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| - Goa almost seems to be stalking in his lead down the lab halls. There's a nervous hitch to his step... looks like the mech still half-expects someone to jump out at him. In fact, he doesn't even look sure of where he is, as he pokes his head into every other open room or two -- until he lingers in one. Goa seems to slump, defeated. "Found it." Shark had been following Goa down here, having promised to assist him with salvaging his lab. His steps are a lot more confident and assured, seeming at ease here in the underground tunnels. "Sheesh, what a mess." he states matter of factly.
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| - Goa almost seems to be stalking in his lead down the lab halls. There's a nervous hitch to his step... looks like the mech still half-expects someone to jump out at him. In fact, he doesn't even look sure of where he is, as he pokes his head into every other open room or two -- until he lingers in one. Goa seems to slump, defeated. "Found it." Shark had been following Goa down here, having promised to assist him with salvaging his lab. His steps are a lot more confident and assured, seeming at ease here in the underground tunnels. "Sheesh, what a mess." he states matter of factly. Goa skitters into the lab and starts lifting this and that piece of toppled machinery, cursing loud enough to hear in the hall when he sees the far end is chemically scorched. Shark moves to assist with lifting machinery. He peers down the hall and hmms, "That doesn't look good." states mister obvious. "Hope nothing too important is down there." "Oh, no, nothing important," Goa grumbles, "Just a few tens of cycles of work." He grabs one or two usable-looking devices, stashing them in his cab, even as one of his claws unfolds to lift a fallen chunk of ceiling. "Looks like she really lost it after I snuck out..." he says, waning to a terse laugh. "Thick for a flier." Shark moves down the hall, moving pieces of fallen ceiling as he goes. "Which one are you referring to, the one that took the energon you had or the one that gave her name to you?" Goa turns to Shark, support strut hanging idly in claw. "Former," he says, grabbing it with the other and bending it to fit in an ad-hoc corner of debris, "The familiar found me out at the old observatory." Folding his arms in front of his chest, the mech informs, "There's not much else here worth taking, 'cept the data, so you can stop. Funny seeker ... she just ignored me and wandered off as soon as she saw my gear." He picks up a couple of small, wrenched electronics, scanning them curiously. Shark hmms as he peeks into a few rooms to see if anything is worth taking in each. "You sure about just needing the data?" he calls out, going into a room to look for any data pads or disks you may need. "Sheesh how did you work down here... dusty and smells rank." Goa strums his fingers against the side of his helmet, tosses the trash from his other hand and gives the lab one more conclusive scan. "It's quiet. Generally..." He calls after Shark, "Get the two orange discs. The others are just garbage data made to look-- they're for distraction." Shark calls back, "Still could use the disks though if you plan not to come back here?" putting all the disks and data pads he can find into his subspace as he moves room to room. Goa shrugs. "Just make sure you have those two." He sighs, and lets his nerves have their way for a tick as he casts a scan for other Cybertronians as far out as he can sense. And that's when you pick up something off to the west. Shark calls out, "Found them. Coming back your way." stuffing the last of what is useful into his subspace and moving back toward where the main room is to meet up with you. Goa decides to second-guess the reading -- wouldn't be the first time he picked up a signal because he was looking too hard -- but does make a point of sneaking out of the lab. "I'll rendezvous with you," he clicks into his radio, pausing before speaking to suppress the alarm in his voice. "Where did you want to look next?" Shark steps out of the labs, looking a little dirty from digging around. He pauses, checking his scanners just as a precaution. "You getting a reading off to the west?" he asks. Well, slag... Goa starts a little in his vocal processor, then realizes he voiced his thoughts. "I did. You don't think...?" Shark considers, gesturing with his hands to take a spot off to the left while he moves off to the right to hide. Then keying his radio, he whispers. Goa disappears into an alcove without a word.
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