Victor Drath sipped at his coffee idly, smirking as he read the paper. The brat had made front-page news: AMBASSADOR'S SON RETURNED HOME SAFELY. He glances at the picture-window, where his new female assistant is standing in the sunlight, smiling, waiting for orders ( Read more... )

Damn it, damn it, damn it!Drath grips the armrest of the car tightly. "How many of them are out there ( Read more... )

Drath sighs in relief, leaning against a nearby wall. The distraction seems to have worked -- the invisible Decepticon seems to have nabbed the bait and followed Galvatron. "Wonderful. Now, all the rest of the human prisoners -- all them, including and especially Daniel..." He turns to one of his men. "Did you find the boy ( Read more... )

Drath, though he may not know the proper terminology for it, is well aware that he is in deep, deep slag.

His surveillance -- now extremely limited, due to the fact that they were on to him and took many, many precautions -- shows they already figured out both the human-thing and the slave trade thing. Already. He had vaguely wondered if they ( Read more... )

"They's really creepin' me out ( Read more... )

The warehouse sits as inconspicuously as it did before -- except the damages taken from the Autobots' attack still haven't been fixed. There are still telltale signs of their passage through: broken doors, banged-up walls, scorch marks from lasers and such. It would be easy to follow in their footsteps should anyone, say... a Decepticon warlord, ( Read more... )

The car speeds quietly down the road. It is very early in the morning. Central City is just on the horizon, but hours will pass before the sun's first rays will touch that city.

Inside the sleek, black car there is only a handful of people -- some simply nameless yes-men to Victor Drath, one of them the Earth Ambassador to Cybertron. Spike is ( Read more... )

The loud booming of the shuttle's takeoff is muffled by the thick layers of metal and insulation surrounding their new cell. Through it, the sound is little more than a soft rumble, and may even lull them into a deeper sleep instead of waking them ( Read more... )

Drath watches with mild amusement as two of his men bring Daniel into the room. The boy's fighting spirit had dwindled somewhat -- though how much of it was probaby drugs Drath didn't have to guess. "Comfortable ( Read more... )

Somewhere in the depths of the warehouse's corridors, within a cell not unlike that where the trap had been laid, five cots are set up. Unpon each is a human, sprawled upon each bed like they'd simply been dumped there ( Read more... )