Allright, this is my first fic so be nice. ^_- If it seems similar to Outerelf's story, that is for a very good reason. We both used the same Plot bunny.
Red Alert stared in disbelief at the security feed that covered the middle of the Rec Room. There was no sound, but Red Alert had long since learned to read faceplates. 'One more defense against a world pitted against him.' Red thought wryly. The case in point was now practically staring him in his faceplates.
There had been another We-Hate-Red-Alert grouse-fest going on in the Rec Room. Red had ignored this with long-born ease. He was used to it by now. What he wasn't used to, however, was Inferno joining in on it. Red's spark contracted. How could Inferno do this to him?
'He was using you,' an internal voice sneered, 'all he wanted was a 'face. Now that he has what he wants, he is free to show his true colors.'
'No…' Red protested feebly, but now he knew the truth, and he knew that his CPU would not survive living in such a hostile environment. Not after all this time. Not after having gotten used to having at least one mech on his side! With a heavy sigh, Red started to prepare his resignation to send to Prime.
"Sorry, no can do." Simmons smirked up at the large 'Bot standing in front of him.
"What?" Prime seemed honestly confused.
"You heard me. You messed up in letting Red Alert go, and we," at this point he gestured at the new S7 base, "are benefitting from your mistake." With that, Simmons took his leave. He had a meeting with his new head of Security.