cold-blooded-corruption
Despite submissive gesture, the mech didnât react. He didnât really know that such a gesture was made, so he remained still and listened for the sounds. Whatever he could hear. A hard task to accomplish with the hustle and bustle of the world around him.
âI agree, butâŚI almost walked into a street a little while agoâŚat least I think it was because someone told me to watch out and pulled me back out of the way..I think.â he spoke apprehensively. The enforcer turned his helm a little to where he heard transports moving past and gestured to it with a claw, which spooked a passer by.
âyeah, i know.  and donât think that the guard who was supposed  to be helpinâ ya is gonna get away with lettinâ that happen.â
THERE WAS SOMETHING gruff about the old mechâs tone. Brief and soon replaced with the neutral yet kind one used previously. His servos had dropped by now, slow and silent, and he added,
âhere tâ help ya.  and that includes helpinâ ya get to places.  so consider me yer personal guard and  guide âround Iacon. all ya gotta do is listen  and follow my lead, and if ya canât hear me  over the ruckus, then bat me upside the  helm and let me know--weâll figure out it  as we go. nothinâ to it, done somethinâ  like this before with someone less polite too.â
A FEW ONLOOKERS hurried away after the crimson Autobot sent a fiery glare. He folded in on himself; Primus be damned, these younger âbots (or in this case, âcon) in trouble types were going to be death of him. He huffed briefly, then he jerked his helm forward and took another step.
âturn around, two steps to the left. Â then keep goinâ straight âtil I tell ya otherwise.â

















