The two had just finished fighting, Bumblebee, though, for once was not the one standing. He was on his knees and hands, a little bit of energon fleeing his mouth, white-blue optics wide in terror. He waited for his rival, Barricade, to pull the trigger.

A pressure settled on the back of his head, and he tensed. Glancing back, Barricade's scarlet optics were down looking, a poker face settled on his faceplates.

"bang." One soft word- and he was gone.

When he was sure his killer was gone, Bumblebee began laughing quietly, then radioed Ratchet, the Autobot medic.

"You're never gonna believe this…"