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[sciencetank]

... Has anyone heard from Smokescreen, of late? He's... been suspiciously silent.

[There's an awkward silence, before his tone suddenly turns brusque. As if brushing off the other words.]

Likely, he's become bored of his studies with me, and is avoiding the work. I'll... simply have to drag him back, if that's the case...

[He trails off, something in that tone failing him.]

That said... I'm in the middle of some very intensive trials. So I would prefer any and all interruptions or visitors to be kept to the bare minimum. Unless you're answering the aforementioned question.

[Translation: I'm working so hard so I don't think about missing people.]

[The feed is then full of that awkward silence until he simply shuts it off.]

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[sciencetank]

He is. He's simply... absconded somewhere, that's all.

[neverputincharge]

Yeah, that's all. I'll keep ya posted. [He plans to look, check everywhere. If nothing else, to just be sure in his own spark that the kid's not just out there dying somewhere. Specially considering the crazy Ratchet was on the loose.]

...anything else I can do for ya? Or bring ya?

[sciencetank]

Of course.

[There's silence, as if he's debating whether or not to answer.]

No. I have everything I need in my lab.

[neverputincharge]

Alright, let me know if that changes.

I'll keep ya posted.

[With that he turns off the connection.]