Dead End set to work cannibalizing parts from the engine of the crashed Autobot. If they were going to say to the Pit with the rest of the faction, they had to perform maintenance and repairs on themselves. It wasn't like they'd be gone forever - just long enough to have some fun at the expense of the Autobots.
“What do we do about the jets?” Drag Strip asked, blaster held loosely at his side. “You know they were looking for us.”
“They ought to learn to look in the other direction,” Motormaster grunted, gaze shifting to the trees. He was the one that decided when their jaunt ended, and Breakdown thought he might call this one in early on account of the damaged Seeker.
“Where'd they go?” Breakdown asked, optics darting up to the clouds. Had they been watching them the whole time?
“Thundercracker got nailed by your engine and crashed in the trees,” Wildrider laughed, jerking his thumb in the direction of the forest. “Skywarp probably went to cry all over him or something.”
“Yeah, but now they know where we are,” said Drag Strip. “Even if we leave now, they'll be able to track us back to the bunker, or tell someone else.”
The three of them turned to Motormaster, who was still looking off into the trees. Dead End let out a muffled explicative when something in Sunstreaker's engine shocked him, but he otherwise stayed out of the conversation.
“Drag Strip, Wildrider, go find where the jet crashed,” Motormaster finally said. “Drag him back here by his wings if you have to.”
The two of them transformed and sped off, Drag Strip swerving around trees, and Wildrider plowing right through them. The Seekers would hear them long before they saw them, but that didn't mean they'd lose the element of surprise. Especially since Wildrider was involved.
“Breakdown, keep an audio on the news frequencies,” Motormaster said. “Unless these two didn't radio in to base, the Autobots know we're in their territory.”
Breakdown nodded, tuning up his radio. A tire rolled by, and he looked over at where Dead End was working. All they needed, he thought, were some cinder blocks to put the Autobots up on. He repressed a snicker at thought, before a report caught his attention. Several motorists had reported the highway chase to the local police, who were probably in the midst of contacting the Autobots right now.
They would probably send a jet or use the Sky Spy, and the thought of the satellite looking down on them made Breakdown feel very exposed. He started when metal crunched on top of gravel, as Motormaster rolled the still-smoking Sideswipe into the ditch. Dead End had finished with Sunstreaker, and Motormaster lifted the Autobot by his bumper, dragging him over to his twin. He was rolled into the ditch as well, landing upside down on top of Sideswipe so that their roofs touched.
“Breakdown, get the tow cable out of my trailer,” Motormaster said, folding down into his alt mode. “We're going to leave the Autobots a pretty little present to unwrap.”
While not as comical looking as being jacked up on cinder blocks, Breakdown liked the idea of leaving the twins roped up. May be he could even tie a bow on top.
part three