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WHO: First Aid & Pharma
WHERE: Pharma's lab, Leige's temple
WHEN Before Overlord's public torture thing, after this thread with Vandal
WHAT: First Aid finally confronts Pharma about Delphi and his suspicions
WARNINGS: Probably violence, possible character death


This couldn't wait any longer.

Even before they had ended up in this place, First Aid had his suspicions about Pharma's behavior, but didn't really have anything to go on. There were certain things that just didn't ring as right. The increase of deaths, the way Pharma quickly disposed of patient bodies. The plague, the hands and so on were just two more factors. Fortress Maximus confirming what he has thought all along was just the screw in the coffin. At the same time... he wasn't satisfied. He wouldn't be, without Pharma to explain what had happened, why.

Fortress Maximus claimed Pharma was working with Decepticons. That was the factor that was the most unusual-- Pharma hated Decepticons more than most other bots he knew. Things just didn't entirely match up.

First Aid's arrival at Pharma's lab was unannounced, but he's been in and out to help with things, especially since that unfortunate incident with Ratchet. His presence really wouldn't be too abnormal, but he's not working. Instead, he settles into a chair to wait for his CMO.

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Pharma hummed softly to himself as he entered Leige's temple, satisfied that he'd done another amazing job. Everything was going swimmingly. With Ratchet out of the picture he could once again be the top surgeon to visit on everyone's list. Well, unless you were a decepticon. Honestly, after that little slip up with Knockout he really couldn't afford to raise suspicions again.

Heading for his lab, Pharma allowed himself a quiet sigh. His second chance was turning out to be just as exhausting as the first time around. Why couldn't everything have been wiped clean? There was no Tarn here to force him to harvest t-cogs, he could perform his medicine in peace and yet... the secret still plagued him. Ha, plagued. Would he have to engineer another one all over again just to clear his name?

...No. It hadn't worked the first time. He was stuck in this balancing act until suspicions faded away. Just a little longer. He would make it. He had to. The jet medic shook his head and pushed the key pad on his lab door for entry.

Someone was inside already.

"First Aid?" he said, a stern expression already queuing up on his face. "Didn't I tell you to call ahead?"

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First Aid thought he was ready, but as the lab doors slide open and Pharma's larger jet frame fills the entryway, he suddenly wasn't sure. No time for second thoughts. He was already too deep in the situation to back out. His optical visor dims and he stands up out of the chair, hands held loose, unthreatening at his sides for now.

"I really wanted to speak to you privately. Sort of important. I'll try and make it quick."

Which meant that he wasn't going to let Pharma turn him away for lack of time until he's said what he wanted to.