Bumblebee continued to stare at the Black Autotrooper that gave him the 'evil red optic'. He had no idea what he was watching. He was so focused on that one Autotrooper that he failed to notice the wrestling match between Skids and Prowl that used to be a debate.

Eventually, Prowl stopped with his little fight, and went to Bumblebee. He said, "You're free to go, and so is your... friend." Then, he turned to the Autotrooper that Bumblebee was concentrating on, and said, "Autotrooper BRC-01, show them the door."

The Autotrooper said, "Yes, sir." before taking Bumblebee and Arcee to the elevator.


On the elevator, the Autotrooper said, "Unit Bumblebee, it's obvious there is a connection between you and Arcee."

Arcee and Bumblebee felt their faceplates heat up. The Autotrooper then said, "I thought so. Well... suppose one of you was kidnapped by someone for, oh, I don't know, an evil galactic tyrant. What would you do?"

Both of them shrugged, not sure what to do.

The Autotrooper smiled, then pressed the "Emergency Stop" button. The Elevator stopped. The Autotrooper then grabbed Arcee, causing her to scream.

He then activated a laser blaster in his right arm and shot a hole through the wall. Jumping out with Arcee, he transformed into a transport vehicle, placed Arcee in his compartment, then drove off...

Bumblebee was shocked at this... development. Arcee... was gone...


Arcee kicked and screamed inside of her new container. The Autotrooper that kidnapped her then said, "Oh, do shut up. Megatron's paying me a fortune for you, so try and stay intact."

"You scumbag! I will kill you when I get out of here! YOU HEAR ME?!" Arcee yelled.

"You're lucky Megatron wants you ALIVE. Said something about a harem, I dunno."

"You are a disgrace to Autotroopers, BRC-01!"

"Don't say that name! That is a thing of the past! I AM BARRICADE!" He yelled.

"You cybernetic bastard!"

"They don't pay me enough for this."


Bumblebee exited the elevator at top speed, thinking of ways to save Arcee. I've got to save her! You're as good as slag, BRC-01! He thought to himself.

The chase was on.