::What the frag--- I didn't think it'd... I mean. I knew it was serious, not that it was that serious.:: Cliffjumper grumbled, confused and a bit annoyed Mirage hadn't made clear how very important the whole thing was, or perhaps had turned out to be.

Cliffjumper was checking his internal chronometer every few kliks as well, both for when he could get out of here, and for every moment they weren't being actively followed, nervous energy fairly rolling off his frame like dumped heat.

Oh, okay. That ain't too obvious then. Unless they have some extra slaggin' way of tellin' who's who... or more mechs along all possible routes, we oughta be gettin' there without any more interupptions, maybe...:: Cliffjumper almost said 'right?', but being that positively hopeful was probably just inviting trouble.