Mirage found that Jazz's Office as he entered the door was best to be described as Organized Chaos. Hound agreed to be his friend and he got a ping from Jazz saying he wanted to have a meeting at this Orn. Mirage is nervous and excited before he'd chime the door he wrote it down his emotions. It was a habit he developed during his stay at the New Institute.

Jazz merely watch the mech who stood on the other side of the door. The fact Mirage wrote something on the data pad was not lost to him. Mirage had that particular data pad in hidden on him and Jazz found it while he was being treated by Ratchet. Jazz knew Mirage wrote what he feel on the Data pad in truth he spoke to Rung about it. Rung said this juncture it is healthy habit other than suppressing what Mirage went through. Optimus Prime spoke to him before the saboteur did. Mirage is considered to be damage which normally Jazz agreed. Optimus said Mirage consider himself damage.

Mirage sat across from Jazz as the meeting started. The chaos of Jazz's office bothered the former noble mech so he shifted in his chair.

"So Mirage how do ya feel?" ask Jazz in cheery voice

"Much better and thank you for asking." Answered Mirage

"Enjoy the stars last night." Ask Jazz

Mirage stiffened in his chair as a response to the last statement of Jazz's. It did not surprise the Spy that Jazz knew about the night of star gazing.

"Yer not in trouble Mirage." Spoke Jazz "Ah eva' know that people need moments to tha selves."

"It clears my processor. So yes I did." Answer Mirage

"Optimus mentioned somethin' Ah hoped to talk ta ya before he did." Spoke Jazz "Ah been kinda of impressed wit ya. Sneaking out on Ratchet and the ability to go out to the cistern undetected also gatherin info about it. Ya do have making of Special Ops."

Mirage hung his head down in shame.

"I was trained to do that."

"No you were trained to be an Assassin, Mirage."

"It is not about killing people, Jazz?"

"Ain't killin, Mirage, it's about spyin'." Smiled Jazz "Killin will be part of it. The missions will require ya to defend yourself."

"Gathering intelligence?" asked Mirage

"Ah know that ya watch Megatron's rallies before the war." Spoke Jazz "What did ya think of them?"

"You want my opinion?" asked Mirage astounded

"Ah wouldna asked if I didn't." answer Jazz

"I believe in the sentiments that Megatron expressed about equality." Answer Mirage in thought. "I had seen the corruption of the Senate and Prime in that regards I do agree. What I questioned in Megatron's goals it was the people who hanged around him. It had been proven the methods I feared had resulted in a civil war. I am uncertain about the Autobots and they themselves are no innocents in this as well."

Jazz frowned a bit. Mirage was correct as well about the Autobots. Jazz watched Prowl many times during his career there something off about the mech. Being cold and logical is one thing but seeing mecha as pawns is another. Prowl did raise token resistance of Mirage joining the Autobot cause and that made Jazz wonder. Prowl wanted Mirage here. Part him bugged is that Mirage was tossed aside by the Black Ops and now desirable again. Mirage started to shift a bit feeling he misspoke about the Autobots.

"It is all right Mirage." Spoke Jazz "The Blacks Ops hav'na lost interest in ya."

Mirage optics whited in fear and terror.

"What they did is a violation of person and tha's a crime." Spoke Jazz "Ah'm not going ta' lie to you there will be a long time befor' ya recover."

"Once they poison me I thought I was free."

"They reassessed yer value, Raj." Spoke Jazz "Ah was debatin' tell ya this. Ah figured ya have a righ'ta know."

"If I recover how?" ask Mirage

"Trainin' will be more of therapy." Answer Jazz "Ah wanna ya to see Rung."

"The psychologist?"

"Yea…," nodded Jazz "If ya feel ya can trust'em then make it regular."

Mirage look at Jazz speculate. He is giving me choices and decisions to make on my own. "I asked for Hound's friendship."

"Ya trust Hound?"

"More than some of the people I have seen so far."

"Fair enough, Mirage. Trust will ya grow over time."

Mirage made his way over to the rec room and most of the Autobots were on duty. Jazz, seem honest enough and very easy going mech. Jazz made no illusions how rough the transition will be with some of the other mechs. The mini-bots alluded to the fact as they watched him and Hound talk. If Hound wasn't there Mirage would had bolted out of the room. Mirage made the decisions but he going stick it out. Perhaps someday he will know once again what it is like to be free again. Being spy again, Mirage, certainly would do it again especially it means fighting the Black Ops.

"So you made up mind rich bot?" Spoke red mini

"Indeed I have." Answer Mirage "And you are?"

"Cliffjumper, rich bot and don't you forget." Spoke the other

"No worries, Cliffjumper, I will be sure to remember your designation." Spoke Mirage

"Your kind leech off the minis for a long time." Snarled Cliffjumper "Towerlings are nothing but high class scum." Mirage merely said nothing. "I know you are up to something, Towers."

"I do have a designation Cliffjumper and it is not Towers, it is Mirage."

"Cliffjumper, that is enough, he may be nice mech after all." Spoke a yellow mini "My designation is Bumblebee, like Hound I am also a scout."

Mirage gave a tentative smile. "I am called Mirage, and it is a pleasure to meet you, Bumblebee."

"Hmmph about time I caught up with you!"

Mirage turns to the irate owner of the voice, Ratchet, the Autobot medic and took involuntary step back. Ratchet is seething and that is one word for it. Medics in Mirage experience are temperamental people.

"I admit most my patients do not have the ability to sneak out like that." Spoke Ratchet waltzing up to Mirage. "Even though I took the liberty of disabling the Electro-disrupter but you have sneak out still about rivals that of Jazz."

"I take that as a complement." Spoke Mirage

"Well it ain't one Mirage." Snarled Ratchet at Mirage. "I see that you didn't damage that hard work getting your systems up and running. So what did you do?"

Mirage cast a look at Cliffjumper and Bumblebee both seem to be silent. Cliffjumper slink back out of Ratchet range of attack but Bumblebee just stood quiet. Mirage did not believe at first that Ratchet is a force of nature not just a simple medic.

"Last night I was star gazing with Optimus Prime. Then I discuss things with Hound and later Jazz."

"That's it no High Grade!"

"Cliffjumper!" snarled Ratchet "All right Mirage since you are going part of us, now. When I saw you I thought you were a stick aft. It means that I can tell that you stick your aft in that berth until I say that you can leave!"

"Yes sir."