Ch. 8: (I'm letting y'all decide on the title)

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"Guess who decided to pay a visit." Ryanna said, storming in through the upper entrance with Deadlock behind her.

"Lemme guess: Agent Fowler." Ratchet said, turning from the computer.

"Ding ding ding! You won a lifetime supply of Energon."

"Hoo-rah." Ratchet was sarcastic. "I assume one of you spilled the news of our newest soldier."

Everyone turned their attention from what they were doing.

'It wasn't me.' Bee says.

"Don't look at me. I stopped answering Fowler's calls since the last time I had answered." Bulkhead said.

"Nada. Been riding Sierra between places with Jack," Arcee adds.

"Then who the frag told him?!" Rya shrieks from Deadlock's shoulder.

"I did." Boomed a loud voice.

They all look over at the monitor, and Megatron was standing in the picture. "You Autobots are on the last straw with your leader."

He backed up to reveal Optimus standing behind him in the grip of three different Decepticons.

"Especially since you took my best soldier from me. I understand you're holding him captive."

Ratchet went to speak up against his statement, but Ryanna caught him off guard when she ran up to the edge of the platform and snapped back a white lie. "Yes, we are."

"We are?" Arcee asked.

"Uh, ya. I did tell you to move him to he holding cell the other day, remember?"

Arcee caught on. "Oh yeah! You did!"

"Autobots. So short in the processor. Anyway, I purpose a trade; one soldier, for one Prime."

"We choose the location of the swap."

"Fine. You have two hours to choose a location. After that, I do a system rest on his processor."

He signed off with that.

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