Sentinel was going through the skies of Iacon, staring down at the Cybertronians that lived their lives quite normally, at least for now. With a grumble Sentinel landed on top of a cyber-building and sat down, his back wings folding softly as a indicator that he's relaxed, but worried.

Clean white steam puffed out of his nose. He stared down at his servos and clenched them. He knew that Orion Pax and D-16 were suspicious about him, and could find out about his secret any moment. He needed to be ready. "Fools..."