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Wrecker growled.

Once again the Regs were pinning Hunter to the wall. Blocking him in with their bigger bodies. Crosshair had been wrong that Hunter would have the easiest time fitting in since he looked the most normal. Even with the tattoo now on his face.

A tattoo that secretly pleased a part of Wrecker he kept deep inside himself.

But the Regs didn't see the similarities. They saw the differences. The supposed weakness. And Hunter's height, was one of the biggest targets.

The Regs hadn't seen how fast Hunter could move. How he effortlessly leaped from Droid to Droid. They didn't see the absolute trust when he let Wrecker throw him to places they couldn't reach and how he could dodge and slide under enemies to catch them off guard.

Hunter was dangerous, but would never show it unless needed. He was trained to be the Leader, the one between the Batch and the rest.

But Wrecker, he didn't have to please the Long Necks in that way.

Scowling he moved over to the group and before the Regs knew he was there (Hunter always knew where he was was) he reached over and grabbed his Leader, throwing him over his shoulder and glaring his 'brothers' down.

Hunter may be the smallest, but Wrecker was the biggest. He'd protect that balance at all cost.