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Of course they had to find him. Of course ghost would be all over Witwicky looking for him after his cover was blown. He needed to lay low for a while again.
Bee commed someone that he could trust.
“Hey, you busy?”
“Nah, just driving. What's up?”
Breakdown answered.
“I got caught again. Well sorta, I need to lay low for a while but that is always boring. So I wanted to talk to you.”
“I can do you better, how about I come over?”
Breakdown asked.
“Really? Don't you have racing to do?”
Bee asked back.
“My next race isn't for a few days, I've got time. Just give me a couple hours.
“Alright, can't wait. Be careful on the way here.”
“No promises~”
Breakdown teased.
“Breakdown.”
Bee sent a glare
He sighed.
“Fine.”
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Bee was still awake at night when he heard knocking on the garage door to his current abandoned warehouse. He got up and pulled up the garage door to reveal his Conjunx. Bee then crossed his arms.
“You're late.”
“Got caught up in traffic, it was my worst nightmare.”
Breakdown said, walking in and then giving Bee a kiss.
Bee kissed back, smiling.
“I can only imagine your horror.”
Bee lowered the garage door down and let it close. The place was decently lit for having been abandoned. It would be nice for a romantic evening if it wasn't so dirty. Bee laid down on his makeshift bed, letting Breakdown lay next to him.
“This is nice.”
“Sucks that you blew your cover.”
“Yeah.”
Both mechs rolled over to face each other, throwing their arms around each other to cuddle. Breakdown spoke after that.
“This is also very nice. Should call me more often for this.”
“I don't want to make you late for any races.”
“Eh, the race doesn't start til I get there.”
Breakdown chuckled.
Bee sighed in annoyance.
“Of course.”