11540/Hidden In Plain Sight

Hidden In Plain Sight
Date of Scene:	24 May 2020
Location:	Salem Center, and Club Evolution, Bushwick
Synopsis:	On a late-night flight to cool her head after a fight with Sam, Shannon spots Blurr. The two meet up and head on over to Club Evolution, where the real data slug is kept in Sam's office. The data slug is passed to Blurr, good-byes are said, and plans for future shenanigans made!
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Blurr

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Nightingale has posed:
     What had started off as a semi-decent evening devolved quickly, when Shannon actually got into a rather nasty little verbal row with Sam Guthrie, of all people. One person who had always backed her up, and she had tried to do the same for him. They were as good as siblings--and tonight, had certainly fought like it. Even the best of families fight sometimes, but it was a little more than Shannon was willing to take at the moment. Curfew be damned, she was going for a nice, long flight to cool her head!

     She heads due south in the direction of Salem Center, just glad to be out and away from home at the moment. Surely the night had to get better at some point... right?

Blurr has posed:
    As Shannon is flying through the night, she'd spot something--no, someone--familiar driving down the road below toward the shopping center. Blue, white, and very slick. Racing down the street, weaving in and out of traffic like a madmech. Yep, there's no mistaking it! No one else can move like that..,.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Awwww, scrap." That was a form Shannon had not seen for quite a while, not since the incident with Lockdown in the abandoned subway. But had she been spotted yet? And would she be able to keep up with the Cybertronian speedster? She wanted a flight to cool her head, she had a feeling she was about to get one! Her airspeed increases to try and keep up with Blurr from above, and at least keep him within line of sight....

Blurr has posed:
    Fortunately, Blurr isn't traveling at his top speed, since if he were, it would have inflicted some serious damage to his surroundings. So Shannon doesn't have any trouble at least keeping the Autobot within her line of sight, especially with her flight ability giving her a superior vantage point.

    ...Especially when he runs into a big traffic jam at a busy intersection that he can't just jump over without revealing himself. Vector Sigma's aftplates!

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon can't resist a little smirk as she sees Blurr get caught in a traffic jam. And she can't quite resist rubbing it in a little bit, either. Slipping her phone from her little brown bag, she circles the sky above, and finds an old text from him, which she can use to ping him with a reply. Tapping out a quick message, she chuckles slightly.

     <<Nice night for a little drive there?>>

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr gets a transmission from Shannon, and turns his scanners upward, seeing that she is circling above the intersection. << Oh, Shannon. I've been meaning to come find you. >> he replies, pulling away from the traffic jam and off into an isolated parking lot nearby.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon spots the course Blurr is on and nods once, taking the hint to follow. Within a minute or so, she's backwinging her way to a semi-graceful landing, sending little bits of paper and debris swirling away from her across the cracked, worn asphalt. "Hey you," she calls out, keeping her voice down somewhat as she approaches. "Haven't heard from you in a while... what's going on?"

Blurr has posed:
    As Shannon makes her landing on the asphalt, the holo-avatar materializes nearby as per usual. The area is fairly isolated, so hopefully no one is in hearing range. "So, about that data drive. I'm going to have to retrieve it soon. You said Sam had it, right? Do you know where he stashed it? You don't have to necessarily tell me, I...do trust you."

Nightingale has posed:
     It's tempting to hug that holo-avatar, but the winged teen knows it won't do any good. So she simply smiles a little bit and dips her head. "It's in Bushwick, at the club. We can take a quick drive over there and I can get it for you." She pauses, nibbling her lower lip, and fretting at her feathers a little bit, smoothing them over and over. "You don't have to tell me, either... sometimes, the less you know, the better. But still... once I give this to you, are you going to be okay? Is that bounty hunter still coming after you?"

Blurr has posed:
    The avatar nods and the doors open for Shannon to get in and take the drive down to the club. Blurr sighs. "Look Shannon, we've been at war for millennia. If I've somehow managed to survive this long, I can deal with some big-headed bounty hunter. And if not," the avatar shrugs. "Then it was bound to happen one way or another anyway."

Nightingale has posed:
     Nodding once, Shannon lets out a heavy sigh as she climbs into the cockpit of Blurr's vehicle form. "I remember that too well," she intones, her voice dull and leaden for a moment. "Creed." That was all she had to say, gently resting her hand on the dashboard for a moment. "I guess you always just hope for a little more time with your friends, you know? Try not to get into too much trouble, m'kay? I'd miss you if you did."

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr starts back down the street toward the club, but is sure to get onto an alternate route to avoid the traffic jam this time. "In all honesty I'm pretty sure I can outrun him. I can outrun almost anything and anyone." Yeah, he's bragging. But it's somewhat true. "That's why they put me on this job in the first place."

    It's not long before they arrive in front of Club Evolution, and he'd pull into a parking space.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon allows herself something of a smile as she gets out, stretching a little bit. "Well, let's see if we can get you a bit of a head start on that yahoo, then." She heads inside the club, and thankfully it hasn't been long enough for her to be forgotten by the staff. Nor do they bat an eye when she slips into Sam's office, rooting around in his desk for a few minutes. "Come on, Sam, come on... you said it was in here..."

Blurr has posed:
    "What is a yahoo...?" Blurr asks curiously. Though he doesn't press the issue, waiting outside while Shannon searches for the device and hopes to Primus that it is still where it's supposed to be, and none of the other Terrans had gotten their hands on it. Because that would vastly complicate matters.

Nightingale has posed:
     A deep sigh of relief escapes the young woman as she comes up with what looks like little more than a small thumb drive, with those odd markings in Neocybex. It's the twin to the data slug that Blurr had fooled Lockdown with just a few weeks before. The sooner Shannon got it to Blurr, though, the better. There was no time to savor this minor victory. It just takes her a few moments to tidy up the office and head on back out to the parking lot, her hand curled firmly around the data slug.

Blurr has posed:
    As soon as she comes back out, Blurr quickly identifies that she has the device. Phew! The door opens again. "Just leave it inside." he tells her. "And...thanks. I'm--sorry you got pulled into this mess. I didn't want you to. But I guess -someone- probably was going to at some point, and maybe better you than someone else with less...discretion."

Nightingale has posed:
     Nodding, Shannon leaves the data slug inside the cockpit. She knows it may well be the last time for quite a long time she sees her friend, so she manages a hug as best she can across the hood, wings and all. A few tears fall onto the gleaming metal, glistening in the light. "Hey. We had some wild times there, though. Just you take care of yourself and... if you ever get a chance when it's safe, come back someday?" There's a hitch in her voice consistent with those times he's heard her very upset.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr probably has a ways to go when it comes to fully understanding human expression, but he gets the general idea that she's getting emotional. "Oh don't worry, if I get a chance to come back here and visit, I will. Might even take you on another involuntary space vacation." he jokes. "Just kidding, it wouldn't be involuntary. Only if you really -really- wanted to." Chuckle.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon chuckles a little bit, and shrugs, ruffling her wings. "Yeah, that involuntary space vacation probably better not be for a little while. They're pretty protective of us kids at home. But who knows, one of these days!"

     Reluctantly, she steps back, looking at Blurr for a long moment. Good-byes sucked. But hopefully, this wouldn't be the last they'd meet, and who knows--maybe the next would be under better circumstances. Raising her right hand, she snaps Blurr a credible salute. "All the best to you and yours. Now, go get 'em!"

Blurr has posed:
    "Yeah I definitely believe you, with the way that one guy was acting down in the subways." Blurr remarks. "He seemed pretty grumpy about the whole ordeal. But maybe one of these cycles, I could just take you for a little joyride around Sol and be back before anyone notices you're gone. Hyperdrives are handy like that." Offering to take some flesh creature on a joyride, who could have imagined that?

    But there isn't another moment to waste. "Thanks again." With that, he's off in a streak of blue and white!

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon cracks a little bit of a smile. How many would have gotten to set foot on a whole other world? How many would have the chance to simply take a quick jaunt around their own solar system? Hopefully, that chance would come someday.

     As Blurr speeds off in a streak of blue and white, she sighs a little. "Be safe out there, if you can." With that, she takes a few running steps, wings outspread, and with a few strong downstrokes, is off in a streak of black, pink, and white, heading for home.