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Forest near the Chemical Plant

Oil Slick nodded at Tracer. He briefly considered making her pay up front, but she was obviously in no condition to obtain the information he required. That would also risk her giving up on getting it or breaking her apparent dependency on it. Either way he would come out with nothing, and giving up this lone vial was a small price to pay for the potential rewards.

“Very well, consider this a token of good faith.” He flipped the vial over to her. “But if you wish to have anymore you will start to provide the information I asked for. I will also assume you will keep our meetings a secret from everyone if you wish them to continue. At the slightest hint of deception or obfuscation on your part the deal will be off, permanently. Do we have an agreement?”

Forest near the Chemical Plant

Desperation flooded her entire frame as she focused, not on him, but the vial held put in front of her. Tracer was considering lunging forward and simply seizing it from his grip, but before she did he spoke and flipped the vial to her. It landed gently in the palm of her hand, her digits closing tightly around it. Tracer forced an awkward smile before she looked back up at him.
Now that she had what she needed she focused on words. There was no way she wanted to screw her chances of Oil Slick cutting off her supply.

“Agreed. I have no intention of revealing our meetings. After all, it would be detrimental to me as well.”

Tracer cocked her head to one side as she thought of something she needed to have addressed.

“How long do I have before the effects wear off? Please tell me you’ve enhanced it to last longer. I don’t know how long it’ll take for me to get the information you want.”

Forest near the Chemical Plant

The Autobot was more desperate then even he had suspected to be asking questions such as this, not to mention clutching the vial like it was the last bit of energon in existence. It would be a virtual guarantee that she would come up with the information he required. Oil Slick felt the smallest twinge of amusement at her distress, but it didn’t show on his seemingly frozen features. With the information he could gain from this arrangement he could bolster his standings among whatever command structure the Decepticons would have, be it or Starscream or someone else. While he did not crave power for its own sake, the benefits it would provide to his work would be well worth it.

“It is a new variant of Syk of my own creation. As it has yet to be tested on a functioning being I cannot say how long it will last. You can report on its duration and any other effects it has on you as part of your payment. I am sure you will be closely monitoring that in any case.”

Forest near the Chemical Plant

The scout listened intently to what the Decepticon chemist had to say in regards to the duration of the effects of the Syk. A hint of doubt crossed her processor, but it only lasted a moment before she pushed the thought aside and refocused her attention on the rest of what he was saying.

Back on Cybertron the Syk he provided lasted for a day and a half depending, of course, on the situation she was in. The more Energon she burned through the faster the drug’s effects wore off. If this altered Syk lasted longer than a day and a half then getting a majority of the information would not be very difficult.

“I’ll do that.”

She began to back off slightly. “I….I’ll contact you when I have the information you want, and the information concerning the….” She lifted the hand clutching the vial.

Forest near the Chemical Plant

Oil Slick tilted his head at Tracer. “Of course you will. I will be awaiting your reply on the usual frequency.” He would have to come up with another excuse to meet with her, but that would be a problem he could solve when he reached it. At that point the rewards would allow for some level of greater risk. For now that it was time to conclude the meeting lest Scrapper become suspicious over how long his mission was taking.

“I assume you need to return to your comrades, as do I. I have no desire to arouse suspicions among the Decepticons so if our dealings are concluded then I will be on my way.” He transformed into his alternate mode, quietly revving his engine as he observed Tracer.

Forest near the Chemical Plant

Tracer nodded in response to his affirmation that she had to return to her comrades just as he had to. She stopped her back peddling when he mentioned that he had no desire to linger any longer than he already has.

“Yes. We’re done.”

She watched as he took on his alt form and revved his engine. Tracer too took on her alt form and revved her own engine. Not wanting to stick around Tracer backed up and quickly turned around heading for the parking lot when she first arrived.

Once she was on the road she accelerated and headed East back toward Nevada and where she left Perceptor and Razr.

Nevada State Route 374 - Outside of Beatty, Nevada

With the meeting hundreds of miles behind her, Tracer accelerated along her desired route until she was just outside of the small town. With less than 2,000 inhabitants the likely hood of her being seen when she reverted to her root mode was remote at best. However, just to be sure the femme took advantage of a large outcropping of boulders.

Once concealed, Tracer transformed and slid down the side of the largest boulder. She cross-crossed her legs after she removed an injection device and the vial she had obtained from Oil Slick. Tracer raised the vial to eye level and watched intensely as the liquid sloshed from side to side. The movement was almost as intoxicating as the drug itself.

Shaking her head she broke her trance and quickly set to work getting her injector ready. A click here and a nimble insertion, and the device was prepared for use. Tracer stared long and hard at the apparatus before she finally let out a heavy sigh and tilted her head upward. Her optics focused on the sky above as she brought the injector’s extended needle to the main fuel line running along her neck.

She let out a hiss as the needle point penetrated the flexible tubing that made up her fuel line. Not wanting to endure the sting any longer than necessary, Tracer engaged the trigger letting the narcotic loose in to her systems. She quickly removed the injector and placed a hand on her neck and rubbed it gently.

A moment passed before she let the device in her hand fall to the ground and rested her head against the boulder. With her optics off lined, she wanted to give the drug as much time as possible to take full effect.

A smile began to spread across her face as she finally felt the relief of stable thought. There were no more racing thoughts, no more apprehension, and no more depression. All that remained was clear and concise. Tracer let out a satisfied sigh before on lining her optics and looking around. She picked up the injector and sored it away. Standing up, Tracer quickly took on her alt mode and got back onto Route 374.

Former Nuclear Waste Repository – Yucca Mountain

Her entire trip had only taken a few hours which meant that preceptor would most certainly be still in the mountain digging for his sample. She didn’t want to waste any time and quickly drove up to the southern portal entrance where she found Razr waiting.

Tracer transformed and looked down at her friend. Razr cocked his head to one side before he placed his paw on her foot and pressed down. Tracer let out a soft chuckle as she knelt down to his level and gave him a gentle pat.

“I told you I’d be back.”

“What do you mean ‘you’d be back’?”

Tracer shot up and turned around only to come face to face with Perceptor. The scientist turned sniper was holding the canister in one hand and the scanning device in the other, a look of concern etched on his face.

Tracer stammered but only for a moment before she conjured up an excuse.

“Oh. Uh, Perceptor. I thought I had seen something in that out cropping.” She pointed to a large formation off to the right of the entrance. “I told Razr to stay put while I had a look around.”

Perceptor seemed to physically relax taking her word; after all she was the scout.

“Ah, very good then. I take it you did not come across anything of concern?”

Tracer shook her head in response. “No. It was clear.”

“Well then. I have what I came here for. You may assume your alt mode and take us back to the bounce location. Once we’re there I’ll initiate the retrieval protocol.”

Not wanting to hesitate any longer, Tracer transformed and opened her door allowing Perceptor to place the canister, and then him within. When they reached the bounce location, the scientist and canister left her seats and Tracer transformed. Moments later the trio and their burden vanished in a beam of bright blue light.