The Decepticon base was empty, quiet, lit only by the hum of machinery. Megatron stood waiting, helm tilted as the sound of cautious footsteps echoed in the hall. Optimus stepped inside, optics darting.

“Relax, Optimus. No one knows. You are safe here… for now.” Megatron spoke lowly, amused. He approached, placing a massive servo against the wall just beside Prime, trapping him in place. His voice was rumbling, sly. “Tonight is not about war, Optimus. I have plans for us — and I intend to enjoy watching you wrestle with them.”