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Mar. 18th, 2014 11:12 pmIn the months that followed the loss of the Allspark, Barricade did his best to keep moving and stay off the Autobot’s radar. There were a hundred thousand different places on this miserable planet that he could safely hide, but he couldn’t do his job from any of them. At least until Starscream returned from his latest mad quest or Soundwave came back into orbit, he was on his own, watching and waiting. It was too dangerous to follow the Autobots themselves, so he stuck to tracking the humans, both civilian and military, finding their communications much easier to unravel.
Tailing Sector Seven, though, finally got him something solid. The organization had been all over the place since sinking his dead teammates into the ocean, moving both files and artifacts between storage facilities. During one of their transfers, he’d succeeded in hacking through their security, coming up with a delivery manifest. There was nothing particularly damning, unfortunately, but he caught wind of their past attempts to find more Cybertronians over the years. A number of vehicles had been seized with this in mind, though none had proven to be more than anything man made. All but one, he was willing to bet.
The files on a particular plane stood out, but were incomplete, which was really just his luck. The rest of the hard records weren’t digitized, and Sector Seven was facing termination from the higher ups. This was where he needed Frenzy – annoying as he’d been, he could get in and out of places that were closed to Barricade. If there weren’t digital copies, he was going to have a hell of time finding more information on their records of this operation. It was a very slim lead, but it had one saving grace: the name Wilton Knight was stamped onto the corner of the one photo of the plane that was digital. Barricade had gotten quite familiar with that name over the past few months, and that link alone made him decide it was worth looking into.
He didn’t know how or why the government allowed Knight Industries to operate or exist at all, but he wasn’t going to question it. They were a resource waiting to be exploited, and Barricade weathered the badgering he received from Michael Knight with this in mind. It was likely a mutual arrangement – a Decepticon didn’t have humanity’s best interests in mind, and FLAG was all about protecting the innocent. If they could keep tabs on him without tipping off the Autobots, they’d have their own resource to exploit. Assuming their association didn’t get them shut down under charges of treason, which wouldn’t hurt Barricade’s feelings in the least.
If the plane belonged to Knight Industries, they’d want it back. If it turned out to be an old comrade of Barricade’s, then that was all the better. Either way, he could get the human and his pet car to do the work that he couldn’t, and peel back their own security while he was at it. So thinking, he sent the delivery manifest to Kitt, knowing the trumped up calculator could parse out the relevant information.
Tailing Sector Seven, though, finally got him something solid. The organization had been all over the place since sinking his dead teammates into the ocean, moving both files and artifacts between storage facilities. During one of their transfers, he’d succeeded in hacking through their security, coming up with a delivery manifest. There was nothing particularly damning, unfortunately, but he caught wind of their past attempts to find more Cybertronians over the years. A number of vehicles had been seized with this in mind, though none had proven to be more than anything man made. All but one, he was willing to bet.
The files on a particular plane stood out, but were incomplete, which was really just his luck. The rest of the hard records weren’t digitized, and Sector Seven was facing termination from the higher ups. This was where he needed Frenzy – annoying as he’d been, he could get in and out of places that were closed to Barricade. If there weren’t digital copies, he was going to have a hell of time finding more information on their records of this operation. It was a very slim lead, but it had one saving grace: the name Wilton Knight was stamped onto the corner of the one photo of the plane that was digital. Barricade had gotten quite familiar with that name over the past few months, and that link alone made him decide it was worth looking into.
He didn’t know how or why the government allowed Knight Industries to operate or exist at all, but he wasn’t going to question it. They were a resource waiting to be exploited, and Barricade weathered the badgering he received from Michael Knight with this in mind. It was likely a mutual arrangement – a Decepticon didn’t have humanity’s best interests in mind, and FLAG was all about protecting the innocent. If they could keep tabs on him without tipping off the Autobots, they’d have their own resource to exploit. Assuming their association didn’t get them shut down under charges of treason, which wouldn’t hurt Barricade’s feelings in the least.
If the plane belonged to Knight Industries, they’d want it back. If it turned out to be an old comrade of Barricade’s, then that was all the better. Either way, he could get the human and his pet car to do the work that he couldn’t, and peel back their own security while he was at it. So thinking, he sent the delivery manifest to Kitt, knowing the trumped up calculator could parse out the relevant information.
