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[triggerhappycopter]

WHO: Spinister and anyone stuck in the clinic really!
WHERE: Clinic!
WHEN: A few days after that Ratchet and Tarn shindig!
WHAT: Spinister is going to steal ALL THE THINGS
WARNINGS: Potential robot shootings!



Looking at Spinister in all his gaudy, magenta and teal glory, you'd never really think that the fellow could sneak to save his life.

But he can sneak.

It was something the Scavengers were privvy to; their surgeon just literally appears out of thin air at times and you either got used to it, or you started hallucinating flashes of pink out of the corner of your optics. Fulcrum didn't really take it too well initially, the poor mech.

Compared to the cramped confines of the W.A.P., the clinic was a bit of a cakewalk. Plus most of the doors were broken anyways, so there wasn't a lot that would give the heli away. He slips into the clinic's backdoor like the most brightly colored of silent shadows.

The first thing he does is check if the broom closet was unlocked, just in case he needed a place to hide. The second thing he does is stop and listen, tracking the people in the building. Most of them were out front as far as he could tell, possibly monitoring the patients or chatting with each other.

No time like the present then.

Spinister starts picking through the cupboards and drawers as efficiently and quietly as he can.

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[triggerhappycopter]

Once freed, Spinister darts out of reach, clutching the scalpel and the box of wipes to his chest like a shield. He stares at Megatron, a horror etched into every line in his body.

The command comes as such a surprise he couldn't help but stare for a moment longer, speechless. He is being spared? The fact that Megatron didn't immediately execute him for the transgressions did not fit into any aspect of what he'd thought encounters with their leader would end like.

He takes one step back. Then another. And then he turns and quickly makes a run for it. The moment he clears the building, Spin flips into helicopter mode and flies away as fast as his rotors would allow.

[aminerproblem]

He's admittedly a little unsettled by the look of pure, utter terror on the Decepticon's face. Not that he wasn't expecting fear at his reaction, but it was different to actually see someone filled with fright for their life stumble away from him.

When Spinister leaves, Megatron allows himself to grimace as another wave of throbbing pain floods his head. He reaches down for the gun and clutches the flattened barrel in one hand and the grip and rear sight in the other, wrenching the metal apart with one furious, snarling twist, a white-hot rage briefly flashing across his optics.

The two pieces hit the ground with a metallic clang, and he moves forward to slam the door shut and lock it, and examine the damage to his face in the reflection of a broken screen.

A hand raises to the wound, finding himself shaken by his own appearance. The grooves and furrows of anger seep out of his expression as his fingers hover over the exposed frame.

[whatbedsidemanners]

"What's going on?" Red Alert had been dangerously close to being trampled by some unknown Decepticon. That in itself was extremely alarming, but she thought she heard some noises coming from the back room, and she hadn't seen Megatron leave it yet. She wasn't fool enough to go after the Decepticon herself, but instead chose to go in the back and check to see if the other bot was still functioning.

If he was, then she'd just have to get back to work.

She entered the room cautiously, her blue optics narrowed as she spotted Megatron.

"Megatron. Did you bring another Decepticon in here?" She asked coldly, willingly ignoring that parts of his face were missing.

[aminerproblem]

He looks from his reflection to Red Alert, only now just realizing he'd spent quite a long time in here for what should have been a simple task of retrieval. There's just a look of fatigue as she poses the question, the searing burn and growing headache a constant reminder of what just happened.

"Someone was raiding our storage," he replies, merely sounding tired as he bent down to pick up the pieces of the weapon that he'd twisted into mangled scrap metal.

"They only managed to run off with some scalpels and something else rather minor."

[whatbedsidemanners]

"Right." She said suspiciously. Nontheless, she gestures to him to follow her into the next room. Decepticon or not, there's no reason for him to walk around with half a face. "I should have expected looters. Perhaps I should consider "hiring" some sort of security." The proper supplies were gathered up and she pointed to a berth with her hand.

"Lie down."

[aminerproblem]

Megatron looks back out the door for a moment,"I need to get back to Ratchet soon."

He didn't exactly have time to get half his face and pieces of his jaw reconstructed while the medic was running around on crutches. But he does comply, laying down in the berth and suddenly finding himself a little dizzy at the sudden shift in position.