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[ex_backstab594]

[For a change, Starscream is sitting at his desk in his robot form. He's looking pretty run down, and every so often, clicking deftly at the keys, he stops to glare at the comm. He knows it's on. He's just not talking.

type type type and then suddenly he reaches and casually shoves the computer crashing into the ground next to his desk with a horrendous sound, snatches up the comm with blazing red optics and snarls]

I would appreciate it if you stopped making my job impossible. You. Cretins.

[and then he cuts the connection.]

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[ex_backstab594]

Ah. Are you.

May I suggest tracking chips of some kind?

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[retconman]

The thought has crossed my mind. [ He sounds only half-serious, but he's truthfully 100% serious. B| ] It'd certainly make my life easier.

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[ex_backstab594]

It was bandied about in my army when I ran it, but it wasn't cost effective for us.

How many individuals comprise your team? Under 50?

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[retconman]

About six or seven, at the moment. But I don't think tracking chips are really in the cards. Getting the consent waivers alone would be their own hassle.

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[ex_backstab594]

Consent.

[ha ha that's a funny --wait]

Oh, ah. Of course.

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[retconman]

That little detail. It's all right, the port in/port out rate probably makes it a waste of money and resources anyway.