[Hidden away in a corner or not, Soundwave was pretty hard to miss in the bar. While everyone else was moving and gesturing a bit too much thanks to the alcohol, the satellite was unnaturally still. Barricade ignored him at first, but eventually his paranoia got the best of him. Might as well be sure the creep's attention was somewhere else.
Half-empty cube in claws, Barricade slid into the space next to Soundwave.]
Is this how we gather intel now? Listen to a bunch of drunks?
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Half-empty cube in claws, Barricade slid into the space next to Soundwave.]
Is this how we gather intel now? Listen to a bunch of drunks?