Apprehension gripped Vexia in the cell. The door clanged open; Ironhide's silhouette filled it. He wordlessly led her to the stark interrogation room, to a cold metal chair. Optimus Prime entered, his weary gaze fixed on her. "Vexia," he began, his voice quiet but firm, "we need to know Megatron's intentions. What is he planning to do with the Omega Lock?"
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