Chromedome would get his answer, though it lacked any of the fire and anger in his voice. It was quite the opposite, being as unfeeling and impersonal as the equipment that surrounded them.

Weaponry bristled out of the Decepticon frame almost instinctively in that extra second that he'd been given to react. He needn't worry about reaching for a gun when it was already built in.

One arm rose, aimed and coldly fired a single shot at Chromedome's leg as he lunged forward. He needn't kill him, that was unnecessary, but Prowl needed the mnemosurgeon disabled to be able to plan what to do next.