Drabble .:wartime:.

“Holy Shi-“
  “MOVE IT!”
Grabbing the taller woman, they plunged behind a pile of debris, as missiles crashed. Shrapnel clanked against the steel wreckage, saving them from the worst of blows.
   Turning, Cat grabbed Umi by the shoulders. “Were you fucking insane?!” She yelled in a shrill voice. They had tried to gain some ground from the Decepticon attack, the only humans crazy enough, besides the US army that was out on the battlefield. The blond shook her head from the aftermath of the explosion’s effect, senses sharpening again.
   “Chill, I was trying to get us across,” She said quietly, checking her gun. The smaller woman was definitely not having it.
   “Umi…God, we could’ve died, baby…” She sighed, looking over the edge. Shrieking, she ducked back down, as Umi turned to see Blackout’s foot coming down on them both. She grabbed Cat’s hand and yanked, pulling out from under just in time before the metallic foot slammed into the ground. They jumped through a broken window, into what used to be a store of some sort. Hiding amongst the walls, Cat loaded the weapon of choice, her modified shotgun.  Umi, however, popped the plasma canister to her plasma rifle, inserting a new one she had in a pack tied to her belt.
   “How many rounds you got?” The blonde asked, raising a brow.
   “….17, 18 if you count the one already loaded,” She grinned slightly. “And you?”
    “Three more canisters, then that government pistol one of those suit guys dropped.”
    “Lucky, I wanted a souvenir too.” Cat said in a mock pout, issuing a chuckle from the other.
    “Umi?”
    “Hmm?”
    “Be careful. I lost Jazz…I don’t wanna lose you too.” Cat mumbled softly, looking down. That bastard…that ungodly, silver Decepticon bastard…She would have revenge, she would personally fry Megatron’s to hell for killing her brother, her only family left. Sure she was human, but Jazz really was all she had left, before Umi came into her life.
    Raising her weapon, she looked over. “Ready?”
     “Born ready, Cat.’ Dark hues of blues met cold grey, smiles mirrored, as the two ran back into the streets, meeting up with the military attachment lead by Captain Lennox.