Prologue
Everything was normal. The Autobots hadn't seen any sign of real trouble since Megatron and Starscream had fallen into the spacebridge, unless you counted a few thieves as a great threat to a team of giant fighting robots!
It was midnight. The moon shone brightly over there secret warehouse base and not a creature, nor a bot stirred inside. But far away their was a bot, his purple optics awake with flame, his stingers out. He could somehow sense other Autobots where here, but he daren't approach them, after all, to them he was a traitor.
Fools! he thought They believe the lies of Bumblebee. Oh yes, he had never forgotten his greatest enemy, and one day, he would get his revenge on the bot who left him in the stockades to rot! His stingers sparked with anticipation. But he had no idea where this bot was, but he had a plan. He knew Bumblebee's energy signature like he knew his own, and he would find him. A screen made a blip sound and glew in the dark. The dark bot picked it up, his optics widening. A grin of satisfaction spread across his faceplate. This was good. This was very good. He got up and slunk away from his hiding place, as stealthy as a wolf. Remembering all his training he prepared himself for his long trek.
Watch out Bumblebee he thought happily, and evil smirk spreading across his face I'm coming for you. And this time, you'll be the one left to rot!