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[ambassadorspike]

Two weeks.

Spike throws down the papers he is supposed to be looking over, not having comprehended a single sentence on them for the last six hours. He knows that Perceptor and Wheeljack - and what a damned shock that was - and all the others are doing their best, but it's been two weeks without any leads and no further contact. It is wearing on

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[victordrath]

There is a crackling noise. "Ambassador." It is that deep, mechanical voice from before. "I'm calling on behalf of your son. I'm quite sure he wishes to say goodbye before he dies."

[schrodingersbot]

In his lab, Perceptor frowns in deep concentration as he notes the incoming transmission. As he begins monitoring it, he sends out a tightly encrypted comm signal to Rodimus, giving him a heads up.

Then his hands begin flashing over the console as he begins tracing the signal back to it's origin.

[ambassadorspike]

"What the hell are you talking about?" Spike growls, fear and anger and surprise making him lose his cool.

[victordrath]

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You did not follow my orders." Despite the filters his voice is being run through, the chill in his voice still stands strong. "And your pet Autobots have been trying to track your son down for quite a while now, as I'm sure they're doing now.

"If you'd like to beg for mercy, I'm afraid it's a bit late for that. The injection has already been administered. He'll be taking a very, very long nap quite soon. Good day, Ambassador."

And the line goes dead.

[ambassadorspike]

(( Autobots, roll out!))