Rage.
Primus damned, writhing rage.
He was furious.
Even the sensor stilling cold of stasis wasn't able to temper his fire.
Cyclonus had regained enough consciousness to know he was being shoved into a stasis cell by Dropforge.
Why hadn't anyone thought to put HIM under WATCH when he returned EMPTY-HANDED!?
He felt like he could breathe fire, let it spill from his vents and burn.
Dropforge and his police mecha slipped out into the front of the transport vehicle they were loaded on and Cyclonus realised he still wasn't out cold.
The van had six stasis cells divided equally along either side of the walls connected to a generator allowing the movement of many prisoners at once.
And he could see all of it.
All bar one pod filled and active.
His arms were beginning to feel cold and he hissed angrily, the van shuddered and began moving.
"RAGH!" He yelled mindlessly, channelling his rage to something more constructive and headbutted the container glass.
Fragging. Shattered.
A light flashed in panic as the cold air spilled out of the new hole and Cyclonus reached out and wrenched his pod open.
The door sprung away and he staggered out.
"Well I've never seen someone do THAT before, and it's been a long time" A familiar voice greeted him.
His systems may have been calling for a few moments to recuperate from his rather 'ungraceful' escape but he looked down.
Dropforge.
Cyclonus had no words for him but gave him a grunt and a sneer.
"Well, ain't you lucky we still have a functioning pod for you" Dropforge flicked a wrist and his baton was in-hand and ready for action.
Cyclonus didn't need to feel his back to know his weapon was gone and instead raised his claws, there was no way this was ending any other way.
Dropeforge charged forwards, landing a quick strike on Cyclonus's knee-joint making him drop down on it and Cyclonus cursed the cold still spilling from his broken pod preventing his systems from properly functioning.
A smaller target too, he had more than enough in his favour.
But Cyclonus was a warrior himself and had Dropforge under his control for long enough.
Sure enough, the little detective dropped on his back, pede's sharply jamming into his left side, readying to strike the back of his helm and force him to reboot.
Reaching up Cyclonus grabbed the first bit of foreign metal he felt and wrenched it from his back.
An angry startled grunt keyed him in on his success and he swung Dropforge into the ground before him.
It wasn't the most stable hold but Cyclonus had him by the baton-wielding hand.
"Sir!" A worried voice and the sound of movement came from up front.
"Keep driving!" Dropforge yelled, "We'll need the backup!"
"All for little old me?" Cyclonus sneered, before yelping as Dropforge kicked him in the face plates he wobbled upright with his free hand going to his face as it stung.
Dropforge dangled from his hand but kicked again, walloping him in the abdominal plates and Cyclonus wheezed staggering back.
He was not stupid however and despite Dropforge kicking him again making him stumble back again, slipping and wobbling into Skyjack's pod he was not going to let go.
Letting go meant letting him regain full mobility and use of his baton again.
Dropforge swung out again and kicked him in the chin and Cyclonus growled and stretched his arm out as far as he could distancing himself from the angry Mini.
Dropforge was right about one thing, he would be overpowered if they got their backup.
Better to end this as quick as possible.
Cyclonus yelped again as Dropforge punched his elbow joint and his arm twisted involuntarily.
He almost loosened his grip.
Cyclonus spun on the spot and put his arm out again, Dropforge was swung into Treadshock's pod and the police mecha grunted, momentarily stunned.
Quick as possible.
Cyclonus didn't let him move again but threw him to the ground, feeling his wrist gears creak uncomfortably as the Mini-con twisted in his unyielding grasp.
Crude but effective he did it again and swung the officer into the wall again and again.
By this point, the prison transporter must've been rocking from side to side.
He could, however, feel it's engine vibrate as it picked up speed.
Looking around the room he had to find a way to stop it.
The ceiling.
Like a big blue button of hit-here-for-freedom, a circular generator was planted squarely in the middle of the transporters roof with tubes leading out to the individual pods powering them and providing the stasis gases.
"NNRAH!" He almost wished he could've made some kind of quip but that brief pang of annoyance was more than made up for as Dropforge screamed.
His back connected to the softly glowing generator and was quickly engulfed in arcs of electricity dropping limply to the floor as Cyclonus let go leaving all the charge for the Autobot.
The flashing alarm lights faltered as did every other electronic thing in the van, the six pods began leaking gas from a vent on their sides.
Cyclonus stomped on Dropforge's back. Just to make sure.
"Sir! What's going on back there!?" The mecha from the front queried again.
There was a cue to leave.
The pod by the door though.
Cyberwarp.
There was a backup generator aboard to prevent the pods from fully deactivating and potentially releasing up to six dangerous prisoners but in the time it took for it to rectify the the problems caused by the main one's absence any captive would be awake.
At least for a while.
Her optics fluttered and shifted, a faint light bringing them back online.
They focused in and out until a relatively stable image was transferred to her processor.
The look of abject horror that washed over her face when she realised what had happened was glorious.
Taking the time to ensure she really revelled in her grievous error Cyclonus made a point of giving her his best smile, the one that brought out his optics and fangs, before waving slowly at her.
"Goodbye weak link" He hissed hoping she could hear.
Making sure to save her horrified expression in his memory banks he turned away, leaving her to her stasis as the backup generator picked up the slack.
Grabbing at the transporters storage doors, it took a small grunt of effort but he yanked it from its grounding, peeling the back of the transporter open.
Freedom.
With a smile, he jumped out of the speeding vehicle and transformed sailing into the air.