TF-verse. The overlook on Nellis AF base. Council of war.

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Optimus sat beneath the tree on the overlook and stared down past the feild below it, his optics seeking toward Mission City as his CPU went over the information he'd just been sent.

Elita stirs slightly from where she's sitting next to him leaning against his leg, and he looks down, one hand going around her tenderly as he thinks how much better she's looking with Ratchet's repairs and upgrades.

Speak of the devil....

Ratchet wanders over and lowers himself to the ground with a sigh, then belts Ironhide in the leg as that worthy mech slaps him in the head in passing.

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A few hours later the group arrives at the old library. It's a very large, very old building, perfect hiding place for a lot of very small bots.

Jazz's holodriver steps out of the car to survey the area. "I'm not pickin' up much activity in the first and second levels. Nothin' Decepticon anyway."

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"Not much human, either," Arcee chuckled, her own holodriver sitting up and looking around.

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"Can't tell until we get down in the sewer what's runnin' about." The car that is the real him melts away behind him and the hard light particles gather into the human forms body as Jazz wanders over to pop open a man hole cover.

"Ladies and Roaches first?"

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Arcee drove over to him, engine sputtering once as she smirked. "Nice," she said, making sure no humans were looking bofre she slipped out of the motorcycle form, transforming even as she entered.

"Ugh. It reeks in here."

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Jazz grins. "Can't tell. I turned off my oilfactory sensors."

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"Lucky," she said, smirking. "So where to, O Second in Command Currently First?"

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Something hisses menacingly from a dark space behind a power box. Something else scuttles through the pipes on the roof of the tunnel.

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Jazz holds up his finger to his lips. "//Shhh. Looks like we don't have to go to far.//"

He switches back off of his comm and looks towards the ceiling. "They shouldn't be too far in. It must already be hard enough on the little bots without making long treks to the surface."

//Send Roach into the pipes up top.//

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//Right. Got that, buddy?// Arcee said, reaching up and dumping Roach on the pipes. The tiny bot chittered in annoyance, then scrambled away. Arcee blinked, then patched into his optics as he offered the link, frowning as he scanned the length of metal and moved about anxiously.

//Don't see much yet. What are we looking for?//

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There's a sudden PINpoint flash, and a buzzing like a giant angry bee as something pops into sight a little ways down the tunnel from them. The tiny being is skeletal and only the size of a barbie doll. Angry blue optics that are crossed like a Siamese cat's glare at them.

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//It's not made of Cybertron-// Jazz starts at the commotion. "Arcee! Down thata way!"

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Arcee shot forward faster than the optics could se, snagging the tiny bot and skidding to a halt.

//No. It's not,// she frowned. //Roach, go scout ahead a little.//

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The walls of the tunnel seem to explode as tiny mechs appear from every crevasse and cranny. Arcee is born down by sheer force of numbers.

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"What the slag!?" Jazz leaps forward and begins to pick the tiny mechs off of Arcee.

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"OW!" Arcee roared, struggling to get them off.