[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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[thxforthememories]

[There's a squeeze of his hand... and he's left wondering, just for a moment, at it.]

[Only a moment, though. That's all the time he has before he has to brace himself to keep McCrane from slipping right out of his grasp. It's not like carrying Shadowmaru, in any of his forms, save the tank. He wobbles, dangerously.]

[But he's determined.]

Fine. I'll be fine.

[As long as he doesn't hit rough terrain, that is.]