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Lance had gone looking for Hunk, because nobody had seen him in for a couple of weeks. Which wasn't really unusual, actually, since the Brass had just sent them an upgraded Comp system, and Hunk could never resist locking himself away with upgrades and taking them apart to make them 'l33t'. When he started using numbers and backslashes in his speech, the VF tended to avoid him and wait for him to calm down and return back to the world of normal speech. But he'd never vanished for this long before, so Lance went looking. He found Hunk just as the mechanic was emerging from his cocoon, naked and slick and that should have been more than enough to arrest Lance's attention, but Hunk had wings! Little baby wings that fluttered a little, drying themselves off. They were thin, like stretched skin, and brightly patterned, and looked rather like butterfly wings, which Lance supposed made sense but he kept thinking that there should be feathers. "Hunk," he managed to croak out. "What the hell?" Hunk looked over his shoulder at the useless, fantastic wings and grimmaced. "Let's just say that I'm never going to frag anybody named '|-|4gg4r' again." |