The blood pounded through his head like a violent drumbeat, making his head throb painfully along with it. When he first opened his eyes, the light they were exposed to stung like they were being burned, but he forced himself to adjust so he could look around. Through his blurred sight, all he could see were dark, damp stone walls, the room only lit by a single light bulb.

"Finally awake huh?" He looked over to where the voice came from and his eyes widened a fraction.

"Who the frag are you?" Once again, his human voice decided to make him sound weak by making his voice hoarse and crack in places. It obviously amused the other man, judging by the smirk that formed on his face.

"My name is Agent Simmons. From Sector Seven."

Megatron stiffened, the name of the organisation he feared slamming into his head like a ton of bricks, the memories of the forty years he was frozen, but aware as they tore parts from him also there. His fists clenched and his arm twitched. He looked down when he felt something stopping his arm from moving and saw the chains wrapped around his limbs. He pulled on them, a futile effort, only succeeding in tearing the skin around his wrists, making the blood trickle down his pale skin.

"What do you want?"

"You have been in my family's possession for more than forty years NBE-1. In short, I own you. And I wasn't about to let the Autobots take you away from me."

"I don't belong to anyone." He growled, his eyes flashing in anger as he yanked on his chains yet again, despite the pain in his wrists.

"That's where you're wrong. Very, very wrong." Simmons chuckled, he unlocked the bars to the cell, stepping in and walking forward with a syringe, crouching down in front of him. "Now if you don't settle down, I'm going to have to use this." He said in a patronising tone, smiling darkly.

Megatron stopped struggling and simply stared into the other man's eyes. Simmons relaxed and laughed, thinking he had scared the human Decepticon into submission. "Now-"

The Sector Seven agent fell back with a yelp when Megatron head butted him as hard as he could whilst chained to the floor. Simmons clamped a hand over his nose, looking at the blood on it when he pulled it away with an angry glare. "Right. Maybe this will make you co-operate a little more."

He jabbed the syringe into the Decepticon's arm, emptying it into his blood stream and leaving the cell, locking it and walking away with one last glower.

Megatron sat in confusion for a few minutes before he felt a sharp pain. He grunted and then gasped in pain as it spread all over his body. He fell back onto the floor, clenching his hands so hard that his nails cut into his skin. It felt like there was fire running through his veins accompanied by a feeling like when he had been frozen in the arctic, a sharp, stinging, cold feeling that cut through to his very bones.

Simmons watched through the mirrored glass with a sick satisfaction as the first scream tore through the air.

"Maggie, take a break already."

"I'm not going to stop until I find him."

"You're not going to find him if you pass out from sleep deprivation. Take a break, even if it's only a few hours, eat, take a shower, sleep, and then come back."

"It's my job to find things like this, I studied for years for it alright. We don't have any other analysts."

"Do you know any?"

"Other analysts?"

"No, other Autobots, of course other analysts, what else am I gunna be talking about?"

"Cool it...Well...I know someone who could maybe help..."

"Who?"

"His name's Glen Whitmann. He's not employed as an analysts, but he's one of the best I know, he's better than me."

"Have you got his number?"

"Yes, but it depends on how busy he is on whether he can make it here quickly or not."

"Well tell him it's a matter of life and death. It literally is Maggie. I know you probably don't want to hear it, but if we don't find Megatron soon..."

Maggie stood quickly, her chair falling on the floor behind her. She grabbed her phone and started dialling the number, walking out of the room to talk to the one young man that might just be able to help them.

"Hello?"

"Glen? It's Maggie."

"Maggie! I haven't heard from you in a while girl! What's goin on?"

"I need your help?"

"With what? What's wrong?"

"A friend of mine, Matt, he's...he's..."

"He's what Mags?"

"He's been kidnapped."

"What! By Who!"

"Sector Seven."

"The organisation in that sound signature we unscrambled?"

"Yes, Matt...he's not completely human. He's one of the Cybertronians, but he got turned human by The Allspark."

"What do you need my help for? This should be something for the Autobots. I mean, it's one of their kind."

"We don't know where the base he's been taken is. He could die any minute, I just don't know what else I can do..."

"Where are you Mags? I'll be right there."

"Take a look on the net for a military base called Vern base. Were there. Please, hurry."

"I will. Stay clam alright. I'll help."

"Thank you Glen, you have no idea how much this means to me."

"It's nothing Maggie. I'd do anything for you, and I have nothing against helping someone who needs it. I'll try and be as fast as I can."