My mind was in overdrive, my body was rushing with adrenaline, and.... Oh my Primus, is Vortex still trying to kill us?!

  I jumped out of the way from Vortex's shot, taking Miko with me.

  "What's your deal, you big brute?! First, you wanna capture us, then you wanna kill us?!" I exclaimed, quite literally running for my life, "If you keep this up, your business will not get any permanent income!"

  I swear... Near death situations make you say the wierdest stuff.

  I came running towards Arcee, with Miko on my back, when I lamely tripped over nothing, backwards, and somehow bounced back up, only to fall flat on my face.

  "How in Pits is that supposed to work?!" I muttered to myself as I rubbed my poor nose.

  "Dude did you just trip over nothing?" Miko, who had landed a feet or two besides me, asked.

  "No, I attacked the ground." I answered sarcastically.

  "Backwards?" She asked, again.

  "I'm freaking talented! Now let's get to Arcee, before we become pancakes!" I exclaimed, pretty frustrated at this point.

  As we got up to run, I noticed Vortex was aiming towards us.

  'Primus Damn it.' I thought.

I grabbed Miko's arm, and pulled her down just in time. A loud explosion could be heard just behind us, and the force of it knocked us down. We recovered pretty quickly, though.

  "RUN, GIRL, RUN!!" I yelled as soon as Miko and I were up. I grabbed her arm again, this time, practically dragging her with me, with how fast I was going. I spotted Arcee up ahead with Bee and I thanked my lucky stars.

I started doubting my own plan, I mean, who would be idiotic enough to try and get captured by a deception?! Certainly not me!  Nope, frag that, I just need another way to get that part before its too late.

......

Or maybe I could just ditch them all.

That seems legit. Just ditch them, find what I need, get back to Grimmy boy, and BOOM. Problem solved.

How come the good ideas come when you're about to get killed?

"MIKO, DUCK!" I yelled out.

"I'M DUCKING, I'M DUCKING!"

We continued ducking and weaving through the crossfire, praying to whoever was listening that we didn't get barbecued, until we made it over to the bot's side.

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[And that's it. That's all I wrote before I discontinued it.]