by Ember » Mon Oct 17, 2011 12:46 pm
- Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
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.