Radio: Wreckage to Barricade

[Wreckage]

OOC: Crossposted.

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//…Barricade.// Wreckage's voice is as flat as ever, but one who has spent time with him – as has the mechanism he now attempts to radio, perhaps – may be able to recognise the low strains of tentative curiosity running undercurrent.

He has to know one way or the other.

[Barricade]

Barricade rocks on his tires as he snickers silently to himself. Victory! He'd known Wreckage wouldn't be able to stifle himself forever!

He doesn't answer, of course. Well, save for that silent echo of a clear signal that has found a target, rather than the empty dead air of a ping sent to no-known-recipient. He can't really do anything about that except shut his radio off or remove it, and then how would he have known when Wreckage had finally given in?

Perhaps Wreckage will take the silence as an indication of another suspect system. Not that it matters anymore; as far as Barricade is concerned, it had ceased to matter the moment that tentative radio signal ping had hit his systems. They'd already won, he and Frenzy.

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OOC: crossposted here.

[Wreckage]

So. A return but no response. Barricade is playing games with him.

There is a chill sense to the silence before Wreckage ends transmission, as if to suggest the Saleen will regret this little bit of scheming when the Stryker finds him. And he will find him.

[Barricade]

Wreckage should recognize this voice very well, right down to the solicitous tone.

// Come a hunting, have you? One might almost think that you were... worked up, Wreckage. You should relax. It's not good for your components to run so hot all the time. //

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OOC: crossposted here.