Scourge shifts, his shoulder and wing rubbing against the doorframe. "Course he does. But nothing short of getting tied up and thrown in the back of Astrotrain's gonna..."

The tracker pauses for a moment, trying to think less like Scourge and more like a Decepticon. A real Decepticon. A small smile flits across his face. "Of course, Ultra Magnus is co-commander of the allied forces..."