A/N: Sorry! I know it's late. I had to paint a building for fifty dollars! I get to buy the MTMTE comic series though!

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: It does have a ring! *ring ring!* Prowl is not evil! Meanie! He is off the chain! XD I thought it might be too obvious XD

Xrexheartz: I'm sure you have no idea! XD

Bluebutterflywitch: Naw! It's genius! XD I bet you were just drunk or something, and it magically found it's way into your hands! I hope so! I personally think the future chapters are a bit iffy, and I'm still editing them. (It's a pain, but a pain I enjoy XD) Synchro will totally convince th sniper, I mean there is litterally not one mech sneakier than Synchro. XD Prwl will be totally crushed! He'll fall to his knees and yell to the heavens! XD or not. He probably added them to list for anything they may do in the future. He's known to do that!

Shizuka Taiyou: Prowl just doesn't know how to deal with other's emotions sometimes. He's socially awkward like that!

Prowl leaned back in his office chair. He looked around his perfectly neat office, and turned back to the current data pad he was working on. One of Helix group's mechs had been attacked, and Prowl was in charge of planning the raid of the top suspect's unit. He was simply putting his battle computer to good use. Even if the idea was completely against Bluestreak's "Stay out of it" policy.

Synchro peeked into the office. "Prowl! Circuit-Su master! Woot!"

Prowl stared at the ridiculous older mech. "Thank you."

Synchro smiled. "You have those plans ready? I'd like to take a look at them before I show them at the meeting."

Prowl nodded as he stood up. "I do." He walked up to the huge shelves that lined his office. All full to the brim with data pads. He plucked up one of the data pads, and took it over to Synchro. "As long as the sniper is as good as you say he is, my calculations should be correct."

Synchro glanced over the information. "Oh, he is. Are you sure there will be this little security?"

Prowl nodded. "There is only going to be the head of security. The council guaranteed us this. They said he was going into Kaon, and didn't like taking much security. Even if there was more security, there would still be 87 percent chance of success."

Synchro nodded. "Good job, Prowl. I'm proud!"

"Thank you."

"I'll show this to the mech, and see what he thinks. It won't be easy, this mission, but your plan seems to be the easiest way to go about it."

Prowl nodded. "I'm sure it is."

Synchro laughed as he turned to leave the room. "So serious all the time!"

Prowl sighed as the door closed. He looked out of the window, and saw the smoke that continued to bellow from the distance. Kaon. The place was a mad house, and it wasn't about to get any better. Cybertron was going to the pits.

Synchro hummed as he walked into Ironhide's shooting range. "Evening, Hide!"

Ironhide glanced back at the mech. "Evening." He immediately turned back to the watching different bots shooting at the self-repairing drones. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, just looking for Blue." Synchro smiled. "You seen him?"

Ironhide glanced up at the ceiling in thought. "I think he said something about going to see Chromia, but you know how he gets distracted sometimes. Any news about the riots in Kaon?"

"There was a bombing a couple of orns ago. Could be connected, but we're not sure."

"Where?"

"A few buildings in Iacon."

Ironhide nodded. "You're not planning to let anything happen to Praxus, are you?"

"Praxus is my home. My pride and joy! Praxus is part of my family. I will protect it with nothing less than my life. Nothing, or nobody, will touch her. And if it does, it has me and the Helix group to answer to!"

Ironhide smirked. "Good. We won't go easy on them either!"

Synchro smiled. "No, we won't. Blue's with Chromia, right?"

"I already told you everything I know. Chromia isn't talking to me, so I can't be sure."

"That's a shame." Synchro turned, and walked out of the shooting range. :: Blue?::

::Yes?::

:: Meet me in my office. I have a job for you. ::

:: Alright. Be there in a minute. ::

Synchro sighed as he walked up to his office He nodded to the two mechs that stood guard. "Bluestreak is coming. Please let him in when he gets here."

The two mechs nodded and the office doors opened for Synchro. He walked in and placed Prowl's data pad on his desk. He sat down with a sigh, onlined the datapad, and began looking through the contents one last time.

The doors of Synchro's office opened, and Bluestreak walked in. "Evening, Sire!" Bluestreak nodded as he sat down on one of the comfy chairs placed in front of Synchro's desk.

"Evening. I have the mission plans for your next big one." Synchro passed the data pad to Bluestreak.

Bluestreak frowned as he accepted the data pad, and began looking it over. "Sentinel?"

Synchro nodded. "The council doesn't want him around anymore. They're blaming him for all the riots in Kaon."

"That's the Caste system's fault." Bluestreak countered.

"We know that. They know that, but they need somebot to blame, Sentinel just happens to be that bot."

Bluestreak glanced down guiltily. "Yeah."

Synchro sighed. "Listen Blue, I know you don't like doing this, and I would never ask if there was another option, but you are the best we have, and we're going to need the best to satisfy the council."

"Sire, I don't think I can do it. Not this time."

Synchro stood up, and walked around his desk. He grasped Bluestreak, and pulled him up by the shoulders. He held him in place, sending a stern gaze into the young Praxian's optics. "Blue, this isn't just some murder! The council doesn't want Sentinel in charge anymore. He's a dangerous mech who has been causing the lower castes grief. He is no better than a murderer. He is a murderer!"

Bluestreak looked away.

Synchro sighed. "We're family, right, Blue?"

"Of course." Bluestreak muttered.

"Sentinel is trying to tear our family apart. He's going to destroy Praxus because of his egotistical ways. We have to do this, and you're the only one who is capable of it. If we don't, the council has threatened to cut all funds to Praxus. "

Bluestreak frowned, and glanced down. "Alright."

Synchro pulled Bluestreak into a hug. "I'll take you out for drinks after you get back."

"Alright."

Synchro pulled away from Bluestreak, and sat back down behind his desk. "You're doing a good thing. There's going to be two mechs. Sentinel and Corse." Synchro leaned back in his chair. "Corse is sentinel's head of security. His personal body guard. He holds grudges. Take him out last, and yes you have to. I don't want him coming after you later."

Bluestreak nodded. "When do I leave?"

"Tomorrow. " Synchro sighed. "You have to beat him to Kaon. The whole route, and everything is on that data pad."

"Right." Bluestreak pursed his lips.

"This is for our future, Bluestreak. Prowl's future. Smokescreen's future. Everybody's future."

Bluestreak nodded as he turned to leave. He stopped halfway to the door, and glance back. "Am I going alone?"

Synchro glanced down. "Yes. Until you have to leave, relax. Don't stress yourself over it much."

Bluestreak clinched his fists. "How the frag am I supposed to relax when I'm out to kill some bots?" He quickly barged out of the room before Synchro could reply.

Synchro looked away from the door. "I'm sorry, Blue."

Pg

Bluestreak ran through the halls. He didn't have anywhere specifically to go, he was just running. Aimlessly maneuvering the halls, hoping to forget the crimes he had committed, and was about to commit again. Murder.

He was a murderer! He took the lives of bots so selfishly! He took lives only to protect the perfect delusion of a life he had going for himself. He had no right to take those lives! He did it, and he had no fragging right!

Bluestreak tripped over his own pedes, and slammed into the ground. He ignored the pain, and silently laid there. He deserved to lay there and die.

"Hey, get up."

Bluestreak shook his helm.

"Come on." A blue servo grabbed Bluestreak's arm, and yanked him up. Another servo brought his face up. Sliver and Scatter Frost stared at the bot with confusion.

"What could possibly…" One started.

"…be eating you up?" The other finished.

Bluestreak pulled his face, and arm away from the two. "Nothing."

"We know what nothing sounds like."

"And this is not nothing. Hey Scatter, doesn't he remind you of the yellow one when he acts like this?"

Scatter smirked. "He does. The yellow mech has this kind of attitude all the time!"

Bluestreak stared at the ground as the two femmes tried to get under his armor.

"The yellow one likes to pout…"

"…Just like you are right now."

"Do you like to pout?"

"Do you like acting like a sparkling?"

"Shut up!" Bluestreak glared. "I'm not in the mood."

The twins glanced at each other then back to Bluestreak. "We didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Lord Bluestreak."

"Yeah, we were only trying to make a little fun!"

The twins smirked, and each one took one side of Bluestreak. They wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Look! It's Bluestreak in the middle!"

Bluestreak frowned. "I'm not in the mood."

"Come on, Blue. Lighten up!"

"Yeah, what could possibly be eating you up?"

"Murder." Bluestreak answered as he pulled himself out of the twins' grasp, and ran off.

The twins frowned. "Scatter, I think Bluestreak is going to the one to assassin Sentinel."

Scatter Frost rolled her optics and slapped Sliver's helm. "Really? What gave it away?"

Sliver frowned. "Remember what happened last time he was sent out?"

Scatter Frost sighed. "Yeah. Maybe we should have Smokescreen talk to him without giving too much away."