"Your friend is going to be on televsion. Jazz.".
An rather unpleased expression crossed the features for the president of the United States of America. Crossing her arms over her chest, she added "He is crontroversial figure here on Earth, you know.".
Optimus Prime didn´t look at her. His gaze was fixated at the distant horizon. The wind blowing in the height of Autobot City wasn´t bordering him. "Jazz is free to speak his mind, as are all of us." he finally answered.
The President didn´t seem pleased by his answer "You´re an armed alien militia building bases on Earth. Last time we made a deal with any of you, Galvatron tried to invade-". "And I stopped him." the Prime interrupted her. "And you made his second-in-command your second-in-command." the President finished.
Her cold drown eyes turned to the Prime as she continued "The time before that, Jazz killed John Powell. A cop. Last year, after you declared Earth to be part of an Alien-Empire, Jazz interfered wit