Scene #8694: Cybertron: Behind the Blast-1

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Combaticon	r The Undercity of Kaon consists of several levels beneath Cybertron's surface, all built up and occupied. This particular district is accessed by a series of large lifts, each one easily capable of moving several vehicles at once. Clearly oversized for Cybertron's current occupants, likely a relic from before the War's conclusion. Another reminder of the recent conclusion of that conflict is this district's ceiling: It isn't there. A massive gash carved through multiple levels by some devastating weapon or another, carrying on all the way to the shore of the Sea of Rust. Like a great canyon, the edges have become built up and occupied by various structures, railings, and crossing bridges hastily put up some time after the initial damage was caused. Despite the crossways, though, the dark sky of Cybertron can still be seen. The bottom of the ravine is where the lifts stop and where Onslaught waits. Beside him, the colossal Brawl is engaged in conversation with the much smaller Swindle. "Yeah, really. Somehow Lineback fumbled it and cost the whole game." "I don't believe it! That's too funny-- so you made off like a bandit?" "House always wins, ha haa~" "Attention." When Onslaught speaks, the other two stop to look at him-- then towards the lift as others start arriving. Onslaught himself glances from one to the next, appraisingly, as he speaks. "In our initial investigations, a number of leads have surfaced. This brings us here-- to the Kaon undercity. Our culprits are likely Decepticons. And thanks to the news'bots, they know we are looking for them," His head inclines a bit, "For now, we will focus on the evidence we have and gather testimony. After that, we will determine our next move. Swindle."
Combaticon	r He raises a hand. Immediately, Swindle hands the Combaticon leader a tablet. Once Onslaught takes it, the smaller 'bot steps forward to offer the same to the others. "Contained herein is the photographic evidence and chemical signatures gathered at the site of the collapse. Unfortunately, as the incident took place during the dark cycle, the photography lacks color definition." Indeed, while there are a handful of pictures that show a pair of aircraft against a dark background-- they're all in the slightly grainy green monochrome of night vision. "It will be quicker if we split up," Onslaught straightens his posture, "There is an old comrade of mine currently working in this area that I intend to meet. He may have some useful insight into the chemical data." Swindle closes his eyes, hands lifting in a shrug, "There's a hole in the wall I'm familiar with. You'd be surprised what people will talk about over a barrel of oil, so I think I'll start there. Maybe someone can put names to these vehicle modes." "The Leaking Gasket?" Brawl's visor darkens, narrowing into a thin red line as if squinting into the distance, "You're braver than I thought." She lifts one hand off her hip, tapping her thumb on her chestplate with the tapping of metal on metal, "I'll check in with the Junkions at Scrapton. Maybe they saw something the night it happened. If we can get more than we got, that's still an improvement." "Move out."
Bowser	Now, Bowser is not your kind of 'I want to help you discover the reason people are getting murdered' fella. Bowser is the muscle. Bowser is here to find out who did this to someone who is, let's be honest, in Bowser's makeshift pack. With Bowser is his loyal servant(read: Handler), Kammy, and a small array of goombas, bom-ombs, koopas, and a couple of boos. The tablet comes closer. Bowser grabs it in two claws, using another pair of claws to pull out a pair of glasses. He perches the glasses on his snout and squints at the tablet. He makes a few noises before passing it on. "YEP! Someone blew up that bridge alright." "You're braver than I thought." He looks down at Swindle. Then over at Brawl. Bowser jerks a huge thumb towards himself. "Yea? Someone isn't going to talk to us? I'll fold them into a basketball. Let's GO!" Kammy mutters, "They better have actual alcohol," and floats after on her broom.
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Madeleine rides the elevator all the way down into the city's depths. Joining her halfway down is a Decepticon - likely some variety of mobile crane, from the scaffolding on its back - on unrelated business. Her spear, Drogrung, having never visited Cybertron before itself, has its single reptilian eye fixed on the transformer for much of the ride down. "Would you stop staring," Madeleine hisses. Drogrung rolls its eye, then closes it. There's still enough elevator ride to get a little nap in. At the mention of the news bots, it's Madeleine's turn for an eyeroll, the stars in her eyes going for a loop-de-loop. "Of course the press is mucking things up," she says. "Can I get a closer look at those photos, though?" The huntress eyes the tablet, scanning for any sort of overlooked detail. At the mention of the Leaking Gasket, Madeleine wrinkles her nose. That does not sound like her kind of establishment. "I'll go with Brawl," she concludes aloud. "What are these Junkions like? With a name like Scrapton I imagine they live in a trash heap. Is that where the debris was carted off to?"
Combaticon	THE LEAKING GASKET Swindle leads the way, with Bowser right behind and Kammy bringing up the rear. One can almost hear the unnecessarily heavy beat drop throughout. > "They better have actual alchohol." "They won't," Swindle addresses Kammy's muttering, then follows it up with a thumbs-up gesture, "Don't worry about it though. I'll hook you up. Leave it to your old friend Swindle." The Leaking Gasket is-- well, it's every bit what one would assume a run down old bar would look like if it was in space. The place is in terrible condition from the outside and the inside isn't much better. A viewscreen plays some kind of Cybertronian team sport and has a handful of various colored 'bots near it, shouting rowdily. All the cups are filled with glowing pink fluid or viscous black oil in about equal measures. Some six seconds after he's entered the bar, Swindle is accosted by a red and black robot with tires on his shoulders. "You got guts showin' up here again." "Pump the brakes, Wildrider," speaks up the other car-like robot still seated at the table the first stood up from, "You start a fight in here and Oilslick will throw us both out again." "Maybe I want a fight, Deadend! Did you think of that?" The barkeep, apparently Oilslick, has his head contained inside a glass dome filled with ominous glowing green fluid. The head inside is only barely visible, swiveling towards the aggression. "'Bots, 'bots," Swindle raises his hands up as Wildrider approaches, "My friends and I are simply here with a few questions. By the way, should I introduce one of our Concord allies; King Bowser?"
Combaticon	SCRAPTON Madeleine offers to accompany Brawl. In response, the enormous Combaticon rotates at the waist, swings her arms up, and converts. The distinctive sound accompanie the rearrangement of parts and panels as she unfolds into a large quad-tread tank, "It'd be a bit of a walk. Hop on." And with one Excrucian on board, the tank trundles off down the canyon towards the far end. "Take as long a look as you want," she offers. Inside the cab, screens light up showing a higher definition view of the pictures for Madeleine's perusal. "Junkions are an odd sort of 'bot, though. They live on the edges of the Sea of Rust, trawling up scrap and selling it. Since they're always out there, I figured maybe someone saw something we overlooked." She hums, a panel on the dash flashing as she speaks, "The Constructicons were involved in the initial salvage operation, but I'd put energon on the Junkions getting most of it. Deep salvage is their whole thing." Eventually the tank rumbles under a cobbled together arch of rusted scrap metal and into a much more ramshackle town than the structures deeper in the trench. The Sea of Rust is painfully visible here, dunes of red-brown dust stirring like waves with occasional crackles of violet energy. Piers of corroded metal stretch out, with large run-down hovercrafts moored to them, bobbing as the dust rolls up and down. The robots here aren't in the best condition, either. Most of them look like they're made out of scavenged parts, likely as part of ongoing repair and replacement work. None of them seem to mind their own Frankenstein-like designs, at least. There's no shame in the land of Junkions. Approaching the docks, Brawl transforms in a way that deposits Madeleine on the ground midway through, none the worse for wear. Rather than look around, the warrior just raises a hand to the side of her head and calls out. "SCRAPHOOK! YOU OLD JUNKER, GET OUT HERE! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE SOMEWHERE." "I heard you coming in before you opened your big synthesizer!" a static-filled voice calls out. The hovercraft at the pier clicks, then unfolds with that distinctive sound, collapsing in on itself until it's a rusty red and silver robot. A second robot, primarily green and blue, crashes face-first onto the dock behind him. "What do you want? You here for business? We got loads of scrap. Axelgrease is still appraising it all." "What the slag, Scraphook!" the other robot objects from the ground.
Bowser	Bowser looms in the doorway in the way a ten foot mountain of turtle only can. He grabs Wildrider by the head in one hand, then pulls back, yanking him out of the building. The rest of the minions pull away as Bowser takes a couple of steps, grabbing the other end of Wildrider. "HWAH!" With a mighty toss, Bowser HURLS the car robot, arcing him up into the air. Bowser brushes off both hands then bends over to squeeze into the bar. "Alright! You!" He points at Oilslick, "Chicken wings!" He points at Deadend. "Something about vehicles!"
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Madeleine is happy to climb aboard Brawl's vehicle form. So many differently-painted robots in one place, there's bound to be the wrong combination of colors somewhere along the route to Scrapton. Even if her curse seemed to be mostly cooperating for now, she didn't want to take unnecessary chances. Besides the danger to herself, accidentally summoning a large animal into a city of mechanical beings might blow the cover off the whole operation. Thankfully, the colors skew in a certain direction closer to the Sea of Rust, the dull red-brown of oxidized metal. Madeleine rests a little easier knowing most of the paint jobs out this way were going to be pretty faded. Not long after Brawl sets her on the ground, she tries brushing away the red dust already accumulating on her jacket. It doesn't really help. "Scraphook, is it?" she says to the hovercraft 'bot. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm from offworld, one of Brawl's associates. We're here on business, to be sure, but more the business of information. Although, if you have any scrap from the bridge that went down the other day, I'm sure we could take a look."
Combaticon	#-1 INVALID ANSI DEFINITION: +h THE LEAKING GASKET "What the--" is about all Wildrider gets out before he's grabbed, whirled around, and literally thrown out of the establishment. He slams into the wall on the other side of the street with a satisfying, crunchy metal-on-metal sound, then peels off and hits the ground with a series of sparks. Immediately, Deadend puts his hands up, "We didn't mean nothin'!" Much of the ruckus in the bar has quieted down as a result of Bowser's quick action.Swindle takes advantage of it by taking Wildrider's abandoned seat across from Deadend. When Bowser demands chicken wings, Oilslick shakes his head. It's Swindle who supplies-- opening a drawer in his abdomen and producing a plate of spicy wings, "I have root beer too if you're interested, King Koopa." The strawberry wine cooler is discretely slipped to Kammy through some sleight-of-hand. "So, Deadend, is it?" Swindle playing service 'bot for Bowser and his retainers doesn't interrupt his speech at all, "We're trying to identify some 'bots, see what they've been up to. All we got is some bad low-light photography, ha haa~." "I don't know nothin' about no jets," Deadend insists. "I didn't say anything about jets," Swindle's smirk grows smirkier. Deadend starts, then glances up towards Bowser again. Across the bar, a beige and purple Decepticon with wings and tank treads rises to his feet and makes for the exit.
Combaticon	SCRAPTON "Yeah, it's about the bridge," Brawl tags on to the end of Madeleine's question. "The bridge?" Scraphook's purple optics narrow in thought. Behind him, the neon green 'bot stands up and shoves his shoulder, "--Hey, I'm thinkin' here!" "Bolts-for-brains, it's the job we've been pulling up all week," the green 'bot then addresses Brawl and Mads directly, "Yeah we got bridge parts. It's the junk our sister's busy with. You wanna look at it? Follow ol' Towline." Scraphook shrugs, his eyes closing fully, "Sheesh. Don't mind him. Wrong side of the parkin' space, if you catch my drift." "You transformed while I was still inside!" "Hey, I was excited to see Brawl again, can you blame me?" "Yes!" As the two salvage 'bots bicker, they lead the way off the docks and into a run down warehouse absolutely filled with twisted, seared, rusted metal. After some digging around, a blue arm raises from one of the heaps of junk and a woman's robotic voice calls out, "Over here, guys! What, you got customers already?" "Worse. DJD." Scraphook explains with a laugh. "Tell 'em I'm not here, then!" "Ehh..." Towline's neck grinds a bit when he glances over his shoulder towards Brawl and Madeleine. "Too late for that," Brawl sounds off.
Madeleine Cadrasteia	"Worse. DJD." "Hey now, we can be customers too," Madeleine protests. "I'm sure if we want to take any of the scrap with us we'll be able to pay fair price. Right, Brawl?" She looks to the Decepticon, hoping against hope that Swindle didn't pocket the whole investigation budget before she arrived. "Anyway, we're here about the bridge. Wondering if you had any 'bots out salvaging when the blast happened, wondering if they saw anything. And willing to do what we can to make telling us worth your while." A pause. "And the scrap itself, too. I'm sure there's something we could learn from the wreckage if we worked together, right?" Her tone is unusually warm. It's clearly an affect, but the sort of affect you put on when you want someone to know you're going out of your way to be kind.
Bowser	"Root beer would be great!" Kammy mutters again. A couple of Koopas bring up a chair big enough for Bowser to sit on as he grabs the plate of wings. Bowser pops one in, crunching through bone and meat. "Oh yea? A jet? One of those jets that turns into a robot?" He is swilling root beer and doesn't seem to notice the jet at all moving towards the exit. Inside Bowser's Brain, two neurons in the vast empty space shout towards each other. "Yea, I know HE didn't say anything about Jets, the first guy said something about Jets!" "Shut up, he's got food! Just nod along and act threatening!" Bowser nods along, putting his elbow on the table and leaning forward. "I don't think you know who you are messing with-" "Sire, the door way-" "Now, I heard you've been beating up my friends' people. So I'm going to flatten you into a pancake-" "Sire, the doorway!!" "And then I'm going to fold you into a funny little origami samurai hat!" Kammy groans, pointing her finger at the Decepticon. "Just... go get it." Kammy doens't have time to identify robot pronouns. Goombas, Koopas, and Boos all jump on the robot! Bowser hasn't noticed yet, still at the table. "NOW TELL ME ABOUT JETS!" He bellows, the windows, bottles, and several other miscellaneous glass objects rattling.
Combaticon	SCRAPTON > "Hey now, we can be customers too." From behind all the wreckage, the ladybot calls out, "Sure can. Name's Axelgrease." Eventually a dark blue robot with a very similar body plan to the other two emerges, clutching a rust-covered metal rod in both hands. She shoves it into Towline's hands, then appraises Madeleine directly, "I do the appraisal and pricing. These two do the heavy lifting." "Oh yeah, I was out that night," Towline offers while he finds a place to drop the part he's been made responsible for, "Found a big score of vintage electronics. 'bout six kilometers southwest of pier 673. I was haulin' it up when the bridge exploded." "Don't give me that, you came back with empty servos. Where're the goods then?" "I dropped my catch and headed over to help out best I could," Towline shrugs, eyes closed again, "I hate bein' on the holos, so once the news drones showed up, I dropped off the 'bots I pulled out and took off." "Well," Axelgrease offers, "At least it explains why you were so late coming back." "Still kinda-- processin' it," he mumbles, "The whole span came down, y'know. Lotta 'bots in the rust. I'm still not sure how to talk about it."
Combaticon	THE LEAKY GASKET Caught between Swindle's wordcraft and Bowser's bulk, Deadend raises his hands again, "Okay so maybe I do know-- some jets. I'm just keepin' my head down. Don't wanna lose it." Swindle, while supplying Bowser and Kammy their goodies, leans forward. In a tone that oozes curious charm, he echoes Bowser's shouting, "So tell us about some jets." "I don't want to be flattened," the car Decepticon objects at Bowser, glancing between him and Swindle. After a moment, he exhales with an audible beep, "I was taking the causeway when it happened. There was an explosion, and a couple jets flew off. Maybe one of them used a missile, I don't know." Swindle glances towards Bowser, then removes his own tablet from his drawer. He's about to slide it over for Deadend to confirm when Kammy sics the Troopas on the 'bot that's leaving. He lets out a surprised noise, his cool blue face showing how little he expected to just be jumped out of nowhere. "What on Cybertron--" He's bowled over. There's a tinny transforming noise, and then a furious Bowser-like roar. When the 'bot rears back up to his feet, his face has been replaced with an entirely new one-- red, with a prominent round chin and a visor over his eyes. He scatters Koopas and Goombas every which way, "I WILL POUND YOU INTO SHEET METAL." "Ahh," Distracted, Swindle glances over his shoulder, "It's Blitzwing. I suppose he does count as a jet."
Madeleine Cadrasteia	While the Junkions are talking amongst themselves about their lost haul and the bridge collapse, Madeleine slips over to Brawl. "Think we could help them find those electronics?" she whispers. "A big score like that, I'm sure it'd loosen some lips, maybe get them to keep an eye on the bridge for us. I'm no professional detective, but I've heard folks usually return to the scenes of their crimes. Make sure the job's done properly."
Bowser	He's so good at this. Just like he is at everything. He is a hardboiled detective, not bothering to listen to Deadend. Fortunately, Kammy IS listening. And she'll remember this. Bowser nods, tilts his chair back, and drinks his Rootbeer, like any good hardboiled detective who is in a bar. "Just us what we want to know and I won't beat you up!" Someone in the bar roars a mighty roar. A goomba goes sailing through a window. A koopa hits the bottles in the back of the bar. A boo lands in a spitoon. Bowser slowly turns his face, until one eye casts a baleful glare at Blitzwing. He's gonna make this reaaaal intimidating, pushing his chair back slowly. R "HEY! STUPID FACE! I JUST SAID THAT!" He grabs the table and swings, hurling it like a discus at Blitzwing!
Combaticon	SCRAPTON Brawl hums, her visor darkening slightly in thought, "I see what you're getting at, but we don't really have the ability for deep salvage like they do. Maybe Onslaught knows someone." She unfolds an arm, tapping the side of her head. Her commlink beeps to life. -> Hey. Do you have any connections with the Constructicons? We might have a lead here. -> I am speaking with Mixmaster and Scrapper right now. What is it? -> Think they can find some discarded gear in the Sea of Rust? It'll grease the gears with these Junkions for sure. -> I see. I will broach the subject. "Sounds like his 'old friend' was one of the Constructicons," Brawl explains for Madeleine's benefit. She raises her voice for the Junkions to hear, "Hey. If we get that catch you lost, you'll do a favor for us, right? That sounds like a pretty fair trade as far as I'm concerned." The crosschatter stops almost immediately and the trio glance between themselves for a moment. Scraphook eventually sits down next to Towline to support the emotionally vulnerable 'bot while Axelgrease steps up to address Mads and Brawl directly. "I think that sounds like a deal. So what's the favor?" "Well, it was your idea," Brawl glances down at Madeleine for a moment, "I ain't the sort of 'bot who's good at these kinds of things. Go ahead."
Combaticon	THE LEAKY GASKET "That's all I know!" Deadend insists when Bowser threatens him again. When the King Koopa goes off on Blitzwing, Swindle artfully picks up the hot wings and root beer right before the table is lifted and-- as it's thrown-- puts them on another table. The table is thrown. Still covered in assorted Koopa Army underlings, Blitzwing wheels around and catches it with both arms. With a tinny transformation noise, his face rapidly rotates away and a new one takes its place-- all black with glowing red eyes and a shark-toothed richtus grin, "OOH! Is zis vat zey call frizbee? Count me in!" The force of it is not such that he can actually stop it, though. The 'bot has caught the table and is still thrown out of the building by it, laughing like a lunatic as he bounces to a stop in the street. Once, twice, three times. When he's oriented vertically on the third bounce, Blitzwing transforms into a jet fighter and blasts off nearly straight up, winding between the causeways as he climbs. Swindle, still seated and now missing a table, returns his attention to Deadend, "Would that have been one of the jets you saw, perhaps?" "I-I dunno, maybe?" Deadend is still quite cowed by Bowser's Bowser-ness.
Bowser	Bowser shades his eyes as he looks outside, watching Blitzwing go upward. "Well, guess he's gone." Bowser has already forgotten, turning back to the table. Kammy groans, "Sire," she whispers over to him. "Did you hear him call you a frisbee?" "WHAT!?" Looking around wildly, Bowser grabs the face of a very blocky blue and green Autobot named Hoist. He drags him outside, pushing straight through the doorway this time. Wood splinters in all directions as he just bowls his way through, walking into the middle of the street. With a slam, Bowser throws Hoist to the ground and grabs his tow cable, yanking it out as far as it will go. He glares up at the sky, swinging the tow cable in a circle until he can HURL it up in the air to try and snag Blitzwing!
Madeleine Cadrasteia	"Oh, I was just thinking you and yours might be able to keep an eye on who comes and goes from the Kaon side of the broken bridge. Especially 'bots who don't seem to have a job to do at the blast site. We reckon whoever's behind this will want to admire their handiwork in person, even if it's already plastered on every screen from here to the spaceport. Think you could do that for us?" Madeleine hmms and taps her foot. "Oh, and I think we would like a look at that scrap from the bridge. You're good with demolitions, right Brawl? There might be some shrapnel from whatever explosive caused the collapse."
Combaticon	THE LEAKY GASKET seems like Swindle and Deadend will have some more time to chat, as Bowser has other plans thanks to Kammy. Hoist, here with Grapple presumably on break from the bridge repair team, is suddenly snatched up, "--I say! Unhand me!". There is much robotic flailing about that doesn't amount to much, up until he's thrown down in the street and his winch is snatched, "Goodness!" The acending jet suddenly converts back into a robot-- and a much smaller target-- when the hook and cable are thrown up after him. He jolts back, taking cover from the ground on one of the causeways. There's the ring of an energy weapon and a blue-white flash as the hook and cable get pinned to a support pillar by a block of ice. His face now a pale blue with a round red lens over one eye, Blitzwing peers over the ledge, then resumes his high-speed ascent. Swindle chooses this time to exit the establishment as well, resting one hand on his hip, "So it seems Blitzwing is our suspect. Don't worry about losing him-- I'm already getting an idea. We should let the boss know and move from there." His smirky grin widens, "But don't think I'll easily forget how big a help you were. It's always a bonus when you have a big guy around to flex."
Combaticon	SCRAPTON Axelgrease hums, tapping her finger to her chin with a little tik-tak, "Seems perfectly reasonable to me. We Junkions don't really like to get into the whole... mixup between Autobots and Decepticons. But this isn't part of that, right? If the DJD is involved--" She glances towards Brawl, "--You're probably thinking, Decepticon-on-Decepticon violence?" "We'll find out one way or the other," Brawl states confidently, "Yeah let's see if you dredged up any bomb fragments or whatever. It sounds tedious but I'll take a look for anything I recognize." Glancing down at Mads, she adds, "This could take a while, you probably don't need to be here for it. Go meet back up with Onslaught, I'll deliver whatever I find later. You remember the way, right?" It really was just up the canyon, a straight line is tough to miss. It'd jut be a bit of a jog.
Bowser	Bowser glares up at the sky. He leaves Hoist where he is, attached to the bridge by the cable. He looks back at Swindle, squinting one eye. "Really?" He looks back up in the air, squinting both eyes to follow the jet. "I'll get you, nerd." Bowser mutters darkly, then grins back at Swindle. "Well, you are part of the Concord. That means you got the BIGGEST strongest friends around!"
Madeleine Cadrasteia	"Go meet back up with Onslaught, I'll deliver whatever I find later. You remember the way, right?" "Got it. See you around, Brawl." Madeleine waves goodbye to the Junkions and makes her way down the canyon, ducking into side streets occasionally to avoid the more technicolor 'bots out and about in the city. The detours make her take a while longer than expected, and biological offworlders always get some funny looks this deep into Cybertron, but eventually she's back at the meeting place by the lift she first came down.
Combaticon	Madelaine returns to the meeting site. Despite taking her time, she is actually the...second? one here. Second, because there is a 'bot here who wasn't part of the investigation. One she probably recognizes; it's a large, fully functional taco truck. "Fancy meeting you here!" calls out a familiar voice. Yup. That's Greasetrap. Already making the entire Undercity smell like Mexican food. "I heard some Organics were back in Kaon so I thought I'd drop by and get things ready." It's some five minutes later that Onslaught arrives, descending from an upper level of the Undercity. He casts a curious look at the idling, sizzling food truck 'bot, then towards Madeleine, "Excellent work in Scrapton." Held up by the scuffle with Blitzwing, Swindle and company are the last to arrive, "We found a pretty solid lead, don't you think?" "Blitzwing," Onslaught repeats the name, lifting a hand to his faceplate to tap thoughtfully, "Is a fortunate discovery. If he is truly acting as you say. Blitzwing and Lugnut are rarely separated from one another." He lowers his hand, producing his tablet and the chemical analysis results, "Mixmaster has confirmed that the residue from the explosive found at the attack site matchesthat used by explosive detpacks exclusively used by Decepticons during the war. If Blitzwing truly is involved... Then this means the source of our explosion is likely Lugnut." Onslaught withdraws his hand, folding both arms behind his back as he normally does, "Excellent work, everyone. I will commit resources to locating these two for direct questioning. It may take a while. I will remain in contact. For now, consider this operation concluded." "Sounds like supper to me!" Greasetrap calls out from where he's parked, drawing a glower from Onslaught and a laugh from Swindle. "I don't agree with the product choice but who could criticize that hustle?"
Madeleine Cadrasteia	Madeleine is halfway through a platter of chorizo tacos by the time Onslaught arrives. "Mmmhh," she says, before swallowing a bite. "You're welcome. Happy to help, especially when I can bill the Concord for the meal." She smirks. "Keep me in the loop about how things play out, once it's time to move in on them I'm sure I'd be useful to have around." She sits on a nearby bench to finish her tacos. Once she's done, she picks up a churro for dessert and a chicken burrito for tomorrow's breakfast. "Thanks for being here, Greasetrap."
Bowser	Every minion is lined up at Greasetrap, as well as Bowser. "Yea," he agrees with Madeleine, "If I get to punch a jet AND get free food, this is AWESOME!"