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‘Pity we don’t share the same concerns, eh’ Death’s Head swapped wrist attachments and shredded<br />
half the lab with a hail of acid-tipped shards. Haxian ducked behind another workbench. ‘You should see<br />
what I do with my other hand,’ shouted Death’s Head, loading another spike-shell. ‘Come on. What’s the<br />
point in hiding Surrender and I’ll let you live.’<br />
‘Don’t listen to him! He’ll shoot you the moment you stand up!’<br />
‘Who’s side are you on, Siren Thinking maybe I’ll shoot you first.’<br />
‘That would invalidate your contract.’<br />
‘Should have read the small print, eh’<br />
‘Look, DH, if the Matrix is damaged we’ve come here for nothing.’<br />
‘You’re not my sole employer. Before you lot came along I was hired to wipe out whoever I found<br />
down here. And the Hybridians could outbid you with their loose change.’<br />
‘Fine time to start weighing up your loyalties!’<br />
‘Loyalties No such word. I’d double cross myself if I could make a profit, yes’<br />
‘Why am I not surprised You really are a sorry piece of— wait!’ Siren jabbed his weapon at the<br />
workbench. ‘Did you hear something I thought the Quint was out of ammo.’<br />
Death’s Head pointed to a handgun lying among the test tubes and broken glass. ‘He is.’<br />
Siren gave a nod, and they approached the workbench from opposite angles, ready to drop or dive or<br />
open fire. They found Haxian sitting upright with his legs stretched out, his hands hanging limply by his<br />
sides.<br />
‘Soft-destruct, they call it,’ said Siren, crouching to eye level. ‘The brain module burns itself out at<br />
rather than blowing up. Less painful.’<br />
Death’s Head looked puzzled. ‘You’d have thought he’d have gone for the big bang, eh Taken us<br />
out with him.’<br />
‘Some people, given the option, choose to die with dignity.’ Siren laid down his weapon and went to<br />
prise the Matrix from the scientist’s rigid hands. ‘Not everyone wants to go out fight—’<br />
Haxian exploded.<br />
At some point (somewhere between landing outside Delphi and banging a bullet through the fuselage<br />
of a distant Trident), Optimus Prime finally surrendered to the mechanics of war. Loose targeting, keeping<br />
space, marking attackers, picking the weak and unguarded: everything came flooding back. He was wellversed<br />
in the etiquette of war and its lexicon of denial: words like ‘countermove’, ‘damage limitation’ and<br />
‘pre-emptive strike’ could be used to excuse any indiscretion, any atrocity. He was a freedom fighter; his<br />
enemy was a terrorist. He interrogated; they tortured.<br />
A few of the more religious Autobots, already maddened by the onset of slow internal fade, had<br />
draped themselves at his feet, as if the sole of his boot could heal and temper.<br />
The Quintessons were everywhere. A Trident stitched a thread of plasmafire between fleeing<br />
Autobots; Rewind caved in under photon bolts; Getaway’s head left his body. He was so overwhelmed by<br />
the enemy (the troops, the Tridents, the liquid skim of green-silver/silver-green) and by the Autobots<br />
clinging to his heels, that he almost missed the transport ship sliding over the cliff-tops. It settled on the<br />
canyon floor and opened its doors, and suddenly they had arrived.<br />
Hundreds of them, all painted red.<br />
‘Where the hell have you been’<br />
Magnus knelt with his back to the wall and slotted another energon clip into place. ‘Shut up,<br />
Galvatron. I’m not in the mood, okay’<br />
Galvatron didn’t think it was an unreasonable question, considering that he’d spent the last few<br />
minutes waist-deep in aqua fortis trading shots with the Imperial Majestrix outside an enormous vault. Part<br />
of him wondered why he was bothering to shield himself when it was unlikely that Xenon’s lasers could<br />
penetrate his super-dense armour. Deep down he knew that he was being self-indulgent, dragging things<br />
out to make all this worthwhile.<br />
Ultra Magnus stared at Galvatron’s disquietingly serene expression. ‘Did you hear the explosion<br />
before’