Nightshift 38: West Wing, North Hall 1-B

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Now, if Teisel were a sixties-numbered room, where would he be? It shouldn't be too far away. He only had two directions to go in from here. Farther down the hall were women's rooms, if he remembered the nameplates right. The rooms were probably arranged in a grid, so...

No sense standing around. He had a fifty-fifty chance of going the right way, so he might as well go...to the right? Why not.


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His first instinct was to lash out angrily at the haughty flesh-creature; how dare you order me, the great Starscream, as if I were some mindless peon created to do your bidding? Yet the Decepticon held his tongue; I have nothing better to do tonight...I'd rather not deal with that 'meta-bitch' if it can cause such injuries as this human seems to have sustained. Besides, if I can somehow gain his trust, I just may be able to gain a pawn of my own in this wretched place.

"Very well," Starscream started with a resigned sigh, "follow me. As I stated, they are not far from here." He walked toward the southern exit of the hallway, stopping at the door to his right and opening it for his slower companion. "By the way," he smirked, "you never gave me your name, something considered quite rude by you humans, from what I've heard."

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Jason glared at the open door. He really didn't want to put his back to the potential meta with the state he was in. He was too slow to be sure of blocking an attack. But if the bastard was planning on taking him out he'd do it soon before they got anywhere near the showers, assuming that he was even taking Jason there as opposed to just leading him around until he could be killed.

The hell with it. If he was going to wind up fighting off an attack anyway he'd rather do it now.

"My name? It's-" He paused, fishing for a suitable alias, something that normally came without thinking. "Richard. Grayson." Shit. That had been too obviously faked. Hopefully Starscream didn't actually care who he was and was just trying to distract him.

Doing his best to appear even slower and less attentive than he already was - which was disturbingly easy and less faked than he liked - Jason stepped through the door, expecting Starscream to use the opportunity to try and finish the job the bitch outside had started.

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"It's...a pleasure, Richard," Starscream responded, continuing to hold the door as the human snuck through. The Decepticon had noticed the pause and realized its intention, but he didn't care; eventually, the continued use of "human" and "flesh-creature" would have become monotonous, and loathe as he was to admit it, the earthlings had shown enough ingenuity in the past to be worth the smallest bit of respect, and that included individual names. Whether "Richard" was this creature's name or not did not bother him; it was SOME handle, and that was that.

Starscream did pick up on "Richard's" nervousness and paranoia, however, for he himself was quite familiar with such glances and self-guardedness. The Decepticon offered no words of encouragement, however, delighting in the unintended anguish he was causing his companion. Letting the door close behind with a loud slam, he overtook the sluggish human and led him to the bathroom doors.