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Hotshot hummed as he scanned the vents, crawling forwards to one of the forked pathways. He was hungry, so his little nose was sniffing around and he finally pointed a direction. “Dis way! T’get nummies!” He replied, starting to lead the way through the vents.

Shaid chirred and smiled as Hotshot got the train of the nummies. He moved with the other sparkling quickly, scurrying through the vent to get to their goal. The shattered sparkling looked through vent covers now and again when they passed, seeing various rooms they were under and could go to later. 

To the vent they went, hands curled together as they hurried along. The side of the pen falling wasn’t very quiet. Ambulon could come back any moment and recapture them–so once at the vent, Hotshot was quick to get the hatch open so they could climb in.

“Huwwy!” He exclaimed, ushering Shaid in. He’d follow in after and once far enough in, aside from the broken Sparkling pen, there was no telling where they’d went. “Fwew! We gotted aways!”

Ambulon did come back, but he was cursing up a storm as he saw the two had gotten away. He gripped his helm and then moved to get one of the drones that could fit in the vents, for maintenance purposes, so that he could find where the little ones were.

Prowl continued with his rest. The massaging of his wing pulled a soft noise from his sleeping form.

Hotshot sighed in relief when they were finally left alone, hugging Shaid and maneuvering him towards where the latch was being hidden. “Dere’s a fwoor hidey wite dere. We jus’ gotsa get da watch undones.” He explains, pointing to the easily accessible floor vent. 

“I fink yer fingies tan gets da watch.”

When Ambulon left, Shaid relaxed some and turned to hug Hotshot for a moment before the other began to tell him how they could get out of this prison. Shaid nodded in agreement to what Hotshot told him and went to work. He slid his little clawed fingers into the hidden latch, feeling the mechanism that was keeping them trapped. 

Shaid wiggled and worked them around until he heard a click and felt the latch lift. The shattered sparkling squealed happily then moved to the other side to open it too so there was an easier time for them to get out. It was only a few moments later before the latch came up and the side of the pen fell forward, unable to hold itself together with the latches being undone. 

Hotshot, the ever intelligent sparkling that he was, had already been looking around the pen and devising a way to get out with the help of his visor. He’d found a weak point, a spot where Shaid’s claws could easily undo the latch… They just needed the big meany-helm to leave first.

“He’s big an dummy Shaid. He dunno hows ta tawk wite.” Hotshot huffed in binary, winglets high to make himself look big and scary. 

“He an’ adawt, he don’t knahw” the other sparkling beeped to Hotshot and glared at Ambulon, who just felt like he was being trash talked by the two little ones. Ambulon sighed and shook his helm, “Look, just... stay here, please? I don’t want you getting hurt” he told Hotshot more than Shaid, but he knew the two wouldn’t pick up on that.