"Well, this is certainly most unusual,” Tarn mused, and Prowl choked back a scream as his spark clenched in his chest. “I’ve never had the opportunity to use an Autobot as a bargaining chip before.”
Prowl slumped against his captor, intakes open wide as he sucked in great gulps of air, fans at their highest setting, whining against the strain. The purple hand on his helm pulled him upright again.
"But then there’s a first time for everything, I suppose."
Prowl spit static, blue optics flickering as that damnable voice wound its way through his systems. On the vidscreen in front of him, five pairs of red optics stared in wide-eyed horror.