A/N
I'll tell you know…this is unbelievably short. I just wanted to add something new to a story. This was one slightly started. Also…you people are bad at guessing the game changer! Who are the one Cybertronians barely mentioned in this story that Prime doesn't know everything about and would give him something to worry about! Don't bother guessing…here's the answer.
The evil side of Prime
Chapter 12: Game changer?
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe waited behind Prowl for this so called game changer. Wheeljack, Jazz and Ratchet also stood on their toes for this mystery game changer. Brawn and Cliffjumper were out searching for anyone willing to help, figuring this game changer wouldn't change the game. Red Alert sat patiently in the corner. Prowl smiled, typing away at Teletraan.
"C'mon Prowl, what is it?" begged Sideswipe.
"You'll see," whispered Prowl.
"Give us a hint," sighed Sunstreaker.
"When this all started I was worried about them but now they could be our perfect distraction," explained Prowl, glancing at either twin.
"Them?" asked Sideswipe.
"You don't mean-" gasped Sunstreaker.
"Autobots?"
The twins nearly jumped behind Prowl. The strategist had surely gone mad to resort to the Decepticons for help. Megatron was on Teletraan's screen with a grim look. Starscream and the other seekers peeked over his shoulder in the background. The twins gulped, looking to Prowl for the joke or the real game changer. Prowl didn't change his serious expression.
"What do you fools want?" growled Megatron.
"We want you to play a distraction for us," answered Prowl.
"Prowl, please don't tell me you're serious," whispered Sunstreaker in Prowl's audio receptor.
"Yeah, this is crazy," whispered Sideswipe on the other side.
"Optimus has everyone in the base. Our only option is to resort outside of the base," nodded Prowl.
"Something's wrong with Optimus?" perked Megatron, leaning in.
"That is none of your concern," countered Prowl.
"Then tell me, who are we distracting?" Megatron smirked.
"Yes, it is true you will be distracting Optimus for a moment, but that is all you need to know," answered Prowl.
"What's in it for us!" howled Starscream in the background.
"Silence!" ordered Megatron, faking a slap to his second in command.
"But sir…" whimpered Starscream.
"We will not concern ourselves with that nonsense."
"Do we have a deal? You distract Optimus and we fix what we need to?" Prowl hummed.
"Yes."
"I'll send you the coordinates," nodded Prowl. "Thank you."
Megatron nodded and shut off the transmission before Starscream could argue again. The twins looked just as confused as the Decepticon second in command. They turned to Prowl. The strategist smiled, humming lightly as he opened a spare file on Teletraan. He began typing. The twins looked back at the others. They looked more confused than anyone.
"What just happened?" gasped Jazz.
"Did we just make a deal with the Cons?" snapped Ratchet.
"They don't want anything?" questioned Sideswipe.
"Megatron has pride issues. If anything was wrong with Optimus that he didn't cause, he'd be pretty ticked off. This way, he gets Prime back for another day and another chance for him to kill our gracious leader himself," offered Prowl. "Got it?"
"Not really," sighed Sunstreaker.
"You got a plan?" asked Ratchet.
"Oh do I have a plan," smiled Prowl, with a twisted smirk.