So Lockdown was the pay-em-and-slay-em type. Just gear. On one hand, meeting a Cybertronian who wasn't a card-carrying Megatron obsessive made a refreshing change. On the other, it meant that he couldn't trust the guy for slag unless currency was involved. And yet, even that had an oddly reliable ring to it. He relented.

'Diabolical plan', huh?" He sat back, catching the man's eye briefly. "Well. Just so long as it's nothing to do with me, I don't give a frag. I've got bigger fish to-" He broke off suddenly. Not any more you don't, pal. "I'm not interested in politics," he finished eventually, cursing silently. How was it that X had managed to sink so deeply into him?