Counterpunch silently listened along to Banzaitron’s orders, moving to pick up the hard drives and data centers as the DSS head had indicated. One of the two clones, Pounce, was also assigned to the same duties as him, and the spy gave him a look of acknowledgement as he began to lift up one of the drive cases.
”Hmph.” Counterpunch didn’t feel like responding, because he needed to respond to himself first. Somewhere inside the cerebro-shell was the counterpart to Counterpunch, the real mech in this body. He was tapping his knuckles.Pounce wrote:"Alright, let's bag this slag up and blast. We've got better horizons to get to."
Banzaitron is going to be everybody’s escape ticket from Scorponok. I can’t mess this up.
cOrReCt.
He loaded up an empty energon cube with a good amount of drives, until it was filled to the brim. He turned his head slightly, laying his red optics on the clones and Banzaitron. DoN’t FoRgEt WhO yOu’Re MeSsInG wItH, pUnCh.