O: "Their signal hack can't extend far, or they would have brought down law enforcement on their heads already. Maybe a block or two." Unless all the police force was already stuck dealing with the mob instead...which made too much sense, really.
He kept running as he talked, quickly making another leap to another building that forced him to catch himself with a palm on the rooftop, the other bracing Cliffjumper's limp legs against his back. The sudden numbness in his leg was not a good sign, but at least it made the pain of the wound dull. The gap between rooftops was still small, as they had yet to hit another road, though the end of the block was coming up.
"...When we get to the next road, if the area is clear we're going back down and driving the frag out of here."
CJ: Cliffjumper nodded, and then, realizing Optimus couldn't see that, grunted in acknowledgement. He hoped that was true, really. This had turned out a lot messier than he thought it would be when he left this morning. He'd managed to argue down the needed amount of bodyguards before the contract was even brought up to potential takers, but now?
He didn't even want to admit that he was kind of nervous.
"Right. Seems good. The stasis shot should've worn off by then, I think," Cliffjumper muttered, casting another glance at the estimated timer counting down; half a breem left, the time had been cut in nearly half, even if this was probably taking a bit longer than necessary since Optimus was injured in such a way to impede his speed.
But the end of the block came up, and while there was still a tell-tale fuzz of ghosting along the available channels, they still seemed to be alone, and the street below was calm. Further down, there were scattered riot control, but obviously the mob hadn't spread to this part.
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He kept running as he talked, quickly making another leap to another building that forced him to catch himself with a palm on the rooftop, the other bracing Cliffjumper's limp legs against his back. The sudden numbness in his leg was not a good sign, but at least it made the pain of the wound dull. The gap between rooftops was still small, as they had yet to hit another road, though the end of the block was coming up.
"...When we get to the next road, if the area is clear we're going back down and driving the frag out of here."
CJ: Cliffjumper nodded, and then, realizing Optimus couldn't see that, grunted in acknowledgement. He hoped that was true, really. This had turned out a lot messier than he thought it would be when he left this morning. He'd managed to argue down the needed amount of bodyguards before the contract was even brought up to potential takers, but now?
He didn't even want to admit that he was kind of nervous.
"Right. Seems good. The stasis shot should've worn off by then, I think," Cliffjumper muttered, casting another glance at the estimated timer counting down; half a breem left, the time had been cut in nearly half, even if this was probably taking a bit longer than necessary since Optimus was injured in such a way to impede his speed.
But the end of the block came up, and while there was still a tell-tale fuzz of ghosting along the available channels, they still seemed to be alone, and the street below was calm. Further down, there were scattered riot control, but obviously the mob hadn't spread to this part.