A/N: I went and bought a bunch of stuff for my graduation party, and there was this moment where I was just like. No, time STAHHP!1 it didn't.

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IBrokeThe4thWall: Yes, yes it does. XD You'll be surprised! XD

Shizuka Taiyou: I'm not very good at writing gore:( Unfortunately. I'll be trying though!

zrexheartz: I'd be pissed at the world! XD I'm a scorpio though, so when am I not? XD

Autobotschic: That's why I don't go into to the sunlight. It burns! (I'm such a shut in... XD Well, wait no further!

Sentinel: I hate him... I hate Sentinel. Prowl doesn't really understand them. I guess it's kind of like when you have a school project and you don't understand what you're presenting about, so you don't want to get in front of the class and talk about it. -Shrugs- Thats kind of how I think about You're a magician! Go! Do more magic! Get accepted into Hogwarts! You can do it! XD

Prowl placed the last data pad on the shelf. By this point in time the sniper would have been halfway to Kaon. When he arrived he would have exactly one orn to set up his two sniper positions. They would have to be close enough to each other that he could take his first shot, move far enough away as to not be traced, and fire the second shot.

Prowl jumped as a knock rang through his office. The door opened. "Prowl, we need to talk."

"Smokescreen, what can I do for you?"

"I'm worried about Sire."

Prowl's helm fell to the side. Had something happened? "Why?"

Smokescreen sat down on one of the chairs in front of Prowl's desk. Prowl sat down right after. "Sliver and Scatter Frost came up to me last night and said that Sire was acting strange. They said that he was on the ground a-"

"Is he alright?" Prowl interrupted.

"He wasn't hurt. I don't think anyways. As I was saying, the twins said that I should talk to him, and get him to relax, and loosen up, but when I went to see him, his door was locked, and he wouldn't let me in."

Prowl nodded. Numbers were running through his helm. The possibilities of what could have happened formed a tornado in his helm. "Did you try to talk to him this morning?"

"He wasn't there. He was gone. I tried to talk to Synchro, but he said that it was fine, and everything was in control." Smokescreen stood up and rubbed his helm. "It's just not like Sire to up and run off. He's just not the type of mech."

"Did you try speaking to Ironhide?" Prowl asked.

"Yeah, he said he didn't know anything. I asked Ratchet, and he said it was none of his business. Nobody knows where he is. You don't think after all these vorns of me worrying him, he's trying to get back at me?"

"There is a .3 percent chance of it being that." Prowl answered. He shook his helm. "I will talk with Synchro and see if I can get any information out of him."

Smokescreen nodded. "Thanks."

Bluestreak could tell when he entered Kaon. The buildings began to look like rubble instead of homes. Bots began giving him dirty looks while others began looking at him to scale up how much of a chance they had to pick pocket him.

Bluestreak transformed into Bipedal mode. His sniper position was already set by whoever had given him the plan, but the building where he was supposed to be was nothing but a pile of rubble in this point of time.

Bluestreak sighed. He glanced around, and nodded at another building from the opposite side of the road. He stepped up to the door of the building, and walked it. Though, he was not expecting the sight that greeted him.

Bots were being flung about by others. Tables were being broken. It was almost as if Bluestreak had walked into a building of brawling mechs, which he had. On the far side of the wall was the bar. Bluestreak decided try his chances of fighting his way up to the bar.

PG

A beautiful yellow mech snorted as a gray mech walked into the bar. He nudged his red brother to get the idiot's attention. "A Newbie is here."

His red brother smirked. "Oh, look Sunny! He's going to try and make it to the bar!"

"Don't call me that." Sunstreaker huffed. He snorted as the gray mech was knocked over.

"Wonder why he's here. He looks rich."

"Probably on business. You know how the rich bastards are."

The red brother smirked as a bot punched the gray mech in the face. "Poor guy."

"Shut up, Sideswipe. He's not poor."

Sideswipe shrugged. He raised an optic ridge as the gray mech stood up again. "This mech doesn't know when to give up."

Sunstreaker frowned as the mech was pinned to the ground. He slowly stood up. Sideswipe smirked. "So, we're going to get involved after all?"

"Shut up." Sunstreaker growled as he stepped over to the group. "SHUT THE FRAG UP!"

The whole place went silent. The gray mech looked up at him. "Sorry, were we being loud?"

Sideswipe let out a giggle. "We were just having a conversation, but if you want, you can keep getting the scrap beat out of you."

"Its fine, I just need to borrow the building's roof."

Sunstreaker pushed the bot off the gray mech. "Get up."

The gray mech nodded as he stood up slowly. Sunstreaker turned and walked off. Sideswipe smiled at the gray mech. "Come on. I'm Sideswipe, by the way!"

The gray mech nodded. "Silverstreak."

"How funny! Sunny's name is Sunstreaker!"

"Sunstreaker?"

"Yep!" Sideswipe smiled as the three made their way over to the back of the bar. "Hey! Lore! We're going to borrow your roof!"

"Sure." The bartender shook his servo, and waved Sideswipe off.

Sideswipe smiled, and walked through a doorway. "We have to go up the stairs, I hope a noble like you won't mind."

"That is fine." Silverstreak nodded.

Sideswipe smiled as they followed Sunstreaker up the steps. "So, where do you come from, mister Silverstreak?"

"Praxus."

"Really? Praxus?"

"Yes." Silverstreak nodded.

"I hear the place is full of art, and beauty." Sideswipe smirked as he felt his brother's attention drawn to the conversation.

"I wouldn't know. I used to be a teacher for younglings. I wasn't really that high in the caste."

"You're using past tense." Sunstreaker pointed out.

Silverstreak shrugged. "I'm here on the job."

The door opened to the roof. Silverstreak stepped out and looked around. There weren't a lot of secondary sniping positions but if he could fire off the two shots fast enough he wouldn't have to worry about it.

"This will do. Thank you!" Silverstreak smiled.

Sideswipe smirked. "We do require payment, ya know?"

Silverstreak smirked. "I'm sure you do!"

Sunstreaker snorted. "Sideswipe hurry up. We have things to do."

"I'm not leaving until he pays us!"

"I have no credits to pay." Silverstreak shrugged. "I didn't ask for your help anyways."

"You would have been crushed without us!" Sideswipe glared.

Silverstreak shook his helm. "I doubt that." He turned and looked over the edge of the roof. "I could have handled it myself."

Sunstreaker growled. "Sideswipe, hurry it up! Bets are starting soon!"

"I'm not leaving this guy alone until he pays me!"

Sunstreaker growled. "I'm leaving. Do whatever the frag you want."

Silverstreak glanced back at Sideswipe and shrugged. "He family?"

"What does it matter to you?"

"I have a family. I'd do anything for them." Silverstreak started looking at the different angles he would need for the direction Sentinel would be entering Kaon from.

"Yeah, well, Sunny and I would do anything for each other. We're split sparks."

"I know a pair of split sparks. They look exactly like each other, and enjoy playing processor games." Silverstreak brought his scope from the rifle. A smirk crossed his face as found the perfect angle.

"What are you doing anyways? Planning an assassination?"

"Yes."

Sideswipe was slightly surprised by the answer. He was only joking. "Seriously?"

"Yes."

"You're not serious?"

Silverstreak pulled out his sniper rifle and began setting it up. "I am."

"Holy frag! Who?"

"Nobody." Silverstreak pushed the scope into place, and examined his work.

"It has to be somebody. I bet it's somebody important. Wait, why would somebody important be in Kaon of all places, unless they're here for the gladiatorial pits?"

Silverstreak glanced back at Sideswipe. "I am not paying you."

"Primus frag it! Why not?"

"I don't have any credits."

"Then I guess I'll find out who it is when they get here." Sideswipe crossed his servos, and flung himself onto the ground. Making it perfectly clear, he was going nowhere.

Prowl walked up to Synchro's office, and nodded to the two bots guarding the door. They nodded back, and the door opened. Prowl walked in, and as soon as the door closed he spoke to the mech behind the desk. "Bluestreak's the sniper."

Synchro turned in his chair, and frowned at Prowl. "What are you talking about?"

"That mission I planned out was for Bluestreak. He's in Kaon right now, setting up for an assassination that could end in several different ways."

"Prowl, Bluestreak will be fine, he's probably already ready and waiting for Sentinel."

Prowl shook his helm. "I would hope so. We just got word that Sentinel is half an orn ahead of schedule. The two should be reaching Kaon by Mid-orn."

"Mid orn?" Synchro frowned. "That's earlier than expected. Suggested actions?"

"The plan goes as it was planned. When he sees them, he shoots."

Synchro nodded. "Alright. I'll send the information along. By the way, Bluestreak didn't want you or Smokescreen knowing about this. I didn't tell you, alright?"

Prowl nodded. "You did not." Prowl left the room with a sigh.

PG

Bluestreak glanced back at the red mech. He was still lounging about expecting to get paid. Bluestreak went rigid as he received a data burst. He quickly checked his internal clock. "Frag."

"What? Forget your trigger?"

Bluestreak looked over to the street. He could see the dust clouds build up from the two fast moving vehicles. Bluestreak flung himself over to his Rifle, and waited for the two to appear in range.

A red vehicle and a Black vehicle pulled up. Sideswipe positioned himself next to Bluestreak. "Holy frag! Is that Sentinel Prime?"

Bluestreak slowly took aim. He lined his scope up with the big mech's spark chamber. He pushed aside all his nervous feelings, and guilty conscious before he slowly squeezed the trigger. He kept his scope on Sentinel as he watched the big mech fall. He watched the energon flow freely from the gaping whole in the huge mech's chest.

Bluestreak felt like purging.

"HOLY FRAG!" Sideswipe backed up. "What th-"

Corse, the security guard, began looking around. Bluestreak released a satisfied sigh that the mech didn't trace his position. He quickly turned his gun to Corse. He took aim. Scrap! Corse moved!

Bluestreak followed Corse's movements with his rifle. He kept his gun trained on the big mech as he ran around trying to get somebody to fix the already graying frame of his prime. Finally the mech stopped. His Optics seemed to zero in on Bluestreak as the last shot was fired.

Corse's optics narrowed, with hatred lighting them up, in the astrosecond before the shot his square in the spark chamber. Bluestreak pulled his rifle down, the images of both mech's faces already engraving themselves in Bluestreak's helm.

Sideswipe stared in shock. "You just…" His sentence trailed off, condemning the two to silence. Bluestreak slowly began packing his stuff up. He dissembled his rifle, putting the pieces into their case, and putting the case into his Sub space.

It didn't take long for Sunstreaker to arrive. "Sideswipe!"

"I-I'm fine."

Sunstreaker glared at Bluestreak. "What did you do to him?"

"He didn't do anything. Well, not to me."

Bluestreak stared at the two as he slowly made his way off the roof.

"Hold it, Fragger! What happened?"

"He killed him." Sideswipe answered. A huge smiled grew over Sideswipe's face. "He killed him, Sunny! He killed Sentinel!"

"What?" Sunstreaker glared over to Bluestreak. "And what did that accomplish? Did that fix our problems?"

"No. I just did what I was told to. I was hired, and I did my job. Most likely a new prime will be chosen, they will just carry on with what Sentinel was doing. For the time being, the matrix goes to the council, who will do nothing for you, or anybody else. Have fun." Bluestreak walked off, down the stairs, out of the bar, and eventually back home, where he belonged. He would return disgusting and dirty just like the previous times.