Transformers Regenerated: Prime Wars VI, Epilogue

EPILOGUE: WITHOUT REGRETS

--The past--

    "Jetfire, is it?"

    "Yeah," the white and red flier replied, staring at the floor of his cell. "You're Prowl, right? I've heard about you."

    Prowl frowned as he looked at the prisoner. "Nothing good, I take it?"

    "No, but then, Windtrail never had anything nice to say about cops." Jetfire looked up at him. "You remember Windtrail don't you? Iacon, Cycle 8807? It was just after Decepticon rhetoric had begun to make a resurgence."

    "Not ringing any bells."

    Jetfire shrugged. "Eh, not important. Never liked him much anyway."

    "So why did you join the Decepticons?"

    "I would think it was obvious," Jetfire said. "I'm an aspiring scientist who turns into a jet. How many of those do you see everyday?"

    "Point taken," Prowl admitted. "So why did you end up selling out your friends?"

    "I hesitate to use that term. But to answer your question, I had come to the realization that being a Decepticon seemed to also mean being an aggressive pain-in-the-aft. I may hate the system as it stands now, but I hate jerks and crooks even more. I never signed on to hurt anyone. I just wanted to make a change."

    "I see," Prowl murmured. "Well, seeing as you never actually did anything to benefit the Decepticons -- at least as far as I or anyone can tell -- along with the fact that you helped us apprehend three 'Cons...."

    Prowl pressed a button and the ray shield to Jetfire's cell vanished. The jet looked up at him in surprise.

    "You're letting me go?"

    Prowl smiled. "Of course. Like I said, you did nothing wrong."

    "Then... why even arrest me?"

    "Because I have an offer for you. And based on what you've told me, I think you're really going to like it."

--Now--

    "She said it was supposed to be right here."

    "Well, it's evidently not anymore." The tallest of the two bots made a tut-tut sound. "Shame. It would have been a nice catch."

    Rising to their feet, the other bot looked around the empty caverns. "So what now? Are we out of job? I hear the Secret Order is pretty much done for...."

    "There are thousands of Titans still out there, Ransack. We're hardly out of a job. As for the Secret Order...." Lockdown tapped his hook-hand against the wall. "I have it on good authority that they're still recuperating from a major setback but plan on getting back to business as soon as possible. In the meantime however, I've got another big client on the books."

    Digging his hook into the wall, Lockdown began to scale it back to the surface.

    "And unlike the Secret Order, I don't think they'll take too kind to failure."

TO BE CONTINUED