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"Alright ya'll it's either the either the red or the black wire. We gotta 50-50 shot. Which one do I cut?" First Aid asked from under the desk. Wire cutters poised for his teams command.
"Don't cut the red, red rhymes with dead. we'll offline for sure!" Sideswipe spoke up.
"My sire said never cut the red wires because it'll set off the bomb and I really really think we should listen on this one. I don't wanna be blown up."
"I'm surprised that it was your sire and not your carrier that told you that. are you sure that it was Prowl that said that and not Jazz?" Slingshot grumbled from his position by the door.
"Guys come on we're running out of time here." First Aid tapped a foot to get their attention.
First Aid yelped as he was suddenly pulled out from under the desk as Blades took his place. "Forget it I'm cutting the red wire. It's my favorite color."
"NO!" Slingshot and First Aid yelled while Bluestreak shrieked "Why would you do tha-?"
SNIP.
Sideswipe fell to his knees groaning "Red means dead!!!"
Silence fell as the door snicked open to reveal the next compartment. Blades smirked as he crawled out from under the desk. "Heh. would you look at that."
Slingshot's optics widened as he fully took in the compartment beyond the door and its contents."Eh guys..."he said nervously.
The others hurried over to the door and had a mixed bag of reactions from groaning to Sideswipe literally screaming, "Why are there so many bombs on this train?!"
First Aid squeaked as he peeked out the window. "There's bombs in the alley too!"
"I think this city wants us to die." Blades swallowed hard as he took in the new timers all set for a minute and a half and counting.
"Gee what gave you that idea?" Sideswipe began to look over the bombs.
"Slag... There's got to be a master line or something look for it!" Slingshot yelled ashe began to franticly but carefully search over the payload.
"They're all the fragging same!!" Blades cursed.
"Guys.." First Aid squeaked. "Its hopeless."
"Guys we only have a minute left. We should go out with a bang because we are not escaping." Bluestreak threw his hands in the air.
Sideswipe grinned. "Guys I got it!"
"Really?"
"You do?"
"You ready? Everyone on three!"
"One,"
"Two,"
"Three.
COuntry ROad--
Take meEEee home--
to the plaaAce I belong--
West Virginiaaaa
mountian mommaaaa
take meeee home
country rOad--
The timer hit zero as the clamor of off key caroling ended. The door to the simulator room opening to reveal Jazz staring them down, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. The two way mirror became clear to reveal a laughing Smokescreen and face palming Prowl.
"Y'all failed."