Swindle was an easygoing mech, at least more so than most on the Nemesis. He didn't care how the war ended as long as he was able to turn a profit, and he was about to turn a lovely one.

"So, my good mech, what are you in for?"

Swindle perched in a darker than usual corner of the nemesis, where every mech knew where to find him. This "good mech" in particular was Frenzy. Small, childish and the cassette of one of the most valued mechs on the Nemesis. Surely he had money.

"I need a gun! A big one! That fragger skywarp was talkin smack about boss! I wanna teach him a lesson!"

Swindle grinned, the cassettes devotion to Soundwave was adorable. It was also profitable. "I have just what you need, my good mech." Swindle rummaged through his subspace for a small stun-gun.

"This," he began, smiling wide and as friendly as he could muster, "is exactly what you want" swindle waved it just out of Frenzy's grasp. "It's like a temporary immobilizer. Keeps the glitch from warping out of your punishment range.

Frenzy's optics went wide. "Ooh, how much you askin for it?"

"How much you got?"

"Unm.. 200?"

Swindle was unimpressed.

"250..?"

"Frenzy..."

"300's all I got! Any more and boss'll scrap me!"

Swindle swiped the little papers from the eager hand and tossed him the gun. "Pleasure doing business!"

"You just highway robbed a kid and ruined the rest of a poor seeker's week. Anything to say for yourself, brother of mine?"

"Vortex!" Swindle jumped and turned to face the mech who snuck behind him. "Don't scare me like that! An' who am I to deny someone service?"

"Service. Yeah..."

"Whatever interrogator, don't sadists like you spend your time torturing instead of pestering their little brothers?"

"The autoglitch I had in my playroom squeaked, so now I get all day to spend with my baby brother!"

"Whatever, creep. Just don't scare away any business."

"What, like freakshow over there?" Vortex nodded over to a mech hiding around a corner, almost unnoticed if not for his fidgeting.

"Ain't that one of the stunts? The little one with the panicky optics?" Swindle shifted, trying to make it unclear he was talking about anyone in particular. Never want to scare away a potential customer.

"Yeah... Looks like he's scared of us."

"He's scared of everyone."

"Sign of a scrap decepticon."

"The stunts've been around longer than we have, must be good for something if Menasaur can stay whole..." Swindle began to thumb through his stack of credits.

"I'm gonna spook him,"

"Not in my corner. You're gonna frag up business."

"Yeah, yeah..." Vortex wandered away, forgetting about spending the day with his brother, leaving swindle to eagerly wait for a customer. Or for the fidgeting mech around the corner to speak up.

As if he could read Swindle's mind, the shaking stunticon who was now without a doubt breakdown, peeped from his corner to look at swindle.

"... You in the market, stunt?"

Breakdown sputtered and sped out of sight again.

"... Whatever..."