Sitting alone in a roadway was a vehicle. A streetcar - Crackshot it looks like. HIs lights were dimmed, and he was idling there, musing to himself, oblivious to Grimlock coming his way behind him as he put putts in place. Shark is walking around down here on his break from patrol duty, though he certainly is on the lookout for something here in the commerce and theater district. What that is though only the mech himself knows. Though he pauses as a large form steps out into the light, a form that looks vaguely familiar. Crackshot eerps, and backs up a few feet.
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