Medical Ward, IHQ, Cybertron -

Fleet is already in the medical ward, getting some of the holes in his armor patched up.

The drone immediately comes up to Reflector and works on him, even before the three robots reach a medical bed. The trio turn their heads to regard Fleet. Reflector coughs.

Fleet looks up as the trio cough, flinching as he realizes who it is. He looks down and doesn't bother to stifle a sigh. "Erm... hello, Reflector."

The Super Spy stares towards Fleet as hoses are hooked up to the trio of mechs. The hoses are to pipe in much needed Energon after exerting so much energy in the little battle. The three mechs grunt, "What's wrong, Fleet?"

Fleet shakes his head, leaning forward to allow the medic better access to his damaged wing. "Just... regret my performance out there, is all." It wasn't as though Fleet cared to be some sort of super warrior, oh, no, far from it, but the yellow seeker tended to be a bit frailer than his fellows, which wasn't a good quality in a warrior, and he sometimes worried that some one might decide he wasn't worth the energon to keep around.

Reflector chuckles, "What are you talking about Fleet?" The super Spy watches the Seeker, "You did great out there. Repelled the Autobot and everything. Did you not see my report?" A smirk plays across the faces of Reflector.

Fleet's optics widens as he hears this, and he looks up at Reflector with an expression of badly supressed alarm. "You didn-!" he starts, then darts towards the nearest terminal, much to the annoyance of the medic trying to patch up his wing. He pulls up the report and skims over it.

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Message: 2/7 Posted Author

Report from the Warrens Sun Dec 05 Reflector

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<Reflector appears>

Following my orders I decided to return to Cybertron and commence recon and surveillance duties on Autobot holdings. The Warrens were my first choice. I brought Fleet along with me in order to assist me incase the worst were to happen. I managed to capture several scans and create a detailed map of the external structures of the construction site at the Warrens. Attached at the end of this report will be my scans and the map I have created. While at the Warrens, Fleet and myself were intercepted by the Autobot Mirage. Thanks to Fleet, who handled Mirage nicely, we managed to escape with the information that I have gathered. Fleet is to be commended for his abilities as a warrior. Once the dents have been hammered out of my frame from the experience I will seek out my next target of opportunity. Reflector out."

<Map file attached>

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Fleet clenches his fists momentarily before ordering them to relax, and spins, staring at Reflector. "You... you..." *BOOTLEG* he thinks. "Why?"

Reflector raises his brow a bit, getting up off the med table, each component doing it at the same time, "Why not? You want to be up-staged by a recon unit that transforms into a camera?" The three robots grin at Fleet, "Don't approve of my report?"

Fleet frowns and considers, returning to the table to allow the medic to finish his wing. Truth be told, he'd just as soon stay off the stage entirely, but somehow, somewhere along the way, that ceased to be an option. He goes back to leaning forward, pulling up his left knee and resting his forearm against it. Reflector had a point. Much as he didn't care for positive attention, it was still better than the negative kind. "Don't see how I can disapprove of it, right?" He lowers his voice in an attempt not to be overheard, trusting that the medic behind him was too distracted by his duties, "It's what you reported, so it must be what happened. The recording makes it reality."

The trio of robots nod slowly, "Indeed, that's what it seems like right?" The robots move closer to the Seeker, circling around him. Reflector's components are short little guys, but they stare at Fleet. Each of them have their arms crossed over their chest, "I must thank you for coming to Cybertron and assisting me. I know your orders haveyou on Earth."

Fleet narrows his optics and glares at whichever Reflector happens to be closest to his head, but the expression fades quickly. It's just not worth the energon expenditure to stay in a higher emotional state over something he can't do anything about, anyway. "To which I'll be returning shortly," he replied coolly. "But... you're welcome." If Reflector weren't in a position to know better, the last comment could have been mistaken for sincerity.

The trio grin at Fleet and they turn away from the Seeker, "I hope we get to work together more often. We are a good team, I think." The three of them state in unison, "Make sure these medics give you the best possible attention. We need you in tip top shape." with that the three robots move into a single file line and head for the exit.

Fleet emits a soft, sighing sound as he rests his head against his forearm and knee, not answering the spy. He wasn't sure which would have been worse: an honest report, or the one actually made, but at this point it didn't really matter, and he would have to learn to deal with the report that was made.

Reflector moves west to the IHQ Central Chamber.

Reflector has left.