Depth Charge arrived at the room with his vigour renewed in spite his conversation with Blitzwing- not that the ‘con had been any less infuriating than he’d anticipated, but at least their conversation had been... interesting. And, as much as he hated to say it, having something solid in his stomach really seemed to aid his concentration. But reflection wasn't on the agenda. He had work to do.

It seemed strangely perfect that the games room would be where he could finally unmask X. No, not ‘could’. Would. Now wasn’t the time for doubts. If he wanted to get around X this time he’d have to give it his all.

The messages on the bulletin board… they looked about right. For a while he hadn’t been convinced that X would bite at all, but looking back? The first response had been too eager, the second not eager enough. As for the third… a reluctance to meet, the simple elegance of the script, the physical description: all of it seemed to fall together into a kind of twisted jigsaw puzzle, with X’s face plastered all over it. He may have had to force politeness in writing to keep the answers coming, but in person? No dice.

His hands balled tightly into white-knuckled fists. Oh, yes. Depth Charge was ready alright.