Optimus tried to ignore the feel of Megatron's optics on his back. He had too many things to do; too many plans in action. Signal was weak through the mines, but he could just manage contact with their transport ship...


...Ah, good. Despite his anger, he had a brief urge to smirk. One less thing to worry about, and the trip was already becoming profitable. He could focus all of his attention on the stubborn overseer in front of him.

"Oh are they now? And the public doesn't know of them, why? They don't know of the involuntary sacrifices these miners are making in the name of finding energon?"

Optimus' stare turned rather feral. "And you didn't exactly list them as a threat when you were trying to warn me away."