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(Eliza's POV)

It had been an entire TWO HOURS since we'd gotten back to the warehouse and found the others. And Seyer hadn't stopped talking.

He didn't look anything like Prowl. Seyer was dark blue in colour, with a grey face and white streaks on his arms. And a really big mouth.

'… and then you just vanish without saying anything! I thought I might've found you in the ranks of Autobots when the war started, but NO! Then I checked the data banks for Decepticons but you didn't come up either. Not to mention…' his voice was grating on my ear drums. Prowl and I were both sitting on the floor. The girl, Myra, had a very concerned look on her face, and Jazz and Orix hadn't said anything since they arrived.

Does he ever stop talking? I asked Prowl through our link. He had a very pained look on his face, but I don't think it was from the memories being brought up.

I wish. He was very talkative when he was younger and always asking questions. It is like he couldn't figure out the answer on his own. It made him weak, even though he was the oldest. Prowl's voice was laced with bitterness.

I'm assuming you don't like your brother

'Like' is not a strong enough word. I hate all of my siblings. He replied sharply. I cringed slightly.

You have more siblings? This was news to me.

Both on the Decepticons side.

Isn't that worse? According to the Autobots, the Decepticons were the cruelest Cybertronians, using harsh interrogation tactics and fighting for dominance. The Autobots had been striving for peace and the Decepticons for power.

Prowl picked up on my thoughts. Don't believe any of that slag. Neither side will give up until one has ultimate power, and the other is all dead. We don't live in a place of equals; we live in a place of dominance. Whoever is strongest is leader.

That's one way to sum it up. I turned my attention back to the ranting Seyer.

'What was going through your head at the time? What made you want to-' Prowl cracked.

'What do you think?! Oh wait, that's right you don't! You have never thought for yourself! I didn't join either side because it would have been a futile attempt! This war will continue regardless of which side any of us choose to support. And now look. Cybertron is dead, but the fight is still waging. If you had any sense, you would try finding a way to end this without ending so many lives.' He shouted.

'What? Do you think Megatron is just gonna roll over and surrender? Mech, you're mad! It's not like he's for reason or anything!' Jazz said.

'Neither do the Autobots if after destroying their own planet during the war, they bring the fighting here to destroy Earth!' that sent everyone quiet. I suppose it never entered their heads at the time, but now that it was brought up, it made sense. If the Autobots were all about protecting lives, why were they endangering so many by being here? Very ironic.

Prowl was still fuming, so I reached out a calming mental presence to stable his mind. I didn't want a replay of the courtyard happening in my VERY EXPENSIVE retreat.

He slowly calmed, but the anger was still simmering. His face changed to a mask of a neutral façade.

'Who's she?' asked Myra, who had been silent most of this time, and shattering the silence that was continuing at the moment.

Prowl and I both tensed. Think, Eliza, think.

Prowl looked towards me. I took in a breath.

'My name is Tamara Mclenn. I am an agent for the American Government, who was assigned to the Autobot faction. I was charged with removing Cybertronian operative, Prowl, from the base and bring him here, for him to be integrated as a spy in the Decepticon ranks prior to his awakening.' I made that whole description up on the spot. I brought out my fake credentials.

'I knew Prowl from a while back already, before the Autobots and Decepticons arrived on Earth, so he could trust me.' Might as well add a bit of truth.

What are you doing? Asked Prowl.

Lying to save us.

'And how did you know Prowl before this?' asked Seyer.

'None of your concern.' Snapped Prowl, answering for me, 'Now get out.'

'We'd love to, except for the part that we can't!' Orix shouted. I walked over to a metal platform and brought up a computer.

'I need the coordinates for the Autobot base.' I said as I started programming the machine, 'I'll have to set it for four, this machine is less powerful than the one at the other building, so it will take longer to configure, but-' Orix stopped me.

'Set it for six. You two are coming back with us,'

'No.' Prowl and I shouted simultaneously. Orix grinned.

'Then tell us the truth.' She's good.

I sighed, 'I can't do that.'

'Then you're coming with us.' Orix made a move towards me, but Prowl slammed her down to the ground with a loud crash, his servo around her throat.

'Orix!' shouted Jazz. Prowl looked behind him. Jazz and Seyer walked towards him.

'Unless you want to experience our last encounter over again, I suggest you stay back,' Prowl's eyes glowed slightly. Jazz took a step back, but Seyer looked confused.

'What last encounter?'

Jazz hesitated, 'Remember the guy we told you about, who destroyed the courtyard and injured me and Orix? Well…' he gestured to Prowl. Seyer's eyes widened.

'You did that?'

'Big surprise. The mech you abandoned in the orphanage for four orns can move objects with his mind. You would've known that if any of you had bothered to take me with you, or even stick around long enough!' So that was the root of Prowl's hatred.

What's an orn? I asked.

Cybertronian time periods. I'll explain later.

'Hey, one of us had the chance to leave. I was nearly in my adult frame, I took it. I was going to come back for you, but you were no longer there. The entire place was destroyed.' Seyer defended.

'It was torn down at the start of the war. I was in my second frame at that point, and Barricade and Swingglide had already joined the Decepticons. I was on the streets, stealing items and data pads. I self educated myself. The war hadn't gotten to far in before I learned cyber ninja training and practice in the mind. That is how I met Eliza. On a mental plane.' He was shouting again, and his eyes shone brighter.

I then realised Jazz was behind him.

'Prowl!' I called, but Jazz was already powering up his weapon.

'Don't you dare hurt her!' he said menacingly. Was something going on between them?

Prowl tensed and I sprung into action. I drew out my gun and grabbed Myra in a chokehold. I pressed the muzzle of my gun to her head and shouted.

'Nobody move or the kid gets it!'

'I'm not a kid! I'm twenty five!' she shouted. This was news to me.

'Seriously? You look about seventeen.' She shrugged. Then grabbed my arm and chucked me onto the floor.

'I'm also not helpless.' She kicked the gun across the floor.

I could identify that the gun that Jazz held was a null ray. Prowl told me about these things when we met on the plane.

It was beginning to make a whirring noise.

Prowl, release Orix and deal with Jazz and Seyer. I'll get little miss goody here as leverage. I told him my plan.

The last time you did that, didn't go so well. He pointed out.

Just do it.

He complied. His grip on Orix lessened and then he let go all together. He turned around and punched Jazz in the face.

I turned from my spot and the floor and kicked Myra's legs out from underneath her. I ran towards my gun. I was just a few centimeters away from it. My head was pulled back in a sharp tug. I barely held in a scream before my head was jerked back again. I knew who it was, and I was fed up with her.

I ripped my hair out of her hand, and mimicked exactly what Prowl had done. Punched her in the face.

She put both hands over her face. I must've broken her nose. I grabbed my gun again, and ran back, quickly glancing at Prowl. Currently he was fighting off three Autobots and succeeding.

I grabbed Myra and pushed her to her knees. I then slammed her flat down on the floor and placed my knee on her back. Then the gun.

'STOP!' I shouted. That got their attention and they looked towards me. The three Autobots eyes widened, while Prowl's eyes narrowed.

'I have no problem with killing her. My priority is to keep an eye on Prowl, and I will fill out that duty.' I threatened. Seyer took a step forward and I pushed the gun closer. He paused.

'We will go. But we will have to report this to Optimus Prime.' At this my own eyes narrowed.

I finally came to a decision, 'You may tell the leader of the Autobot the events that transpired, but you will not reveal our location. Or I will hunt her down and end her life.' I hissed out the last part to make sure they got the point. Myra whimpered below me. Pathetic.

Prowl; get those three over to the teleporter. She goes in afterwards. I looked towards Myra.

Understood… Eliza, that was- I cut his thought off.

I was not going to kill her Prowl. She may be hellishly annoying, but she is still a civilian. It would not be just to end her life. He still seemed skeptical, but didn't "Say" anything.

He walked the three over to the teleporter. He then stopped.

'Prowl?' I asked. He looked back at me. Then continued walking with them. They stepped onto the platform and quickly vanished.

He walked over to me and knelt down. I allowed him to pick up Myra, and he placed her on the platform as well. She was gone as well.

The warehouse was silent. Neither of us spoke. I wondered if he was mad with me because of what I did. I was about to ask but he beat me to it.

'I am not mad at you Eliza,' forgot about the mind connection, 'I am simply concerned. Seyer is not one to keep his mouth shut about anything. In a few joors, we could both be behind bars.'

I nodded. I had anticipated this.

We were going to my most secret retreats that no one had known of. We were going back to my home.

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