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“And here is your room, mechs.” Jazz keyed the door open and gestured for Mirage and Bumblebee to enter. “Sorry you gotta share, but after that raid the other day, everyone’s having to double up.”
Mirage frowned and nodded. “It is not ideal, but we will make it work.”
“We can trade roommates later if we decide it’s not working out, right?” Bumblebee gave Jazz a look the mech wasn’t sure how to interpret.
“Yeah, but you’ll probably want to stay inside the division if you do. Security clearance, you know.”
Bee brightened immediately, whatever worry he had been having dispelled by Jazz’s answer. “Sure, no problem! I get along well enough with most of the other Iacon agents to make it work.”
“I doubt that will be a necessary consideration, however.” Mirage reached out and laid a hand on Bumblebee’s shoulder, tapping gently in some secret code that Jazz was suddenly very curious about. “Agent Bumblebee and I have gotten along quite well since our training mission.”
“All right, then. I’ll leave you mechs to get settled in, then. Your first department meeting’s tomorrow at oh nine hundred in the Ops lounge, but you’ve got the run of the base until then.” Jazz smiled and nodded to them before stepping away from the door. “Don't forget to reset the lock, not that you’ll stop me if I have to get in.”
“Comforting,” Mirage replied dryly.