*Wheeljack sets his toolbox down by the console in the security room, finally done with the repairs to the cell Dead End escaped from. It wasnt that hard of a challenge, but something about how it was broken got his processor running.*
*he checks through the camera feeds of the past few days in the brig, until finallly finding the jailbreak. A purple and grey decepticon had come in, messily broke the lock, and drove off with Dead End out into the mountains.*
*wait... they looked... familiar...*
*well, of course they did. They're a decepticon. But there was something else. Like Wheeljack had seen them recently.*
*he scans through more footage, while he's here, and even some recorded reports from recent skirmishes.*
*There, grainy, far off, but still there, is the 'con. At first they seem to be looking, scouting. A spy? No, they wouldn't have gotten caught. In a later tape, they seem surprised, like they finally found whatever they were looking for.*
*They appear in a few other tapes before disappearing completely.*
*Wheeljack knows he's been stressed lately. He knows he could be wrong. That it could be a coincidence. He doesn't have enough daya.*
*but with a twist in his tanks he can't ignore, Wheeljack can't help but feel like this mech is the reason he's been feeling watched lately.*
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