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[mccrane]

This is...a general...alert.

[The video shows McCrane, who is trying to look very composed despite his voice sounding haggard and his green optics glowing very dim.]

The prisoner...

Ratchet.

He escaped...from his cell a few...minutes ago.

[Those who know the police headquarters well miiight recognise that McCrane appears to be resting on one of the bunks in the prison, leaning heavily against the wall.]

I am sorry.

[Locked to fellow Police members.]

Prowl. Blurr. I...I am malfunctioning.

[McCrane does not understand the idea of being sick. He was not programmed to be sick.]

I need...one of you...to take over operations here. The rest of you...please begin tracking down the prisoner.

[That is the extent of his tactical expertise right now. He's trying. He's really, really trying.]

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[thxforthememories]

Are you hurt?

[No, we're not discussing anything else right now. The other BP takes priority. And judging from the sound of moving air, he's already en-route.]

Did he harm you? I'm on my way.

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[mccrane]

Harm me?

I...no.

Not physically.

[McCrane's optics flicker.]

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[thxforthememories]

That isn't reassuring, McCrane.

[He doesn't typically sound so stern, but --]

I'm nearly to the station. I'll be inside in a moment.

[voice/action | locked to the Police Force]

[raceme]

ImalreadyonmywaytothePoliceForce. Did he hurt you? Don't worry I'll get you to the medbay.

[voice/action | locked to the Police Force]

[mccrane]

Thank you Blurr.

Thank you.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It...it is something like Tarn. I just have been feeling worse and worse.

[Ratchet must have done this to him, he just does not understand how.]

[voice/action | locked to the Police Force]

[raceme]

[McCrane you are breaking his spark.] Don't tire yourself talking, McCrane, I'm almost there.

Like Tarn? There seems to be an epidemic going on.

[And after a few more seconds he gets to the Police Force.] McCrane!?

[deadlydoctor]

Those are really great news. Tell me about your injuries.

[mccrane]

No injuries.

Not physically.

...

Knock Out, is it possible for a Cybertronian to send a virus without my having...accepted it?

[He knows better than to accept strange data packets, but this must have been caused by Ratchet somehow.]

[deadlydoctor]

Yes, it is. Among other things, Megatron designed his own biological weapons. But if what you caught is the same as the other mechs here you will feel better in a few days, McCrane.

Can someone bring you to the medbay?

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[kungfugeek]

OI! McCrane!

[As if he already wasn't aware that you were calling him.]

Where are you?

[He'll worry about Ratchet in a minute.]

[Audio]

[mccrane]

I'm...at headquarters.

...

Power Joe, you are from further in the future than I am, aren't you?

[Its a relevant question, he promises.]

[Audio]

[kungfugeek]

Good, I'll come to you!

...

[Although the response to that question...]

Yeah, it's weird. I know. Can we talk about this later?

[0perator]

If I find anything actionable on where that Maverick is, I'll pass it on.

You don't look so hot. Take care, ok?

[mccrane]

Please do. If he had the power to do this, there may be worse he is capable of.

I do not...

I do not want anyone else hurt because of me.

Be careful.

[He is going to blindly accept the help at this point, because what you're saying sounds logical.]

[0perator]

[She frowns. His wobbly-ness is rather eerily similar to the way X reacts to the Sigma Virus.]

You might wanna drop by the medbay.

And don't worry about me. I'll keep my distance, and make sure as many people as I can do the same.

[heartdive]

Maybe you should lay down...?

[mccrane]

Do you think that would help?

[He's sitting on the prison bunk, leaning against the wall...but he has to admit that even this much activity is causing him dizziness.]

[heartdive]

It's always what mom said to do when I was feeling sick. The room will stop spinning, that's for sure.

[calibrates_big_guns]

[That has Garrus' attention. He's about to offer back-up but ...]

I don't know much about synthetics but, you don't look so good.

[mccrane]

I feel...wrong. This has never...happened to me before.

[Or any of the Brave Police, as far as he knew.]

I fear Ratchet may have released a virus.

[calibrates_big_guns]

Anyone else showing symptoms, or is it contained?

[Either way, this just got a lot more dangerous given how many robots are around here. If there's some kind of computer virus it could put a lot of them out of commission.]

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[letmefixyou]

I'd hardly call it an escape, officer.

[man he has the biggest shit eating grin right now. too bad mccrane can't see it!]

Funny how they put a mech who can barely stand on guard duty. You lot aren't all that clever, are you?

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[mccrane]

Ratchet.

You...

You will not get away with this.

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[primest]

Escape-- how?!

[HE WAS IN A SECURE CELL??]

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[mccrane]

I am...

I was foolish and opened the cell to give him his sustenance.