Nightshift 40: Staff-Only Food Counter

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

[bolding marching in from here]

The next door was much easier to find; it wasn't as though this new room was very large, or had much of anything interesting to look at. The target, on the other hand, was nearly in sight, or would have been if all these walls weren't in the way. Blitzwing crossed the tiny room quickly, eager to press on -- only for the door to stand firm and refuse to open.

This was so unexpected that at first Blitzwing didn't quite realize what was happening; he simply tried to open the door a second time. But no, it was quite plainly locked. What a time for this place to suddenly develop security, when they were so close to completing the mission! Blitzwing stepped back and regarded the door with an angry growl, before turning back to Lugnut, who of course should have been right behind him, because where else would he be?

"What are you waiting for? Break it down!"

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[haplesstracker.livejournal.com]

Sure, it was easy for Blitzwing and Lugnut to remain cool, they were the biggest people in this place. The snake would choke on them. With Scourge he'd be lucky if he just gave it the worst case of indigestion it had ever had.

The tracker clamped his mouth shut on any further protests about the clear and imminent danger of their situation, but stuck close to Blitzwing anyway and clutched his frying pan like a teddy bear. So far they'd protected him...but then again, so far he hadn't needed the protecting. The worst injuries he'd gotten were at Lugnut's hands.

[hailmegatron.livejournal.com]

With a growling grumble at being bossed around, Lugnut trotted up to the door, gave it a cursory examination, and kicked it open, one foot slamming into it right next to the knob.

It crashed inward, hinges protesting the treatment, and Lugnut hissed, rocking back as a wave of pain surged up his leg. What he wouldn't sacrifice to be metal-clad again....

Wincing, he caught his balance and looked towards Blitzwing, pretending his foot didn't burn and stab like it was dipped in a smelting pit. "That good enough?" he asked, tone a bit stained and sullen.

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

"It will do," Blitzwing said, looking at Lugnut curiously. It was hard to tell with someone so perpetually stoic, but there was something about that sound he'd made just now that Blitzwing didn't really like...

"...Is there something wrong?" he asked after a moment, indicating the foot that Lugnut now seemed to be having trouble with, if his unsteady stance was any indication.

[haplesstracker.livejournal.com]

And again Lugnut breaks himself. Great. Scourge doesn't dare comment but he folds his arms and looks resignedly annoyed at the foolishness of his comrades.

[hailmegatron.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine," Lugnut snapped, voice strained. "Go find your knives, Blitzwing." Very purposefully, he set the foot down on the ground, and very carefully didn't make any pained sounds as it tooks some of his (rather considerable) weight.

What the slag were these bodies built from, graphite and twist-ties?

[lossofface.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Blitzwing believed that about as far as he'd trust Swindle's next greatest bargain. It was beyond him how Lugnut could manage to damage himself kicking in a human-built door, but he'd never get an explanation as long as his wingmate was being proud and stubborn about it.

"Fine," he said roughly, with a shrug. "You can guard the door. Come on, Scourge."