He didn't owe me any payments, which is nice, but there's still the question of who's in charge now. The bloodsucker didn't exactly name anyone next in line just in case.
Y'know, it's been one standard Earth year since I had to land here. Thought I'd be outta here by now, but still no energy cells. Granted this place probably ain't too keen on me leaving, but when has that ever stopped me?
[Video opens, and Lockdown appears to have chains all over his body, held together with a heavy padlock. His legs and arms are still partly mobile, at least.]
This sucks. I can't even transform like this. And yes, I tried picking the lock and taking a blowtorch to it and the chains. Nothin'.
Naughty *Multiple murders *Multiple attempted murders *Turned Autobots and innocent neutrals over to Decepticons *Stolen mods *Attempted to turn Starscream in to Megatron *Left lovers in the dust after a single night *Fought dirty *Double-crossed clients if better deal was made *Scared others just for fun *Stalked and harassed Nathan *Tried to talk Prowl into leaving his team
Nice *Turned Decepticons over to the Elite Guard *Was a good dad to Charlie during a curse day
Out of the blue one day, Nathan finally decided to stop kidding himself and sent Lockdown a message to meet him out in town.
Lockdown eagerly accepted and met Nathan out in the parking lot of some shop. The meatbag climbed into the bounty hunter's back seat, where Lockdown made his burley holoform appear.
"Lockdown, I've been thinking it over, and I've decided that you win," Nathan said.
"Took you long enough," Lockdown replied, grinning at the young meatbag.
"I know and I'm very sorry about that,"
"So, you wanna start having some fun?" Lockdown gave Nathan his most sultry grin.
"You bet your sweet aft I do, you attractive bot you,"
And with that Nathan and Lockdown made beautiful music in his backseat. The bounty hunter would later brag about it over drinks to to Stark.