[Kidnappers...? Devcon shutterblinks and nods, filing the information away. The frown is back, and his optics narrow. Made a prisoner, again. It keeps getting better, doesn't it?
The organic talks along, but Devcon's busy calculating. Then he suddenly metions a certain designation and the hunter growls.]
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The organic talks along, but Devcon's busy calculating. Then he suddenly metions a certain designation and the hunter growls.]
Scorponok? There are Decepticons here?
[Aww, smelt.]