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There was a smirk on Windblade’s face. Starscream wanted to throw something at her, make her
stop it
. Some kind of sour remark, or the implication that he knew something she didn’t; how dare she
outplay
him.
Bumblebee, too, the fragger, sitting in the corner watching like the world was finally getting back to rights.
Frag
him! Starscream was going to figure out how to bring him back from the dead to kill him again. But that was why he was in this, this, this
living purgatory
. Because he couldn’t do it.
He put the knife down, after it had been far too long to show his hand and make it clear he wasn’t going through with it. Windblade’s smirk got bigger.
Starscream fought the urge to hiss at her. Stop it.
“So,” Windblade said, leaning on the desk. She had all the cards and she knew it. Frag, how had this gone so sideways. “Want to meet me for a cube later?”
Bumblebee smiled from the corner. Didn’t they both know better? Well.
Starscream
knew better. He still had one card left to play; she wasn’t getting him
that
easily.
He smiled, charming. He could be charming.
“No.”