Bitter
The man held the gun to the back of Sam's head, swearing to kill him for what had happened to his only son.
Sam couldn't blame him, the Decepticons had been after him, and the twelve-year old had tragically gotten caught in the brutal crossfire.
The ropes cutting into his wrists were a reminder that he was he helpless, utterly unable to fight back, and his bond-brothers were too far away to get to him in time, even if Sam could stall the man.
He felt their panic as the man shoved him to the ground hard, promising Sam would never see the light of another day.
A gun fired, but Sam wasn't the target; the man went down, a look of shock on his face, hit by an ordinary policeman's bullet.
His friends would all be furious, and grateful to the officer who happened to be patrolling the area, but Sam couldn't find it in himself to feel anything but sorrow for the bitter father who had lost his entire world.