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Blackmail	By : Gimmechan Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 1994 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blackmail

Chapter 1
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Prowl had not wanted the transfer to Iacon. He understand the reasoning behind sending him but understanding the situation didn’t do much to alleviate the anger he felt. Anger that flared up yet again as he watched fear and trepidation settle on his younger brothers little face. Bluestreak stared out the window of their new quarters eyeing the city as he started to chew on his lower lip, a sure sign of his distress.

“Its….its so much bigger than Praxus. And darker.” Bluestreak seemed to huddle into himself, “Shouldn’t there be more streetlights on at this time of night?”

Prowl reached over and shut the blinds, effectively blocking the site that had upset his brother.

“Doesn’t matter, you won’t be going out after dark anyway.” Prowl motioned towards Bluestreak’s new room, “You have boxes to unpack. Streetlights should be the last thing on your mind, go.”

He gave Bluestreak a gentle push away from the window. Bluestreak looked up at Prowl his expression worried.

“But you go out after dark…..what if something hap-”

“I’ll be fine, Bluestreak. You’ve no need to worry about me. OK? Now, go, finish unpacking what you can tonight.”

Bluestreak have Prowl a grin before nodding his head and trotting off to his room. Prowl reached up and separated a few of the blinds to look out over Iacon. In truth Bluestreak had every right to be worried. Enforcers died on these streets. Prowl had been very unhappy about having to contact his older brother to explain about the transfer and what would be done with Bluestreak in the event he were to die in the line of duty.

The organized crime in Iacon had taken such a nasty turn in recent vorns Enforcer stations within the city were forced to send out requests for reinforcements from all over Cybertron. Prowl and a few others had been selected from Station 456 in Praxus. Normally Prowl was one to follow orders and if this transfer had only involved him, he wouldn’t have protested. But he had Bluestreak to think of.

Their creators had passed on almost six vorns ago, a freak transportation accident. Bluestreak had been aboard as well counting for one of the few survivors. His brother had been little more than a sparkling at the time. A happy sparkling…..not that Bluestreak wasn’t or couldn’t be happy presently but having watched his creators die violently with his own optics and at such a young age had left Bluestreak emotional ravaged.

Prowl had taken in, stood by, and cared for Bluestreak as the youngling went through emotional ups and downs. It had been getting better over the last couple of vorns. Even though there were still times late at night he would hear Bluestreaks stuttering hitched intakes and soft keening as he cried in his berth.

And when it became too much, the oppressive silence of the night coupled with nightmarish images that refused to leave would drive Bluestreak to seek out Prowl in his own berth. Prowl would wake suddenly to the feeling of two small arms hugging him tight as his brothers smaller frame curled into his, shaking. And Bluestreak would cry as Prowl stroked his helm and whispered soothing words of comfort.

And now, thanks to the transfer, Prowl had been forced to uproot Bluestreak from a neighborhood he knew and felt safe in, take him away from the academy he loved, away from all the friends he had made and place Bluestreak in completely unfamiliar territory. Make him attend a strange academy with no friends. Prowl had spoken with his supervisor about the situation asking if it were possible for another to take his place. But his supervisor stood firm with the transfer, even if he did sympathize with Prowl and his situation, explaining that Iacon needed his skills.

So tomorrow he would report for duty and Bluestreak would attend the new academy. He wasn’t happy about any of this. Bluestreak seemed to be trying to make the best of it as he would smile and sound positive probably to counter Prowls somber mood and lighten the situation.

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He walked with Bluestreak to his new academy. Taking in all the other younglings who walked toward the building as well. They walked in groups. Prowl secretly hoped Bluestreak would fit in well enough to be excepted into at least one of them, that way Bluestreak wouldn‘t be so alone. As they approached the gate Prowl stopped.

“Be good, Bluestreak.” Prowl handed his little bother a communicator, “If anything happens or you need me, call right away.”

Bluestreak subspaced the device as he smiled up at Prowl,

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine!”

Bluestreak reached up and hugged Prowl, whispering to him,

“Come home safe.”

That made Prowl smile, “Of course.”

Bluestreak released him and with a wave trotted off through the gates, up the steps, and into the academy. Assured Bluestreak was safe inside, Prowl turned and made his way to the Enforcers Center. The walk took longer than he had planned but he still managed to arrive ahead of time.

His supervisor, Dodger, greeted him warmly.

“It’s a pleasure having you on our team, Prowl. Your file practically sings of your skills.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Dodger waved Prowl through a door,

“Come, I’ll show you your desk and then I’ll introduce you to the team. Get you working on some of the open cases we’ve got.”

Prowl nodded his approval. Dodger showed him his desk which was large and perfect for organizing files and forms. The team he’d been assigned to was surprisingly small but with good reason. Dodger explained as Prowl took a seat amongst his new team,

“Prowl, this is RunDown, Range, Beta, Spikestrip, and Torque.” Each mech gave Prowl a nod of acknowledgment. “It’s a small team, I know, but that because were tracking him.”

Dodger hit a button on the screen at the front of the room and an image of a visored mech smiling boldly into the camera came up.

“This is Jazz. We know a lot about Jazz and what he does however its all circumstantial and little would hold up in a trail. On top of that he’s one slick mech and can avoid arrest like no other. He’s the mouth piece and right hand of a crime lord we have yet to identify.”

Prowl watched the screen as image after image showed Jazz not even bothering to hid himself from the camera, in some images it even looked like he posed for the picture. Prowl frowned,

“He doesn’t care his imaged is captured?”

Range gave a snort,

“He prefers it.”

“Is the mech unstable?”

Dodger shook his head,

“If he were, Prowl, it would make our jobs easier. Unstable mechs can be lured out and caught. Don’t let anything about Jazz fool or mislead you, he’s extremely intelligent and very dangerous. He -”
Another enforcer suddenly opened the door,

“Sir!”

Dodger looked at him and the enforcer went on,

“We just had a hit go down in a business over by the trade market, looks like some of Jazz’s mechs might have been involved.”

Dodger nodded,

“Right. Everyone, go. Range, I want you with Prowl. Get him a weapon and meet us down there.”

“Yes, Sir.”
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Jazz lounged in a comfy chair, feet propped up on the computer console as he casually sipped some of his finest high grade. He idly watched the monitors as enforcer after enforcer entered the business and began searching for evidence. He always got a good chuckle out of watching them run around, desperately trying to find something, anything, to pin on him. It was futile of course, they’d never find anything.

Jazz sighed and relaxed more into the chair, his head pillowed against the head rest, he almost felt like falling into recharge. He watched the screen and grinned when he saw “his” team start filing in through the door. He almost felt sorry for them, they tried so hard to get him. He chuckled again and tossed back the last of the high grade in his cube. He poured himself another before turning back to the monitors.

He grinned as he read the frustration on Dodgers face….awwww, poor mech, Jazz just smirked. He watched as Range walked through the entrance. Jazz quirked a brow ridge beneath the visor, Late? Not like Range to be late.

Then an enforcer Jazz had never seen before walked through the entrance. Jazz stared for a moment then sat up putting his cube of high grade down. He tapped on the screen to bring up a larger image of the mech, pausing it when he got a good picture of him. Jazz leaned forward on the console resting his chin in his hand as he drank in the image of this new enforcer.

He reached out a finger and caressed one side of the images red chevron, cocking his head to the side thoughtfully,

“And who might you be?”

_____Authors notes_____
Quick, short intro chapter. This peice of crack plot has been sitting in my notebook for ages! Don't take a word of it seriously. Its crack from word one! XD
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