I have to control Him. Because if I don't control Him, I'm dead. If He ever managed to take over completely, and reveal all My secrets to the enemy, it would be a disaster for the cause.

He's my other half, the other who I can never get away from, because He's inside Me, inside My body. But He's not part of Me, not any more. Maybe He was originally, but over time He became something more. It's as if there's a second spark in My body, the two of Us always struggling for control. And what terrifies Me is that I think He's getting the upper hand in that struggle.

Recently, there have been times, when He is dominant in My mind, that I lose time. I can't remember where He was or what He was doing in My body. I shudder to think what would happen if that occurred while I was infiltrating the enemy base. One slip could destroy everything in such a situation. I have no illusions that the enemy would show Me any mercy, if they discovered My true identity.

So I must redouble My efforts to keep Him at bay. I find there are times when I can push Him completely down, and for a little while, have total control of My mind. But He is aware of My efforts. He must be, at least on some level, because He resists it more each time, and I'm forced to find new ways around Him.

He'll probably push Me completely over the edge one day. But for the sake of My cause, I'll fight Him with everything I have until that day comes. Because I am the Double Spy. I can do no less.

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"Cybertron to Counterpunch! Hello!"

A purple hand is waved in front of my optics. Returning my focus outward, I see that that hand is attached to a black arm, which in turn is attached to the owner of the voice. "What do you want?", I ask Skywarp, my optics narrowing in annoyance.

"You were spacing out again," he says. "I don't know how you can stand to spend so much time thinking, Counterpunch. It'd fry my cerebro-circuits."

"Which would be a problem, since you have so few to spare," I respond, covering my nervousness with venomous humor.

"Hey!", he exclaims.

"Well if the spare-part fits..."

"Tch, whatever," Skywarp responds, apparently letting the matter drop. "Just came to tell you that Megatron wants us in the briefing room. Apparently, he's got yet another scheme that'll "destroy the Autobots once and for all and make the Decepticons supreme rulers of the universe' and all that slag. But we'll get our afts busted if we don't show up, so we'd better get a move on."

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I nod and follow the Seeker, but My focus quickly turns inward, as I feel Him trying to take control again. Ruthlessly, I shove Him to the back of My mind again, but I can feel Him straining against My mental grip. And I must never let that grip falter. Because the instant it does, He will pounce and shove Me into His prison for a time, taking control of My body.

Always I'm engaged in a battle of wills. Back and forth. Push and shove. Punch and Counterpunch. But I must always remember who I am. I am Counterpunch, and I am in control. Right?