Radio: Dead End to Long Haul

[Dead End]

Now that Dead End has Long Haul's frequency, he can interrogate talk to him without performing death- and Autobot-defying stunts to get close enough for conversation.

// Long Haul, to answer your question, my name is Dead End. Do you not recognise me? You helped build me, to Megatron's design. Fortunately, you are not to blame for Megatron's rather creative instructions to Vector Sigma. // There's a dark sardonic snap to Dead End's voice.

// What is your condition? // he continues. // Hook has been very concerned; he feared you had taken cranial damage sufficient to impair your memory. Did the Autobots repair you or work on you? //

[Long Haul]

//No way! I don't know you, I din't help build you, I ain't never worked for Megatron, and now that I got a heads up on what's down the road, I ain't never going to! I'm from before that monster reprogrammed my team, and when I get home, I'm gonna see it never happens! I am an Autobot, I've always been an Autobot, and I intend to stay that way!//

Long Haul's voice is beyond angry - there is a note that combines righteous fury and disgust over the thought of what the Decepticons, fate, the universe had had in store for him.

[Dead End]

// Fine, fine, // Dead End says wearily. // In all that vituperation, could you at least answer my question? Have you suffered cranial damage, and did the Autobots repair you or otherwise work on you? //

[Long Haul]

//Vitu-huh?// Long Haul starts, then shakes it off. Not important. //No! Ain't taken no damage here. Hook's the one what's wrong in the head!// There's a pause, then, //Oh, 'Sigma, Hook!//

[Dead End]

// Oh dear, dear, dear. This is going to make my favorite maintenance officer very unhappy. Thank you for your cooperation, Long Haul. Dead End out. //