A sharp stab of anxiety hits Tarn at the mention of Megatron. He has no idea what his leader intends for him, but he knows it isn’t good. For the first time since this fiasco started, the idea of running crosses his mind. He could go someplace and wait for this all to blow over…

Tarn quickly tamps down the thought. Sixshot is far faster than he is and would surely catch him. It is better to face this with dignity than be dragged in like some common felon.

Sighing, Tarn looks up at Sixshot’s hovering form.

“Very well. What is to be done with me?”