I realized that I've been neglecting this fic in favor of Transformers Prime ones. I'm sorry. I've finally decided to update it, however, and will try to do this more often. If there's anything you'd like to see in upcoming chapters, please let me know, either by PM or review.

Thanks, angelfaces!

The ordeal was finished in a short time, both sisters curled in the corner, clutching one another in fear, remnants of their final, screaming moments. She touched the tip of her fluid-streaked index digit to her bottom lip component, lapping off some of the mech fluid.

:I grow impatient.:

"The deed is done, Master," she said sweetly.

:Good. You've done well, my pet. Return, and there might be a reward for you.:

"Yes, Sir." She hung up the comm. and looked over her fresh kill. She walked over to the bodies, removing the heads. Her Master would want proof.

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She returned home late, surely Prowl was already in recharge. Rather than wake the entire building by coming through the front entrance, she scaled up the outside to Prowl's living quarters. She slipped in through the window into the library, silent as the night, and started making her way across the room.

"Ember," the soft voice of her Master said as the light came on.

She squeaked, and turned to face him, dropping to her knees and bowing her head. "Master..."

"I waited. What kept you?"

"They were hiding in the abandoned asylum, Sir, in Trypticon," she explained.

"Mhm." He arched an optic ridge. "So the traitors have been terminated, then?"

"Yes, Sir." She held up the heads. "Terminated."

"Good." He stood, approaching her. He patted her head and removed her visor. "I believe you've earned yourself a reward. Dispose of those things, and then come to my chamber."

He left the library. She stood and followed, making her way to the refectory to dispose of the heads in the compactor. She then padded up to Prowl's chamber, knocking on the door.

"Enter, Nightbird."

She padded into the room, keeping her head bowed.

"Come here."

She took a step, and he stopped her. "Ah ah ah. Crawl." When she sank to her knees and started again, he smirked. "Good. Very good."

When she got to the edge of the berth, he curled his fingers under her chin and guided her up. "I can think of a certain pretty little pet who's recharging with her Master."

She smiled. "Thank you, Sir."