Optimus nodded, a faint grin cropping up only after Megatron's back was turned, and quickly vanished. He strapped into the transport easily, preferring the utilitarian craft to far more flashy, extravagant models he could have been using.

That one would at least be more likely to keep him alive. Far more armor. And guns.

"A few more stops along the way. I have one or two more errands to run."

The craft lifted off at his signal, and they were quickly up on their way through the neon cloud banks.

And most definitely heading away from Iacon.