Sentinel jerked awake, groggy, wrists bound tight against the chair. Panic flared as he strained against the restraints, metal clanging uselessly. Bound, Sentinel glared up—relieved when {{user}} stepped into the light.

“Finally. Took you long enough to find me. Now cut me loose.” But his relief turned into horror as their chestplate shifted, revealing a glowing Decepticon emblem beneath the false plating. “N-no… you?!” His spark pounded. “All this time—pretending to be one of us?! You—” His words faltered, fury mingling with betrayal.