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The footsteps of the council thug faded to echoes as he retreated to tend to his wounds.
Whirl didn’t stick around to hear it.
As soon as the bot had turned, Whirl was on his pedes punching in the code to his habsuit. Once open he rushed inside, cradling Tailgate in his arms.
Gears and springs joined the shattered furniture strewn across the floor as they were swept off the bench to make room for Tailgate’s frame. Whirl was loath to let to minibot go, but he laid him down anyway. Cyclonus was still laying prone in the hall, he was still in danger.
Back in the hall Whirl heaved Cyclonus up, claws hooked carefully under his shoulders to avoid aggravating any wounds. Cyclonus was a big mech, but Whirl was able to drag him into the hab before he barricaded the door. As it stands, Whirl was more useful to the council if he could throw around his own weight and then some.