Wall Rules 23.5 don’t fart near Lead Foot
Will Lennox paused, using the moment to sneeze into the curve of his elbow, aware of his companion pausing after a step to glance back. Will sneezed again, making a face into his off duty jacket and like Robert Epps beside him didn’t flinch at a sudden horn blared loudly a few cars down the row they were beside.
Epps looked up and over as another, somewhat younger male voice yelped as the owner of the new voice all but jumped out of their skin. “Hah.”
“Ledfoot got another?” Lennox asked, squinting for a moment and standing up taller to see what color car had blared its horn.
“Yeah, he has a deeper tone in the horn.” Epps nodded as he looked down at his phone as it blurped a suspiciously Cybertronian sounding set of sounds. “Damn you ‘Buster,” the dark colored man growled.
“What is he complaining about now?” Will asked as he leaned a little closer in the way of two people who knew each other so well that casual snooping was barely noticed. He ignored the new person that was looking around confused, possibly a new book keeper or maintenance person; he wasn’t military and had been allowed into this inner parking lot.
Epps took a deep breath of the hot California evening air before he showed the text in all capital letters, “He’s back to bitching about Galloway, the man just denies everything coming from the Wrecker side of the base without looking. I think just because the Foreman doesn’t take his shit, and likes to wave the saw arm around.”
“What was denied?” Lennox asked as they started walking again, his friend texting a short message back, the jumpy young man skittering off.
“Likely one of two things, a shipment of minerals, or something for the human side of the Crew,” Epps lowered his phone but didn’t put it away, knowing it wasn’t going to be long before he was texted again, or called, “’Buster and ‘Spin are investing time into the new transfer, and keeping up on the rest of our training.”
The horn gave a quick, shorter sound as the two were about to pass the dark red sloped bumper and hood.
“Having fun Leadfoot?” Will asked looking over his shoulder, “Just be careful today with the on shifts, Becky in the office has that heart issue.”
“Oh, I won’t bother that lass,” an amused gravelly voice assured. “When do I get to see the sparklings?”
Epps looked up, and smiled, pointing at Lennox, “Likely not until we get more than a night off- if I get this damn night off.”
“Yea’ will lad,” Leadfoot assured, his voice dropping lower as he saw the next group of people starting out from the second guard gate. “Roadbuster likes to complain to yea is all.”
“See if you can get me a weekend off and you can come see my little girl.” Lennox said, it would look like he was teasing his texting friend to anyone that didn’t know the chances of a hidden mech in this lot.
“You know he’s going to do that now yeah?” Epps asked as they walked to their own cars, though the men had spotted the large black truck sitting between their cars. “Oh, Breaker’s back, I think he wants one of us.”
“I swear,” Lennox shook his head, glancing back at another horn blare and yelps and yells that fallowed. The man shook his head, “The mechs just like me for my daughter’s cute-factor.”
“Better than for your body?” Epps snorted and grinned.
“…god damn it now I’m perversely jealous.”
