"Well, that's one thing I never have to worry about."

Being a spy meant that your command structure was a bit interesting. Nothing like the common foot soldier grunt like Spinister. He had his handler to answer to, and a few other mechs, but besides that he was left to his own devices.

The way he liked it.

"It's not real Black Label but you know-- I tried. Go ahead and sit and enjoy your engex."

Brainstorm squints at Spinister to make sure he was sufficiently distracted, then goes to drift back over to his work bench.