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The head of Cybertronian intelligence, Longarm Prime, has not been seen much lately, and there are a number of reasons for that. As one might expect from an intelligence officer, those reasons are kept private(what one might not expect are the reasons themselves, which are quite unusual for an intelligence officer, particularly a Prime). Today he's been here for a while before speaking, keeping his distance and observing those around him, Cybertronian or otherwise. After a moment, he steps forward and makes a noise he's picked up from some of the organics. If they did it, it would be called clearing their throats.
"Suppose a prisoner has escaped custody, a prisoner who might be in possession of information quite critical to your cause." He's choosing the words carefully, to neither lie nor give too much information. "Would you follow steps some might consider outside the normal protocol to bring him back to custody? Particularly if it involved the use of... unsavory elements?"
He almost stops there, but he punches a few buttons on a console on his arm and peers at it a moment. "And, also... what are the Cleve-Land Browns and why does every area I investigate on the Terran information network insist I require their memorabilia?"
"Suppose a prisoner has escaped custody, a prisoner who might be in possession of information quite critical to your cause." He's choosing the words carefully, to neither lie nor give too much information. "Would you follow steps some might consider outside the normal protocol to bring him back to custody? Particularly if it involved the use of... unsavory elements?"
He almost stops there, but he punches a few buttons on a console on his arm and peers at it a moment. "And, also... what are the Cleve-Land Browns and why does every area I investigate on the Terran information network insist I require their memorabilia?"