[Police Headquarters][Open][SLIGHTLY back-dated]

[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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[mccrane]

...you have...been like this before?

[He allows Blurr to move him to a better chair, trusting the blue bot now as he has for a long time.] I know. I know you will. Thankyou, Blurr...

[[Absolutely~ He won't ask too many more questions, if you want to answer this one.]]

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[raceme]

I passed out from working to much once, time ago. I'm not sure if you were here already but Cliffjumper's angry yelling could _{be heard} form the other side of the Haven. [Blurr smiles fro a brief moment.]

Now, try to rest as much as you can while we wait.

[ooc: ok!]