Coalescence

I were you.” Jetstorm’s pompous voice carried more easily than the other two. Even
his asides were clear, “If I could sweat. Or had boots.”
“Since I’m further along with my components,” Side Burn interjected brashly, “Let me
finish mine first.”
“With you two goin’ on about me being far so behind, Surely I should do some
catchin’ up before Side Burn goes on tinkerin’”.
“No! Me first!”
“Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, you’ll both get a chance at the laboratory…” Jetstorm
crooned. Then snapped, “But only after I’m done because, oh yeah, it’s my lab! You
two sit down, keep your mouths locked and watch your little components – yours in
particular, Demolishor. Those pocket Monstercons are already trying to scratch their
way into the communications systems. I’ve had to shut them down.”
“Er yeah…”
“Now if you’ll excuse me,” Jetstorm’s voice came even closer, “I left something simmering
on the stove.”
“Rrwarrrroouu!!” Fangry howled. The winged wolf attempted to pry open the sealed
compartment door. “How did we fall for this?”
“We were following Demolishor’s orders.” Squeezeplay’s snaps were riddled with annoyance.
“He betrayed everything that Decepticon symbol on his chest stands for.”
A third party spoke up; it was one of the humans from the black sedan. “You sound
like you don’t want to be part of this. Can’t you see the importance of what we’re doing
here?
“Donnie, I don’t think they were asked to be here. They probably don’t even know
what’s going on.” The other human nudged the first with his elbow. “Should we tell
them?”
“Nestor!”
Fangry growled, “Tell us what, Donnie?”
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