After much searching, Optimus and Bulkhead stumbled upon Wildriders command center within the ancient Destron stronghold. It was there they saw Wildrider inflicting a few more grizzly forms of torture upon the beheaded magnus, of which included placing him in a glass case surrounded with images and sounds of people laughing at him, energon-drip torture, and being jabbed with a scalding hot poker for Wildriders makeshift furnace.
Upon witnessing this, Optimus and Bulkhead then turned to the mastermind of the whole operation; Wildrider himself. He was sitting in his makeshift throne, glaring at them expectantly. Bulkhead and Optimus readied their weapons, not taking their optics off the shifty Stunticon nutjob for a second. “So…looks like you to AUTOTWATS found me at last. I WOULD congratulate you, but you just took so FUCKING long, I decided to just hand him over. I’ve gotten bored of him, you see, so I’ll just hand him over to you and get to work on my next plot.”
Optimus didn’t trust the crazed loon for a second. He motioned for bulkhead to gather sentinel. “You know we can’t just let you walk out of here just like that, right?”
Wildrider nodded, grinning feverishly. “OF COURSE. I just kidnapped and maimed your MAGNUS. I’d have to be CRAZY to think you were just going to let me off the hook…” He shifted, and Optimus felt somewhat nervous. Why was he so calm? Wildrider wasn’t one to show fear in the face of the enemy, but he seemed too…at ease. Like he was the one holding all the cards. At that moment, Wildrider leaped from his grand chair, punched the face of one distracted Optimus, and ran down the corridor. Before Optimus could fully process what just happened, alarms started blaring. A grating pre-recorded voice screeched out into the ghastly forgotten stronghold; “SELF-DESTRUCT MECHANISM INITIATED. EVACUATE IMMIDIATELY.”
The autobot rescue duo wasted no time running through the fort to get back to their ship. And when I say through, I mean THROUGH. Bulkhead charged through the decaying fortress walls less-than-gracefully in order to reach their ship. As soon as they strapped in, they lifted off, much to the discomfort of Sentinel.
As soon as they had entered the Stratosphere, the old fort lit up like an enormous flare. Gradually it got smaller and smaller as the autobot vessel flew on, and a feeling of relief came over the crew. One thought still plagued them though.
Wildrider was more than likely still out there.