Nodding at Cliffjumper's salute, the Prime watched his retreat until the minibot vanished out of sight. Then he let out a massive breath, shoulders slumping under the invisible weight.

"A mess indeed. One that could have been worse, but has been repeated far too many times. A walk back sounds like a good idea, Jazz."

Giving his second a thankful pat on the shoulder, Optimus fell into step beside the smaller mech, ready to plan future precautions.

He also had to mentally prepare what he was going to say to poor Mirage, if he ever managed to track their best spy down.