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Chapter 15: Door At The End of The Tunnel
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"Sounds good to me." Red Convoy said, dropping all interest of Colour from his attitude. Colour was shocked to find that Red suddenly wasn't interested in her.
The five of them walked outside and onto a platform. The platform descended down into the base and stopped at the beginning of a long transparent tunnel.
Colour transformed into her stock car mode and her predacon troops followed. Red Convoy transformed into his fire truck and Sandstrike transformed into his snake mode. Instead of getting in the cockpit, he wrapped himself around the ladder on the back of the truck.
As they traveled through the tunnel, they could see the marine life swimming around them. Two cars ahead of Convoy was Colour, her purple and blue race car kept the head of the convoy.
At the end of the tunnel, the maximals and predacons reached a solid blast door. Colour was the last transform and walked up to the door. She looked at it a while, while Baja and Primor looked on like sparkless drones.
"Don't forget to knock, chick." Red Convoy stated to Colour, repaying the insults she dealt on him earlier. She paused for a second, the remark really getting to her. She spun around furious.
"Hey maximal, I am the CDP here, okay?" Colour spat at him.
"Since when am I under predacon command?" Red Convoy returned, looking down on her.
"You Convoy's think you are so big on leadership, don't you?" She persisted, "I'd like you to show me how to be like a Convoy too. The blast door, It's sealed shut."
Red Convoy shrugged and transformed into battle mode, his fire truck ladder and vehicle weapons deploying over his head and shoulders. His chest cannons came online and he fired several blasts at door. Smoke rose in the tunnel. When it was over, he could hear Colour cough. "Point taken," she said.
Red Convoy's chest cannon's retracted and his ladder folded back up over his back. Sandstrike walked up to him amazed. "You looked like Optimal Optimus!"
"Yeah, I get that some time." He said. He looked to Colour for a comment on his ego, but got none. Looks like the hard-shelled pred lady has feelings after all, he thought.
The smoke around the door eased up and there was an opening large enough for half of Unicron's head. CDP Colour send Baja and Primor in first. The two marched in with pride.
Sandstrike was about to head in when suddenly a gun blast went off inside, followed by an explosion. He heard Primor scream in anger and more gun fire was heard. Colour drew her weapons and said to the maximals, "Looks like we got trouble again!"
"What kind of trouble?" Sandstrike asked, pulling out his blaster gun. Red Convoy deployed his chest cannon's again.
Colour looked at them for a second, then said, "Vehicon trouble."
What do you do now?
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