Optimus nodded down at Ratchet, thanking him over the comm as the medic transmitted his report. His gaze quickly shifted back to Megatron, and his expression, complete with a raised optic ridge, was very telling. He wouldn't normally be nearly this open with someone he didn't trust, but his purpose was to win the budding warlord over, at least enough to work with him.

"Where do you think? From my own experiences - in spite of my own experiences. Being within the Matrix only reenforced the ideals I already had."

He waved a hand, and with obvious reluctance, the guards tugged Megatron back up to his feet, one of them removing the cuffs.

"And now, I figure out where I'll be keeping you."