He reached out and took her hand—the one that still worked. His plating was cold. Hers was colder.
After forty minutes, he found her.
“She left her post without orders. That’s the definition,” Javelin replied. “Bring her in, Zero. Or don’t come back.” autobot-7712
But he remembered. And that, he decided, was the only victory left. He reached out and took her hand—the one that still worked
“What do you want?” he asked.