Thank you to all reviewers. I'm sorry for the shortness, but I'm saving ideas for the next chapter, which I will probably get done by tomorrow, as the idea is clawing at me to get written.

WARNING: Some pretty bad language. May bump up the rating next chapter for extensive torture. If anyone has any extreme torture ideas they would like to see, put your hands on the keyboard and let your fingers dance to the tune of your mind :P

I hope to hear at least some ideas from people. Anyway, enough for little young me (can't really call me old, I'm only halfway through my teens xD). Enjoy.

Simmons hung up and tossed his phone onto the table, running his hand through his hair.

He heard a throat clear behind him and spun around in his chair. He face paled as he saw the head of S7.

He was standing...right behind him. He must have been the whole time.

"Well, I find this rather interesting Agent Simmons. You told the Autobots where to find us. I'm hurt."

"Sir, I didn't te-."

"You kept them on the line long enough for them to find us. You want them to find this alien so bad, we'll make sure they do. But the condition he's in...I can't promise it'll be good."

Simmons cried out as a fist struck him in the face hard enough to send him crashing into the wall. His head cracked against the solid surface and he lay there, slumped against the wall as his vision swam. He vaguely felt his arm being pulled up and something being clamped around it, but he was too dazed to see what.

As his vision cleared, he looked to his wrist and saw it was handcuffed to a pipe on the wall. He yanked on it with an annoyed growl, but it did little.

"I wouldn't try escaping." His boss lifted him up by the back of his shirt and threw him into a chair that was close to the pipe. From there, there was a good view into the cell of Megatron slumped in the corner, not moving apart from his breathing. "There, we wouldn't want you to miss the show now would we?

"Get out of the way!" Lennox yelled out as Ironhide swerved to avoid another car that was skipping lanes.

"Fraggin' idiots, where did they learn how to drive?" Ironhide grumbled, getting annoyed at all the switching he had to do.

"That's the point Hide, they didn't learn." The black Topkick chuckled lowly before getting serious again. This was no time to be joking around.

Optimus was really proving that fact, he was driving ruthlessly. Everyone got out of his way, but if they hadn't, it didn't look like he would have stopped anyway.

He could hear the thrumming of Blackout's rotors above him, the black copter making sure to stay with the group due to his cargo. He was carrying Frenzy, Decibel, Leo, Marissa and Epps as he was flying, Sam and Mikaela preferring to ride with Bumblebee, and Maggie wanting to go with Optimus, Glen tagging along, lugging a laptop, to make sure they were going in the correct direction.

"Prime, how much further?"

"We have about an hour left, if it was up to me, I'd speed up."

"You're already at the maximum speed limit Prime, and even though you're a vehicle, people can still tell you're pissed, it's kind of unnerving."

"I apologize."

"Don't worry about it Optimus." Ratchet said as he pulled up next to the Peterbuilt. "You have a right to be angry. This is your brother that is being treated like scrap."

"I just wish this traffic would move faster!" A car pulled in front of him and he slammed the brakes down, sighing heavily in irritation. He could see that Maggie was just as frustrated. She just wanted to find Megatron.

When it happened again a few minutes later, she finally snapped. She slammed her hand down onto the horn and yelled out of the window. "You Asshole!"

"Fuck you bitch!"

"Oh yeah pal, flip me off, can't you see there's a traffic jam!" She slumped into the seat before suddenly realizing what she had done. "Optimus I'm so sorry, I didn't hurt you when I hit your horn did I?"

"No, I'm perfectly fine Maggie, you have no need to worry."

"Still...Sorry."

Optimus held back a laugh as he heard Ironhide's quiet curse and Will yelling out of the window at another car.

"FUCK YOU!"

Megatron jumped as much as his battered and bruised body allowed him to as the cell door slammed open. His eyes narrowed in confusion at the person who stepped inside. It was a tell, grey haired man in a suit, his large glasses resting on his nose. His dark beady eyes were cold, calculating and cruel as he looked at the Decepticon leader.

He felt some of his earlier unease return at the sight of this man; he didn't look anything like the other. The atmosphere of violence and evil hung around him so heavy that you could probably see it if you looked hard enough.

He saw a glint of a knife, his eyes widened in fear, and then hell as he knew it began.