Jolt shuffled around in his den that he was using at his sickbay and his chemistry area where he worked on his own mixtures. He pushed bottles and others things off a berth and invited Optimus, Bumblebee, and Jazz to sit down while Lumber stood. Jolt wouldn't dare give his seat to a Decepticon.

Brisk strode in after stopping at Lumber. "Don't take it too personally. His sparkmate was killed by your kind. You can't blame him."

Lumber shook his head as Brisk sat beside him. "No I suppose I can't. Besides I prefer the ground over a berth."

Brisk nodded before Jolt sat in front of Optimus, his ears perked. "So Ratchet sent you," he asked, pleased that Ratchet had remembered him.

Optimus nodded. "Yes. He said you are an expect in biochemistry warfare."

"Is that what we're up against now," asked Jolt in shock as he turned his head to Brisk who was looking at him with round optics.

"No, at least not yet," cut in Jazz as he looked down on Jolt.

"Two members of our team are gravely ill with a strange virus and Ratchet doesn't know what to do. He said you would though," Optimus explained as he shook his head a bit.

"Virus you say," muttered Jolt as he turned around and pushed some papers from what seemed to be his desk. He took out a picture and pinned it on a wall. "When I was captured for a short time by the Decepticons they were building the prototype for a virus that would be even more deadly than Cybonic Plague."

"Why is it so dangerous," asked Lumber as he leaned forward.

"Because it's contagious by any fluid. It's mean to destroy the body from the inside and it takes a long time so it's a painful death. Then it means it has a longer time to spread and you have to destroy the virus from the inside which is a deadly process. No one can survive it," confessed Jolt as he set down the picture.

Lumber sighed and hung his head. "My brother contracted it since I gave it to him. Now his daughter has it and it's all he has left. You have to do something!"

Jolt turned his body and looked at a computer screen. "Don't give me your sob story yet," he growled as he clicked his claws against the keyboard. "Ever since I escaped I've been trying to make my own cure. It's not perfected yet but I may be able to at least slow down the destruction of his system. However it might be already too late."

"We have to do something though Jolt," argued Brisk as he padded forward and looked at Jolt.

Jolt looked to Optimus and dipped his head. "If Ratchet requested me I will go and do all I can to help. I just can't promise anything."

"I'm not asking for a promise," murmured Optimus as he stood and clenched his fists. "I'm asking for a chance."

Jolt dipped his head and looked to Brisk. "Alright. I'll get my things. Brisk, some help." Brisk nodded and darted forward, grabbing as much as he could before he transformed with Jolt doing the same thing. Optimus, Bumblebee, Jazz, and Lumber transformed as well.

"Autobots transform and roll out!"

Optimus sped forward with the rest of them following. Lumber prayed that it wasn't too late.