Swindle’s red optics shone through the dark alleyway.

It seemed that he had another deal with someone else, which wasn’t a surprise.

The metal mask over his nose and mouth made him rather intimidating, even if he would rather make a few deals with the opposing side rather than fighting with them.

A low hum came from his engine as he leaned his frame against the wall of a rather mangled building. After all, they were in the middle of a war— it was usual for things to be rather broken.