Angels Come in Many Forms (Adopted)

Cybertron

With all of the recent attacks and increasing number of casualties, Ironhide had begun to question his leadership. The autobots were looking up to him, and lately, he was failing them. Ironhide crushed the arm rests of the chair he was sitting on as he received another report from Jetfire that a supplies vessel was attacked, no survivors.

"Not again," 

Ironhide sighed in defeat. The air commander put his servo on Ironhide's shoulder,

"Don't be tew hird on yerself mate, its war, it hippens." 

"I can't help it. If I had made a different decision, maybe those men would still be alive." 

He regretted as he looked down. Jetfire wasn't sure how to snap him out of his current state. It was normal for a new leader to question their skills around the beginning, but there was no time for that right now. 

"Ironhoide, swoitch plices 'ith me an' pretend ya wer' talkin to Optoimus. Wha would ya tell 'em?"

Ironhide huffed, remembering when he actually did have this conversation with Optimus. He shook his head, laughing a little at the memory.

Jetfire noticing his attitude change then asked, 

"Naw, whot is he tellin ya mate?"

Ironhide looked up at his second in command. 

"What does he tell everybody, Jetfire?"

He smiled behind his battle mask, and he and Ironhide said in unison, 

"You have a lot of growing up to do."

"He sura loved ta say tha, didn't he," 

"Yeah he did," 

Ironhide felt better now that he snapped out of it. 

"But we still got a problem on our hands."

"Oh eah, tha raids. Whot ah ya thinkin mate?"

Ironhide thought about it, and he didn't like what he came up with. 

"Well, the decepticons have a new strategy, so there's nothing we can do about that expect to figure it out. But what I want to know is how they know exactly where the platoons are gonna be at those specific times. All of the reports I have gotten describe them as ambushes. The 'cons are in and then out. No survivors, no witnesses."

"Whot ah ya gettin at, Sah?"

"There is a spy among us,"

"A Traita?! But who?" 

Jetfire was praying that Ironhide was wrong. 

"All tha's left are close froiends."

"I guess we were wrong about one of them. We need to find out who it is as soon as possible. So we are going to need to make a list of possible traitors and definite autobots."

Jetfire thought for a moment. 

"Whot if its tha new guy? Ya know, tha one we foun' in tha 'ole unda-groun'. Whot was 'is name? Mewnshada?"

Without a seconds thought Ironhide said, 

"No, it's not him. Moonshadow is just a kid."

"How kin ya be so sura? Oi mean, non' of this stirted till he showed up."

"If the kid is the spy, he is doing a lousy job. I think even an amateur spy would know to wait a while before causing trouble."

Jetfire was giving Ironhide a suspicious look. He sighed before he told him, 

"Ironhoide, Oi know ya gotta soft spot for kids, an' tha's why ya probibly don't think it's 'em. Not all kids are gewd."

He exhaled deeply since he knew he couldn't change the air commander's mind, 

"Fine, he'll be put on the list of suspects."

"Who else is on tha loist?"

"On the suspect list? Everybody except you, Jazz, Ratchet, Mia, and me."

"Tha's a boig loist. It not gonna be fun sniffin 'em out."

"Regardless, let's get to work"

In the ruins of what was once a mighty city on Cybertron, a cloaked mech hid in the shadows. He was waiting for someone, but he didn't have to wait long. He heard jet engines approaching. He watched as he saw the seeker transform and land gracefully. The moons of Cybertron providing the only light.

"I'm here...and I know you are too, Autobot." 

The Decepticon was suddenly startled, for he had a knife to his neck. The cloaked mech revealed himself. 

"You know, Starscream, your engines are pretty loud. Anyone can hear you from miles away."

Starscream smirked, 

"I did that on purpose." 

He shoved the Autobot off of him, 

"Now, what information do you have on the autobots?"

The light blue-eyed Autobot gave the Decepticon leader a few data pads. 

"Those are the routes that Ironhide is going to use to transport the energon. However, I am not sure when he is going to transport it. He is keeping things on the down low, courtesy of all of the raids."

"And he doesn't suspect that there is a traitor among the ranks?"

"No. And if he does, I know how to keep him off my trail."

"Excellent..."