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An annoyed grumble left Crosshairs as he squinted into the dust storm that had kicked up. Without the aid of his goggles, he could hardly see anything. Even with them the sight of the Wreckers down below was hazy.
Comms were useless, and processors swam from magnetic fields strong enough to cause a Cybertronian to be out of sorts.
And that's why they were here. A dangerous location with a dangerous job no one else dare take. That's what the Wreckers lived for. The challenge merely excited them.
Even if this particular location caused more nuisances than any other mission beforehand.
Crosshairs had decided to put his fancy goggles to use— clambering up to get a bird's-eye view, however muffled it was in this storm. A servo rubbing at his helm as he once again scoured over the land beneath him, triple-checking as he got use to the grainy view.
And he was moments away from deciding it all clear when the faint tells of Cybertronians approaching caught his attention. Prompting Crosshairs to zoom in and filter through a few different settings until he finally got the clearest image possible.
The Cybertronians where flanking out to surround the Wreckers left below and practically blinded— Crosshairs could only figure that'd mean they had technology similar to his goggles. Which made sense given the intel they'd received.
The paratrooper tried his communication systems, even though he already knew they wouldn't work. But shot straight up into a standing position when one of the Decepticons below crouched down with what he assumed was a sniper rifle— one that aimed right for Roadbuster.
Crosshairs didn't think , if he had he'd probably had gone for his gun instead of his first impulse. Which was to slide partly down the rock face of his perch before using the strength in his legs to kick off with enough power to launch himself right at the mech in danger.
Colliding hard and immediately catching Roadbuster off guard. Crosshairs landed heavily atop the Wreckers’ leader, not even surprised when the emerald mech growled and hit him.
“Crosshairs?! Whot th’ bloody pit ?!” Roadbuster admonished when he quickly realized who was atop him. Pausing when something dripped onto him. Roadbuster quickly ran a servo over the spot, raising it up closer to inspect it.
“We’ve been found, they got us surrounded,” Crosshairs announced, hissing as Topspin yanked the paratrooper up to his pedes. Servo reaching up to clamp over side— suddenly realizing an overwhelming pain there.
“Ye got yer dumbaft hurt ,” Roadbuster had reached the same conclusion almost simultaneously. Pushing to his pedes and startling as a bullet whizzed by close enough for him to actually hear it. “ Frag , c’mon guys les show ‘em who they're fraggin’ wit’.”
A servo clamped Crosshairs’ shoulder, steadying the paratrooper as he'd almost toppled over. Roadbuster turning and firing blind shots off in the direction of his more recent attack.
“Get down an’ dun’ get shot again,” Roadbuster barked, having to release Crosshairs in favour of dealing with a Decepticon that had decided to rush in and take them head on.
Crosshairs didn't really have a say in denying the order, systems shutting him down due to all the negative feedback he was now dealing with.