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Barricade shivered ever so slightly as a brush of energy mingled against his frame, smirking over his shoulder at Sunny and returning the favor. He spread his own field out enough to press a little into Sunny's, low chills laced under the warmth that accompanied it. Still, even as he did this, he kept talking to Starscream with obvious disdain. "You got your claim on the last one, Starscream. Don't be greedy."
"Greedy?" Starscream scowled. "You're one to talk. Sting is practically your personal escort! At least once I'm done with them, I have the generosity to share."
Barricade's optics rolled. "Take the brother, then. I helped to capture them, after all; I've technically already got first rights."
Finders keepers," Sunstreaker added quietly, seemingly absent-mindedly - he even looked away, surveying the corridor, his fingers rubbing the collar. It was a dangerous game - if he won't be quick enough to placate Starscream later, it might get dangerous. But, he loved to live dangerous. Con intelligence decreased in direct ratio to their successes - the more powerful they get, the more careless they became. They stopped noticing the obvious, not to mention the trickery and hidden agendas.
Starscream leered at the golden mech, and then at Barricade, who motioned for him to move aside. "And by the way, since Blackout helped, I offered him a first right, too--so," Barricade grinned, "You'll just have to wait your sorry turn."
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