Transformers Rescue Bots - The Present

87: Run For Your Life - S

Chase really messed up when he tried to be Mayor, and now he needs to run for his life.
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"Heatwave, why are you looking at me like that?" They finally fixed up the random fireworks that the Mayor had planned, but it really didn't go that well. Chase was very clueless why Heatwave was giving him such a death glare.

"You have five seconds."

There is a quick moment of silence before Chase bolts for it, knowing for a fact that Heatwave wouldn't be far long after to chase him. Heatwave never really enjoys apologizing, and with how stupid Chase had been while being Mayor, there are a lot of things Chase needs to do before he can forgive him.

"HEATWAVE!" Chase was freaking terrified as he was being chased, more importantly, if he could remain alive to fix out some sort of way to get the bot to forgive him for the stupidity.

"Uh, Dad, do you think Chase will be ok?" Cody says, noticing how the two bots vanish from view from around the corner.

"Will Chase be ok not being mayor or after Heatwave finds him?" Chief Burns checks, knowing for a fact that probably only one could be answered at the current moment of time.

"I would say both but I feel like I already know the answer for both of them." Cody then realizes something. "Wait, weren't they supposed to drive us back?"

"Yes son, but something tells me that they won't be doing that for a while." The man says, looking to see that at least everyone else is still here.

"Seriously though, will Chase actually be unscathed when we get back to the firehouse or will Heatwave be attacking him?" Dani questions out of pure curiosity.

"You forgot to mention that he might still be finding him." Graham points out. "But that seems unlikely with how they left."

They managed to all return to the firehouse at one point, entering to find that both Chase and Heatwave were not present in the main garage. As they thought the two bots might still be out in the streets, they heard a quick scream and nonsense of yelling.

No one said anything, debating to themselves if they should head downstairs to investigate exactly what is going on. They eventually do, and find Heatwave just casually sitting on Chase as the poor police bot display much pain within his face plates.

"Heatwave, please-" Chase very much sounded like he was in pain, but Heatwave had been quick to pin down the arm with his pede.

"You can handle it." He replies.

"You kicked me in the chambers!" Chase wheezes out. "You probably also mangled my arm!"

"It is very hard to mangle your upper arm, trust me, I know." He responds. "And so what if I did kick you in the chambers, you can't do it back."

"One day, we will all kick you right there." Blades states, knowing for a fact it may happen one day where Heatwave will actually have one.

"You realize I've already done it to many others, correct?" Heatwave says.

"Yeah. . . . ." Boulder can count the many times it has happened, after all, he witnessed pretty much all of them. "But we will one day."

"In your dreams."