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Red Alert had briefly considered tagging along with Kitten Prime and Company, if only to make sure Rodimus stayed safe and out of trouble, but thought better of it after contemplation. Right now, at a glance, who would even know that the small orange Terran cat is the Autobot Prime, unless someone draws undue attention to him?
As if galivanting around on the back of a horse towing a fish isn't undue attention enough.
Red Alert stops dead in his tracks as he runs that thought back through his CPU for failing a reality check. He buries his face in his hand as he continues back to his office after having retrieved some energon. After just one brief glance at the log reports, he knows he's going to need it.
The door to his office and sweet, sweet sanity closes behind him with a soft whoosh, hopefully sealing all the current madness outside for long enough for him to catch up. He and his chair both groan as he drops into it and boots up the log files again. Back to the madness.
Sounds like business as usual, fish-towing horses and all.
As if galivanting around on the back of a horse towing a fish isn't undue attention enough.
Red Alert stops dead in his tracks as he runs that thought back through his CPU for failing a reality check. He buries his face in his hand as he continues back to his office after having retrieved some energon. After just one brief glance at the log reports, he knows he's going to need it.
The door to his office and sweet, sweet sanity closes behind him with a soft whoosh, hopefully sealing all the current madness outside for long enough for him to catch up. He and his chair both groan as he drops into it and boots up the log files again. Back to the madness.
Sounds like business as usual, fish-towing horses and all.