This takes place in the Rolling Storms Universe but much much later than were it is right now. May or may not put this in there. To tide people over for a while as I work on the next chapter.

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A bored lamborghini is a very dangerous creature. Especially when there's two of them and an unwitting prey. A short bit from the Rolling Storms Universe. Humor.

Rated: K Humor I do not own or make money off of Transformers. I only own Shay, poor woman.

The Behavior of the Beast

(Rolling Storms excerpt)

The wild Shay is a very solitary creature. Unlike it's more sociable brethren, this being will rarely seek out others and only interacts when there is no perceived threat. It is commonly found in hard to reach places or it's den. Catching a glimpse of such an illusive creature is an exceptional sight indeed.

That said, occasionally the female could be found wandering the halls alone. At this particular time, the creature was in such a place and had been stopped by two others. Both black and white, the datsun and porsche were not intimidating to the Shay, so she stopped in her wandering. It left her as an open target in the wide hallway.

Neither of the mainly monochromatic creatures were a threat to the feral lamborghinis either. They were certainly rivals to the carnelian and golden beasts, but that only made the hunt more challenging. Hunkering down, the gold hunter watched the prey they'd been stalking for the last half- hour. Cerulean optics narrowed and limbs tensed as the other lamborghini crouched at the corner and prepared to spring.

Having been about to go outside, the human woman heard Jazz call out to her. Pausing, Shay turned to see the commanding officers approaching. After she gave Prowl a courteous nod out of respect, they inquired about yesterday's trip. They conversed for a moment or so when the young lady suddenly frowned.

As if an inner warning had gone off, she started to turn her head. In the split second that this occurred, a crimson and black blur swooped in and snatched her from the metal floor. A bright saffron streak surged right behind them.

Resounding shouts of, "PUT ME DOWN! You idiotic...!" were cut off with whoops and laughter as they were down the hallway and around the corner before the oreo bots could move. Jazz reset his optics and chucked while Prowl vented a deep sigh. It seemed their conversation would have to wait until later.

The sunset-colored hunters tromped merrily back to their den with their loud prize. No one could outrun or hide from the beasts. They were feral lamborghinis after all.

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The Twins got bored and wanted Shay to come play video games with them. But then they had too much fun following her and waiting to see how long it would take for her to notice. Shay is definitely giving them an earful right now XD She is one of those females who does not appreciate being swept off without warning and she prefers to move by herself, thank you.