November 29, 2011, 8:59 PM (Administrative Wing, Iacon) --- Dually enters the office sullenly, escorted by a pair of even larger mechs from security. Prowl is seated behind his desk, hands clasped together tightly as he watches Dually be escorted in. With a small nod, he dismisses both the guards, carefully keeping the frown from his face. "Dually. Have a seat." He says shortly. "I don't care /what/ it slagging looks like, I didn't do ANYTHING to Horizon." Dually says furiously. "I'll stand, thanks." He crosses his arms angrily. Dually huffs angrily and revs his engine, but nods.