Megatron's body hit the floor with a dull thud as a S7 agent threw him to the floor, but he couldn't care less about that. He was too busy trying to cough up the water that had gone into his lungs. He choked up the last of it and slumped on the floor, breathing hard after the oxygen deprivation he had gone through whilst being under the surface of the water.
He shouldn't have been surprised that Water Boarding had been on the list of torture they seemed to have written down. He winced as the door slammed shut behind the agent, the sound echoing through his skull.
Almost every inch of his body throbbed, at least two thirds of his skin covered in black, blue, purple and yellow bruises. He was sure that Simmons' and his thugs would be aiming to get that last third identical to the others soon.
He bit his lip, not caring about the action splitting it open, making the blood run free again. He slowly and carefully tried to move himself into a less awkward position, the noise of pain he made at his broken ribs shifting muffled by his mouth being forced shut by his teeth clenching together.
He collapsed into a position that was more comfortable, that took away some of the pain, even if it was only a tiny fraction. His eyelids felt heavy but he forced himself to keep them open. He couldn't be vulnerable at this time, he couldn't afford for them to do something to him without his knowledge whilst he slept.
Primus, he hoped the Autobots came to save him.
Simmons stared into the cell at the human Decepticon. The man had been beaten down in the space of two weeks. His skin was practically covered in bruises they had inflicted, blood marking some parts of his skin and his clothes filthy and torn.
No matter how it looked...he didn't like doing this. He seemed sadistic, but it was through orders. The head of Sector Seven was completely obsessed with Cybertronians, when Megatron had fallen out of their possession, he had been furious. He wanted the secrets to their weaponry as much as a druggie would want his next fix, a weird explanation, but pretty damned accurate.
He was against the harming of another human being; all he had wanted was to get Megatron into a cell, where he couldn't harm himself, or anyone else. But then the orders had come in for the torture to start. He had fought night and day so far for it to stop, but he was unheard, as usual.
He had always been told that he was quite a good actor when he tried, so he had to use that advantage when it came to the torture periods. He had to seem like he enjoyed the torture, like he enjoyed causing Megatron pain. He had seen the change in him over the month since he had been turned human, and the resentment he had felt had quickly disintegrated until it was non-existent.
That was why one of the other agent had tortured him today. Water Boarding was a frightening torture to say the least. The feeling of the oxygen in your lungs slowly running out until you couldn't hold your breath any longer and had to try and breathe, even if it was only water that entered your lungs. The was the burning that came with the water filling where there should be oxygen, the body attempted to fight, before it became weak and no longer resistant to the drowning.
He hated watching it, never mind actually inflicting it on someone.
As night approached, he sent the other S7 agents outside to guard, while he stayed and watched Megatron. He waited until he was sure none of them would come back, before grabbing a battle of water from the side and the keys to the cell. He opened the cell and walked in, watching as Megatron's rust red eyes glanced at him and hardened, as if he bracing himself for something else.
Simmons sighed internally and broke the lid off of the top of the bottle of water. If he remembered right , after Water Boarding, the victim's throat was rather painful afterwards, especially if salt water was used. He looked over at the large metal container that had contained the water and he could clearly smell the salt. He shook his head slightly and crouched in front of the Decepticon, setting the water down and then carefully lifting him up and resting him against the wall.
He saw the confusion in Megatron's eyes and sighed out loud this time. "I know you're probably wondering what the hell is going on, but this isn't a new form of torture. Do you think I like doing all this to you?"
He jerked with silent laughter and the nod his question received and grinned slightly before it faded. "I'm doing this because of orders. Let's just say, I'm a very good actor in front of the others."
"Then why aren't you acting now?" Simmons winced at the hoarse, cracking and painful voice that came from the other man.
"I sent them all outside to guard."
"I'm not getting out of here am I?" The S7 agent paused at that, thinking.
"I'm sure the Autobots are looking for this base right now. They'll come for you."
"What'll happen to you?"
"I'll...I'll probably be arrested."
"I can tell them not to."
"You don't have to do that." Megatron was silent after that; it was obvious that he thought that if he spoke again, his voice would completely crack.
Simmons grabbed the water bottle again and handed in to the Con. They sat in a companionable silence until the bottle became empty and the other human took it back.
"I've gotta leave before anyone comes back in. "He patted him on the shoulder gently before closing the cell door behind him and locking it. Just as he was about to walk away, he hesitated, wondering if he should tell the Decepticon that...
"Megatron...Just so you know, I'm sorry but, the torture is going to get a little worse from here on. You might..." He didn't finish the sentence, he didn't have to. He saw the realization dawn in the rusty eyes.
"I'm still not saying anything." Simmons smiled softly.
"I know..."
"I don't know, just tell him that there's a loose NBE around destroying stuff or something."
"I know! Blame Starscream!"
"I bet Megs sure wouldn't mind that."
"We are not getting anyone else tortured!"
"Why not? Screamers an ass."
"Screamer?"
"Sorry, it's my nickname habit again."
"Guys, this is completely off subject!"
"Sorry..."
"Sorry Lennox..."
"Thank you!"
Will shook his head and started dialling Simmons' number, waving away questions as it started ringing.
"Y'ello?"
"Agent Simmons, it's Captain Lennox." He put the phone on loudspeaker for everyone else to hear as Optimus threw him a pointed look.
"What can I do for you Captain Lennox?"
"I'm looking for NBE-1." He ignored the frantic waves at him and turned his back to the others in the room.
"...Wait a minute." There was a clatter on the other side of the line and a curse as something was dropped before the S7 agent started speaking again.
"Sorry, I had to encrypt this line. Now...you're looking for Megatron right? And tracking this number as we speak?"
Lennox froze, stuttering as he tried to think of something to say.
"Keep talking, and keep tracking."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I'm only following orders when it comes to all of this. It doesn't mean I agree with it. If tracking this number helps get him out, then keep doing it Chubster."
Glen straightened. "How did he know I was here?" He wondered aloud quietly without taking his eyes off of the screen.
"How's the situation with Starscream and the other Seekers?"
Will suddenly remembered he was supposed to be talking. "They haven't shown up in a while, we think they've backed off for a while after the last attack. We sure beat their asses, too bad they haven't got a mommy to run back to."
Simmons snorted with laughter on the other end of the phone and made a noise of agreement. "That's true. And how's your daughter?"
Will's face lit up at the mention of his precious little girl. "She's fantastic, she's started walking. She was just sat there and then she just got up and walked over to Sarah. Sure, she was a little wobbly, but it was good for her first time."
"Hm, you got a super kid."
"Nah, she's just my special little girl."
"Talking about the kid or your wife now?"
"Don't make me choose." Glen mouthed to Lennox that he had found the base's location and Lennox cleared his throat. "I gotta go, take care."
"Will do Will, see you soon." The call cut off and he turned back to everyone, smirking at their faces.
"What? Sometimes you just have to be straightforward." He turned to Glen. "Where's the base?"
"I tracked the call to the Tonopah underground military base in Nevada"
"That's two and a half hours away."
"Then we'd better go now. Optimus?"
"Autobots, humans and Decepticons. Roll out!"