A/N: Story that came to me while watchung a lot of slave trade documentaries...I swear how sick and twisted some people are these days. Anyways, Enjoy!

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Further downtown of one of the few Neutral cities of Cybertron reveal nothing but a rundown, trashed area filled with old worn out buildings, thousands of homeless bots sleeping in the streets, and thieves and thugs lurking in every shadowed corner. It's definitely not a place one would vacation let alone live in. But with the war going on for the past millions of years, the city's current residents had less of a choice. This was their home, whether they themselves liked it or not…

Currently, the streets were quite and moderately empty, except for a few passing motorists and one lone suspicious looking bot…

A medium build mech walking down the street found himself stopped by a young silver and red mech, bright blue optics staring into his own green ones.

"Sir," the bot started with a sultry grin, letting his hands rub up and down the blue mechs chest. "How would you like to have a little fun?" he continued with a wink and a small swish of the hips.

The blue mech grunted, unimpressed. He cocked a optic ridge at the younger mech and shrugged. "How much?"

The silver mech smirked, letting his thin arms slither around the other mech's neck and pulling him down face to face. The blue mech had to admit though…the mech was kinda cute.

"It's 20 credits for oral, 50 for a quickie, and 150 for an all nighter plus a lap dance…" the mech breathed, causing the older to shudder. The mech pulled away slightly and reached into a compartment in his arm and took out a few credits. He then handed them to the mech.

"Here's 150..."

The silver and red mech smirked, counting the money for himself to make sure it was all there. When he was done, he subspaced it and snatched the other bot's hand in his own. "Lead the way, hot stuff…"

And with that they were off…

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A slam on the table caused the silver and red mech to jump. He cowered as the larger mech in front of him panted in anger.

"This is it?!" he roared, throwing the credits he had in his hand in the other bot's faceplate causing him to whimper. "Out of all the slagging mechs you could've gotten and the credits you could've came back with, all you give me is 700 fraggin' credits?!" The mech then threw the desk to the side, causing it to collide with the nearby wall and shatter to pieces. He then crossed the width between him and the younger, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him to the floor. The young mech whimpered in pain, receiving a harsh punch to the faceplates.

"Shut up!" the mech above him yelled, punching him once more and drawing some Energon. He reached down and grabbed the younger mech by the doorwings, holstered him up and swung him to the other side of the room. The mech landed with a sickening crunch, pain flaring through his backstrut, indicating his doorwings were crushed. He desperately tried to get back to his pedes, only for a large foot to come crashing down on his back and pinning him to the cold, steel floor.

The black mech leaned down and sneered menacingly. "Where's the rest of the money, you little whore? Huh?!" he grabbed one wing and ripped it ruthlessly out of the other mech. The silver mech arched his back and screeched in pain, quickly shutting up when the mech grabbed the other wing and began slow pulling on it.

"Please, Master, please don't…" the silver mech pleaded, looking up at narrowed gold optics. Another slap to the faceplates. The younger mech then gasped when the other pulled out a blaster and shoved it against his helm. He whimpered quietly as he felt it power up.

"You talk when I say you can talk…Ya hear, bitch?!" he roared, smacking the mech with the barrel of the blaster and sending him sprawling across the floor. He stood up at full length as he watch the pathetic sight of his slave struggling to get to his feet. He growled quietly, kicking the mech in the torso and onto his back, shoving his blaster in his mouth. He began pulling back the trigger. Another inch and the silver and red mech's whole head would be blown off…

"You are going to get your fraggin' aft back out there, earn some money, and come back with it ALL like a good little bitch…"he shoved the blaster harder into the slave's mouth causing the poor thing to gagged. "Ya got that, ya little piece of slag?!"

The young mech whimpered with wide optics and nodded wildly, causing his 'superior' to grin in satisfaction. The larger mech then grabbed his slave by the neck, dragged him to the door and flung him out.

"Then get to work!" with that the door slammed and locked closed, leaving the mech in the dirty, damp alleyway. He hugged himself closely as he got to his pedes and ran off in tears.

'Why did this have to happen to me?!' he thought as he finally collapsed a good ways away from his so called 'slave master'. 'I have to escape…I just have to…But how?" the young mech shook his head before sighing, wiping away the tears and puffing up his chest. He then heard loud music playing and walked toward the noise until he was met by a large building…a club.

'That should earn me some credits…' he thought as he sighed sadly and walked on in.

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"Explain to me why we are here again…" the black and white mech looked at his equally colored companion with an annoyed expression. He then looked up to see the bright neon sign of the cities local club shining above them reading, 'CLUB FREAKY'. strange, yet appropriate. His comrade turned to him with a grin.

"Aww, c'mon, Prowler! Lighten up!" the visored mech laughed, patting the other on the back. "Sides' we're on a mission…"

"My name is Prowl, Jazz…" the mech growled. "Not Prowler, not Prowlie, just Prowl."

The other mech chuckled lightly and put his hands up in a fake defense. "Ok, ok, I got it…" Prowl rolled his optics, pushing past his friend and entering the club. He cringed as he was met by blasting loud music and blinding bright lights flashing all over the place. The club was packed with mechs and femmes alike, dancing and drinking like there was no tomorrow. Jazz grinned as he stepped into the club, immediately dancing down to the dance floor and shaking it with a femme that happened to be in his way. Prowl groaned in annoyance. They had a job to do and his best friend was over there livin' la vida loca while he was stuck with everything! Perfect…just perfect.

Blue optics scanned over the lively place as he replayed his assignment in his head. There were suspected Decepticons in this area, recruiting neutrals into their team by the barrel full. Whether they were willing or completely reprogrammed to obey the Decepticons and their lord, Megatron. Prowl shuddered. Just the thought of that sick, sadistic bastard sent his tanks ready to purge. And to think the slagger was in any shape or form related to Prime…

He then sighed and offlined his optics for a moment. Not the time to get off topic. Just look around, check for Cons, stop their plans if needed and leave. A loud 'WHHOO HOO!' directed his attention back to the dance floor to see his comrade in arms dancing his whole spark out with a crowd surrounding him and cheering him on. Prowl stared in anger. How Jazz and he became best friends was beyond him.

'Also not the time to think about that…I have more important things to worry about…' he thought to himself as he began maneuvering himself through all the clubbers and finally resting on a chair in front of the bar table. The bar tender asked him if he wanted anything but he just waved the mech off. No way in the Pits was he going to get a drink in here so somebody could spike it. He sighed and buried his head in his hands. He was already getting a processor ache from the heavy music and noise all around him.

"Umm…Excuse me…" the black and white mech jumped in surprise, looking up as his blue optics locked with baby blue optics. The mech next to him smiled sheepishly. "Sorry to startle you…"

Prowl coughed uncomfortably, breaking optic contact with the other, admittedly attractive, mech. "Don't be sorry, I just wasn't expecting you…"

The other mech giggled, making the cop bot blush at the cute yet sultry voice. He then gasped when he felt a pair of hands trail over his doorwings. He moved backwards and looked at the smirking mech in shock. What was he doing?!

The other mech then leaned forward, pinning Prowl his seat as he placed an arm at each side of him. He then leaned forward so his lips were brushing against the officer's. "Think you could show this mech a good time, Big Bot?"

Prowl stared at the mech in shock before giving him a hard look and pushing the other away, much to the silver mech's shock. "I'm not that kind of mech." he said firmly.

"Aww, c'mon…Let go just once…" the silver and red mech said somewhat nervously as he tried to press his lips against the other in an attempt at a kiss. Prowl growled and successfully pushed the mech away and stood up at full height as he glowered down at the other. It was then he noticed something. The mech before him was very young…Most likely too young to be eligible to get into this club. He had a sense of innocence in his optics.

The officer also notice the numerous scratches, dents and dried up Energon adorning the young mechs frame. Also one of his wings were torn off completely while the other was barely hanging on by a few wires. He was recently beaten…but by who? Before he could question said mech, he found the younger was running through the groups of mechs and femmes.

"Wait!" he called, running after the mech. He didn't know what compelled him to follow the other. It could be his training that led him to want to help a fellow Transformer but for some reason when he saw the younger mech it felt somewhat deeper like…His spark stopped when he noticed three large bots following the young mech's path, looking royally pissed.

'Are they after him?' Prowl asked himself, as he leaned upward to try to see where the mechs were going of the see of bots. He growled as he continued his pursuit and opened his com link.

/Jazz! Jazz, this is Prowl! Respond!/

The comlink crackled on the other end momentarily before Prowl heard his friend respond.

/This is Jazz, Prowl! What's going on?!/

/I'm in pursuit of a few suspicious mechs and am in need of your assistance!/ Prowl answered, sending his on going coordinates.

/I'm on my way! Jazz out!/ With that the link was cut and Prowl began moving faster, trying desperately not to lose sight of the younger mech which was obviously being hunted by the large bots.

'Hold on, kid…'

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