[Inside his office, he listens along for a few moments, venting as he finally admits defeat]

It’s not as bad as I thought…

I’ll give it a shot. If I don’t like it I’ll make sure you’re listening to that noise for 13 hours.

Isn’t that an organic ruler?

I’m saying no to that noise.

I’m content without that. It’s more like a sense of something is wrong without background noise.

Silence has felt odd to me lately, it usually brings a sense of peace. I do not know why that is not the case now.

Do I have to keep reiterating that we are not together? This test is also fake, it does not accurately represent roles in the berth.

The same as you. Apparently

I haven’t taken it, I don’t even know where you got that.

I do regret knowing the internet everyday.

I’m not going to spoon feed you information.

Be blind to your downfall then.

Good day, Sentinel.

Sure, instill fear into your civilians. While you’re looking up human culture research the Gestapo and KGB for me.

Yes, because setting up a secret task force was a good idea.

Ultra Magnus trusts me because I can get the job done. I have earned it from hard work and dedication.

Not from throwing allies under the bus.

Stop trying to falsify claims that do not exist. I do not edit forms, you simply mark them up in an effort to frame me.

Maybe next you’ll fake footage of me sharing information?

Of a whole slew of crimes with no real evidence. You have let your own reputation tank, and now here you are attempting to remove me of my position because you feel I am sabotaging.

You are paranoid, delusional, and in need of professional help. Or maybe.

You just want to save your skin.

I have your things in triplicate. I can send everything to the Magnus.

Your own copies are hastily edited together scraps in order to save your own skin, or perhaps you’re too paranoid.

Ever since Ultra Magnus suffered an attack you have been pointing to me out of nowhere. You have accused me

But sure, go off about how it’s the Intelligence Departments responsibility, I’ll add that to everything we do after you cut our budget, and you reduced our size.

It is not my responsibility when you don’t sign a document properly. I can show you what you did wrong, but we cannot accept a document that hasn’t been signed right.

And it’s not up to the department to handhold you through your mistakes.

We need resources that you so love to deny.

I have no relationship with the Decepticons. And I sent it back to you because you filled them improperly.

For one all about decorum and tradition, you don’t know how to fill out a simple 504. Or requisition forms.

Ah yes, quite a job you have there. Have you filled out the forms I’ve requested so far or are you still on your crusades against enemies we can’t afford?

It took you this long to find out..?

That is not something that needed to be shared.

I’m not surprised that is how you know me.

I don’t need to feel ‘better’ I was simply curious.

And…why is that?

[The mechs posture changes, immediately on the defensive. The cassettes start questioning who Longarm is before they’re cut off]

And, why, did you follow Longarm?

[The mech jolts, its optic staring Orion down. It looks…familiar. Like it belongs on another face.]

You- how did you get in here?

[The cassettes all turn to look at Orion. With varying reactions from excited to suspicious]

[Therein, lies a towering mech, 3 avian cassettes and one bat cassette on his shoulders. All of them are talking at once, and it’s clear the mech is having difficulty keeping them content, as evidence by his slightly frazzled state.

No wonder he hasn’t noticed Orion]

Interesting, to see someone from a different universe…

Yes. Disappointing.