"Well, whatever it is, I'm not going to disclose it to you, here," Knock Out says with a pointed glance at the door. Soundwave is everywhere, somehow, and as far as Knock Out's concerned, he's always listening. Even under the effects of high grade, he's cautious.

"I think what happens next," he continues, rather carefully, as he hauls himself onto the edge of a medical berth to sit, "depends entirely on what Lord Megatron does next."