Damn that Scourge! Blitzwing's fist pounded bed, ruffling the blankets by his side. After arguing with the nurse and her attendants for several minutes, she'd finally decided that "Mr. Brandt" had best be escorted back to his room to "calm down." And when Blitzwing had in turn protested both the nurse's decision and the name she'd used to refer to him...That was when the needle was brought out.
It hadn't ended well.
So thanks to Scourge insisting on meeting that perversion of a human, Blitzwing had missed most of the day! He hadn't even gotten the chance to speak further with Megatron! What must his leader be thinking of his long absense?
Listening to the tail end of the intercom, Blitzwing sadly realized that it was far too late to establish even last-minute contact with his leader or his wingmate. He would simply have to wait until morning. Which left him with...what?
Well, there was still Lockdown's payment to secure. Blitzwing possessed only two knives (Scourge having kept the third, the slagger) and had no desire to find himself unarmed after paying off the bounty hunter. Plus, Megatron would no doubt be wanting a weapon...And now that Blitzwing had visited and searching the kitchen in person, he should have no trouble finding more knives to supplement his collection.
Mind made up, Blitzwing quickly stood and gathered his things, arming himself with one knife while leaving the other in the pillowcase, for now. Holding the open end of the pillow case in the same hand as the flashlight -- figuring he could simply drop it in the event of a fight -- he confidently strode out the door, ready to do Megatron's will! ...Even if he'd had to improvise that will himself.
M6
It hadn't ended well.
So thanks to Scourge insisting on meeting that perversion of a human, Blitzwing had missed most of the day! He hadn't even gotten the chance to speak further with Megatron! What must his leader be thinking of his long absense?
Listening to the tail end of the intercom, Blitzwing sadly realized that it was far too late to establish even last-minute contact with his leader or his wingmate. He would simply have to wait until morning. Which left him with...what?
Well, there was still Lockdown's payment to secure. Blitzwing possessed only two knives (Scourge having kept the third, the slagger) and had no desire to find himself unarmed after paying off the bounty hunter. Plus, Megatron would no doubt be wanting a weapon...And now that Blitzwing had visited and searching the kitchen in person, he should have no trouble finding more knives to supplement his collection.
Mind made up, Blitzwing quickly stood and gathered his things, arming himself with one knife while leaving the other in the pillowcase, for now. Holding the open end of the pillow case in the same hand as the flashlight -- figuring he could simply drop it in the event of a fight -- he confidently strode out the door, ready to do Megatron's will! ...Even if he'd had to improvise that will himself.