Nemesis Prime turns to Cyclonus, his voice a low hiss of satisfied menace mingled with indifference and contempt. "He's all yours, bounty hunter." Then his dark visor goes to the Omnicons. "Reset the chamber for Hot Shot."

"He's just landed, my lord," one of his aids informs him quietly.

The dark Prime nods as though this is no news to him. "See to it that he finds his way here."