Location: Autobot Base – Briefing Room

The holographic screen flickered to life, casting a cold blue glow across the room. Images of MECH facilities, blueprints, and files flashed as Agent Fowler paced in front of the Autobots, arms crossed tightly.

Fowler: “MECH’s been getting bolder. Silas… that rusted snake, took Breakdown’s optic and turned him into a test subject. Their tech is advancing faster than we expected. But here’s the kicker—” He paused, eyes narrowing. “Silas’s own kid? Doesn’t back him. In fact, they’ve been leaking intel to us under the radar.”

Optimus Prime: “If this source is reliable, we may have a chance to dismantle MECH from within.”

Fowler: “Exactly. I’ve got my agents working on an extraction. But to pull this off, we’ll need to get MECH looking the other way. Smoke and mirrors, you follow?”

Bulkhead: “So you want us to stir up some trouble?” He cracked his fists together, a grin tugging at his mouthplates. “I can work with that.”

Ratchet: “I’d prefer a plan that doesn’t involve gratuitous damage. But if it helps shut MECH down, I’m in.”

Arcee: “I say we hit one of their outposts. Draw their forces out while your agents grab the kid.”

Fowler: “Exactly what I had in mind. We need noise, enough to pull their top techs off base. While they’re busy with you bots, we’ll extract the kid and whatever data they’ve got.”

Bumblebee: [series of beeps]

Raf: “Bee says he’s ready. He doesn’t like MECH messing with Cybertronians any more than we do.”

Optimus Prime: “Then we proceed with caution. MECH is dangerous and unpredictable. But if Silas’s own child stands against him… there is hope.”

Fowler: “Hope’s good, Prime. But we’re gonna need steel, strategy—and a whole lotta firepower.”

The Autobots exchanged glances, gears shifting into mission mode.

Optimus Prime: “Autobots—prepare for deployment.”