It was his first day in the Decepticon base and already he was questioning his decisions. He had been chosen to fill an important role; an operative whose mission was to stay undercover and gather intel for the Autobots.

He didn't even think he would even get past the guard at the entrance. He'd said that he was some "new recruit" and they believed him that easily? Now what was he supposed to do? Did the others even think he'd even step a single pede inside the base? Is that why his instructions were so vague? Did they really have that little faith in him?

He walked through the halls, doing his best to conceal his nervous, paranoid demeanor, keeping his chin held high like he saw on the many of the other 'cons walking through the same hallway, masking his unnerved expression as he tried to get a sense for the new environment around him. He tried to act as if he belonged, as if he really was a member of the Decepticons, but the pressure was already getting to him...

He stared down at that datapad he had stolen earlier and was now gripping onto tightly, and stared at it.

There was nothing on it but a map of the base. Sure, maybe it wasn't that useful enough to report back since most things weren't labeled, but it'd help him find his new quarters at least a little bit easier.

He continued his walk, optics flickering back and forth between every 'con who passed him by. He was starting to hope that no one spoke to him at all, he felt like he could give himself away that easily. He tried to recall the directions to his quarters in his memory, but he already had a bad feeling that he'd take several wrong turns.

He passed a few more halls, and eventually came to one that led to a more secluded, quiet part of the base. He checked the datapad again, and thankfully, he was right on track.

And then he bumped into you.