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every scrap of information now obsolete. He was gripped by a sudden anger. How dare he shirk<br />
responsibility How dare he assuage his guilt with suppositions and second-guesses He had to consider the<br />
facts of their situation: they were all going to die because of him. All this was his fault. He had insisted on<br />
waiting for the Quintessons to make the first move. When they attacked, he had argued to remain in<br />
Autobase and not assist the Decepticons. When they finally turned their attention to Iacon, he’d halved his<br />
troops and fled to a dead end. So Kup was right: all this was his fault.<br />
His tired eyes found the Death List, relegated to waist level and half-hidden among less arresting<br />
documents. It was made up of seven names. Seven names: how hopelessly inaccurate. Something grey and<br />
fleeting broke the surface of his mind, something usually anchored in the depths. He imagined his name –<br />
his full name, complete with biocode and serial number – typed out as number eight.<br />
How long would the list be now He couldn’t resist totalling and tallying: it was in his nature. He<br />
counted a good few hundred left on the battlefield and the three-dozen headless patients piled up in E<br />
Ward. Soon the casualties they had brought from Autobase would die too – he imagined them expiring as<br />
he walked the aisles, his name on their lips. There was nothing he could do for those that were already<br />
dead, for those countless Autobots he had already forsaken. A fierce determination rose up inside him.<br />
There would be no more deaths. He would do everything in his power to save their lives, even if it<br />
meant—<br />
What What could he do<br />
Determination alone could not save their lives. He was as powerless as he had ever been.<br />
The drilling became louder and more insistent (Kup had obviously recruited more workers).<br />
Suddenly Prowl leapt to his feet, opened the door and rushed headlong towards the sound.<br />
He knew what he had to do.<br />
Rev-Tone and Quark ignored the distant drilling. They were a long way from everyone else. After<br />
checking F Ward for structural weaknesses they’d sloped off into the outlying passageways, still under<br />
construction. Lanterns hung from skinny metal fences that blocked off unstable areas and funnelled the<br />
tunnel into a dark dead end. They sat on top of individual pyramids of rubble.<br />
Quark took a handful of grit from his seat and threw it into the darkness. It struck a distant wall with<br />
satisfying impact.<br />
‘How are you feeling’ he asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.<br />
‘I feel half dead. I can hear and smell and taste the battle. I can picture the Quintessons advancing on<br />
all sides. I can recall the faces of everyone that looked away or shook their head as I begged them to come<br />
with me. I feel guilty for surviving. I feel angry with myself for that guilt. I feel sick.’<br />
Quark leant to pick up more filings (scoop) and sent them flying (chink). ‘I was asking about your<br />
legs.’<br />
‘Oh. Right.’ Rev-Tone ran his hands over his thighs, testing the territory. ‘Yeah, they’re getting<br />
better. Thanks.’<br />
‘I feel the same as you,’ said Quark. ‘About the battle.’<br />
(Scoop. Chink.)<br />
‘They’ll be here soon,’ Rev-Tone mumbled, throwing his own handful of grit.<br />
‘I know. Frightening, isn’t it’<br />
‘Prowl doesn’t know what he’s doing.’<br />
‘He’s under a lot of pressure. It can’t be easy.’<br />
(Scoop. Chink.)<br />
‘He’s not the right type, you see. He hasn’t got the spark for leadership. At least Rodimus had the<br />
spark. Perceptor’s too preoccupied with the smaller picture – he wouldn’t be suitable – and Chromedome<br />
only comes into his own with computers or comms stuff. Kup’s going off the rails and Red Alert’s too<br />
paranoid.’<br />
‘Well there’s only one person suitable then, isn’t there’<br />
Rev-Tone stopped in mid-throw. ‘Me Well, I mean, I’m just a soldier, and a wounded one at that.’<br />
He shifted in his gravel seat. ‘And you know how I hate giving orders. Plus I’m universally recognised as<br />
the least popular Autobot since Flame. You and Bluestreak are the only ones who like me, and you don’t<br />
count.’