Once again, high command was a complete mess.
Ratchet was still unconscious.
Ironhide and Chromia still spent most meetings flirting with each other.
Thanks to Bluestreak, Bumblebee hadn't gotten more injured than he already was. But that didn't stop Optimus from frantically fretting over his ward who had been in the crossfires of two too many Decepticon attacks.
Red Alert was on the verge of another break down. They hadn't been able to find any evidence of how Silverstreak had escaped but somehow she must have because nobody had seen a shade of her in over twenty-four hours. Inferno had been temporarily relieved from his medical duties so that he could keep his partner sane.
And Prowl… well even those who weren't as used to deciphering the tactician's usual lack of outward emotion, could tell that something was off.
Silverstreak's betrayal had affected them all in different ways.
Jazz hadn't been as close to Silverstreak as he had to other members of Spec Ops. But he'd trusted her. Not only with his own life but with the lives of everyone that he cared about. And Jazz didn't trust easily. Even though he couldn't feel pain, he still felt like he had been stabbed in the back.
It was a miracle that Mirage and Hound had been discharged from the med-bay barely an hour before it became a fiery inferno otherwise he might not have had a spec ops at all. However the pair still weren't healed enough to brace the Decepticon infested planet to try searching for the traitor and with trust in spec ops currently at an all time low, Jazz had decided it would be best to employ some outside help, in this case the bounty hunter Devcon.
He just needed Prowl's permission to sign off on it.
Which was why Jazz was the one who discovered the state of their commander's office.
Prowl's office looked like it had been ransacked by a turbo-wolf. Rows of previously alphabetised meeting reports were now shattered across the floor. The desk and half of it's draws had been flipped over. And the seat next it out had gone out the window.
Which was to say nothing of Prowl himself.
The mech was living up to his name, prowling up and down the room, smoke practically steaming from his nose like an animal waiting for an excuse to pounce.
It was rare sight to see Prowl lose his composure. And Jazz wasn't going to lie to himself that the sight didn't send a shiver of thrill down his spinal strut even if this time he wasn't the one responsible for it.
"What?" Prowl demanded when he noticed their presence, apparently not even surprised at Jazz hacking open his door anymore.
"Go see Bluestreak." Jazz told him.
Prowl's eyes darted to the datapad in Jazz's hand.
"You can sign these tomorrow." Jazz said, hiding the pad behind his back. As per usual he ignored all warning signs of danger and strolled closer to the mech. Thankfully Prowl appeared to be too busy fighting with himself to take a strike as Jazz. "So go and see Bluestreak."
"She does not want to see me." Prowl stated, shaking his head as though he could shake his thoughts right out of his audio receptors.
"You're her brother." Jazz countered, placing a hand on Prowl's cheek. The metal was hot to the touch. Unusual for the mech who always appeared so cold. "And Silverstreak was the one who hurt her. Not you."
Under the hold of Jazz's steady hand the commander could no longer shake his head, finally forcing him to focus on the spy's words. Jazz could practically see the gears turning in his head as the logic of his own words against him settled in. Even if the stubborn bastard didn't want to admit that Jazz was right.
"Plus I know that your shift ended an hour ago and we both know that I can and will hack you out of your profile so you're not going to be doing any more work tonight one way or another." Jazz pointed out with deliberate cheek. This close he swore he could see the wire under the metal of Prowl's temple pulse. "So are you going to see her or what?"
Jazz grinned as Prowl spoke through gritted teeth.
"It appears I do not have a choice."
A/N: Can't believe Transformers One comes out next month! Ahhhhh! So excited! Xxxxxxx
