Series: The Ghost Unit
Title: Reading Habits (17)
Setting: IDW Transformers, inspired by the "What's Wrong with a Little Destruction" 'verse by ajremix
Note: Many thanks to rexlapinii and ajremix for beta-ing!
Summary: Sometimes, you really shouldn't give in to curiosity. Something which Flagship always seems to forget...

Reading Habits
"The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books."
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The sight of Deadline walking by his office door in his usual, ground devouring stride was hardly anything unusual. That he was followed moments later by Fallout, also moving at high speeds with her sensor panels flat against the back of her helm was also not entirely new and he really didn't give it much thought. Salvo scurrying along at an equally rapid pace with Wildside not far behind however was something new - not because of Salvo, whom all were used to see run about for this reason or that (usually after someone, though lately he'd been seen scrambling out of Deadline's path with some measure of haste, as well). However, seeing the usually slow and steady Wildside look over his shoulder while literally scurrying away from something was definitely not normal.

Curious, Flagship stood from his desk and ambled towards the door of his office, expression calm save for a light touch of curiosity. He wasn't hearing anything alarming on the team channel - which was perhaps quieter than usual, he supposed - so it wasn't like there was anything truly serious to wor-

"It's HORRIBLE!"

With a start, Flagship half-turned, the motion placing him in exactly the right way for a blubbering Longshot collapsing in his arms with a sob.

"How could he DO that?! The sparkless bastard just left after promising-" The sniper's words dissolved into nigh incomprehensible bawling and Flagship - acting entirely by reflex - gathered up the red and black in his arms, patting his back soothingly while trying to figure out exactly what was going on and who he had to kill to make it right again.

Right up until he caught side of the lurid picture flickering on the romance holo-novel Longshot was waving under his nose while giving him the most spark-rending look he'd ever seen the mech manage. (And considering it was Longshot, this was saying quite a bit.)

The words 'Callsign said you'd understand' did stand out from the rest of the unintelligible babble coming from the devastated mech.

Still patting Longshot's shoulder while making soothing noises, Flagship slowly turned his head, carefully eyeing the expanse of sky outside his office window from the corner of his optics.

#CALLSIGN!#

With a gleeful "eeep!" the watching flier flipped around in mid-air, waggled a wing cheerfully at his victim and jetted off for safer heights.

Current Mood: cheerful