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[rstlsslegsyndrm]

WHO: Ambulon, Pharma, Drift
WHERE: Oh, you know... Wandering. I'm going to say somewhere around/near the Junkpile, but not quite in it.
WHEN Going to say a few days after the party at the club, when Ambulon can see straight again.
WHAT: Ambulon decides to search for Pharma, because he needs details on the Delphi incident. Drift is called in for backup.
WARNINGS: Nothing I can think of. I guess if Pharma tries to put up a fight, some violence?

Ambulon was pretty sure Blurr would chew out his audiols if he knew what he was doing. Probably burn and disintegrate them with how fast he talked. He'd ditched any bodyguard Blurr had suggested; though maybe they were following him, he honestly didn't know.

It'd been about two hours now. (Would've been considerably less, if he had a good alt mode.) Ambulon had tried to put himself in Pharma's mindset - actually, in the mindset of a criminal on the run. Where would they hide? The junkpile felt too obvious, but after searching pretty much everywhere else... Well, it seemed the only place left. The only place he could think of that would provide proper cover.

Ambulon arrived at the outskirts of the heap of junk and debris. Coming here unarmed was a ridiculous idea, he knew, but... Well, it's not like he had any weapons on him to bring. (Should probably think about investing in one...)

Besides, Drift would be waiting for the call.

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[organ_pharming]

Pharma scowls at both of them, turning his head away and staring out at the expanse of junk on the horizon.

"You stayed and fought, yes. But it was not the DJD you went up against. It was me. And I was going to give you the mercy of a swift death. Ratchet and Drift ruined everything- forced me to sloppily race to finish it."

Blame was not something Pharma took easily. In fact, he had managed to avoid it completely his entire career up until the Delphi incident. He was perfect and if things went wrong then it was someone else who was less perfect's fault.

"Why is it so hard to believe that I would not want to harm my staff? I worked you hard, yes- and I disliked you for being an ex-decepticon, but I did not wish you dead."

He falls silent again, listening to their accusations of weakness with closed optics, silent save for the frantic whirring of cooling fans. The only indication of his feelings is the slight tremor in the fingers that now clutch at his arms.

"...Hind-sight is twenty-twenty isn't it?" he whispers. "It doesn't matter what decision I made. It only matters that I failed."

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

"I'm not complaining about being overworked or worked too hard, Pharma," Ambulon nearly snapped. "I'm complaining about the fact that you still don't see the point we're trying to make. You just..." He clenched his fists. "Nevermind. You obviously don't get it. And you never will."

Ambulon turned away then. It was... tragic. Seeing someone once so brilliant torn down to this mess. Yet he didn't want to say what was on his mind right now. More questions to ask, but... Not now, at least. Not when he was still angry.

"I'm done," he said, and glanced back to Drift. "If you've any questions, go ahead and ask. If not, then take him to the police. But..." Ambulon looked back at Pharma, and worst he knew for the doctor was not the rage in his optics, but the pity. "I'm done."

[sword_redemption]

Mercy of a swift death? "What would you know about 'mercy', Pharma? You were eliminating witnesses, that's all." And he shuddered to think how closely he'd come to being 'eliminated' along with them.

Ironic that Pharma despised he and Ambulon for their Decepticon pasts, when he'd acted just as bad as a Decepticon at his worst.

"...why? Why heal the Red Rust, here?" He wants to hear that this was an attempt at redemption, a new start. He's trying to give Pharma the chance he never got.