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Bumblebee wrote:“Are we there yet?”
“You guys ready? Because I am.”
”Heh, if it were top secret, you wouldn’t be here.” Jazz gave his trademark grin to Smokescreen, looking over to Overclock. “We’re gonna hit up the plant that Huffer and his chums set up a while back. Clocker, what’s the status?”Smokescreen wrote:"It's probably some top secret plan the Special Operations Director can't reveal just yet. Isn't that right, Jazzy?"
Jazz wrote:”Heh, if it were top secret, you wouldn’t be here. We’re gonna hit up the plant that Huffer and his chums set up a while back. Clocker, what’s the status?”
Overclock wrote:“We’ve just arrived, sir.”
Jazz wrote:“All right boys. We’ve got work to do! Get those engines revving.”
Jazz wrote:>>”We’ve got company.”<<
”I sure hope Huffer and his lot extracted out with everything. Don’t think they’d leave anything behind, but you never know.” Jazz responded.Smokescreen wrote:“They’re not ‘cons. Maybe the humans are planning to reopen the plant, themselves. There wasn’t any Cybertronian tech left here from before was there?”
”I think it’s better if we stick together, Bee. No idea what their plans are here,” Jazz said, continuing to drive towards the plant. As they approached, the visuals became clearer. Whatever logos they had on the sides of the trucks, they certainly weren’t the ones that Huffer’s company had put into place. They didn’t seem to match any of the logos in the database that Overclock had downloaded.Bumblebee wrote:“I can scout ahead if you want, Commander. Maybe I can get a sense of what those vehicles are doing here.”
Jazz wrote:”I sure hope Huffer and his lot extracted out with everything. Don’t think they’d leave anything
behind, but you never know.”
Jazz wrote:”I think it’s better if we stick together, Bee. No idea what their plans are here.”
Jazz wrote:“Well, get ready to rumble, boys, they don’t appear to be too happy with any of us.”
”That’s right, and good call, Smokey. Let’s just relax for now and try to see what’s going on here,” Jazz responded. Smokescreen proceeded to exchange some dialogue with what appeared to be the leading character from the opposing Blackrock troupe.Smokescreen wrote:“No, we don’t fight them. We stay calm, find out what they want and try to avoid any unnecessary confrontations.”
Jazz now had his turn to speak. ”Of course, Nolan. And Mr Ames, sorry we had to keep you waiting for such a response. We will try our best to get a response back to you by the end of the week. We only ask that you give us some time to discuss such matters with the owners of this plant. A week is a short time for a multimillion dollar deal.” Mr Crothers lowered his head. “We do want to thank you for your time though, you will hear from us soon.” He turned to the other holomatter avatars as soon as Mr Ames and his lot had made their way out of the building and back into their vehicles.Smokescreen wrote:“What do you think, Mr. Crothers? It couldn’t hurt for the owners to at least consider it, wouldn’t you say?”
”Aye! Drive us up, Mr Clock!” Jazz jested. Overclock didn’t turn his head, but he smirked at the humorous statement. Pulling on the controls, the shuttle lifted off the surface, ascending upwards into the sky. Their mission here was done - their alternative source of power was secure, and now they could return.Smokescreen wrote:“We’re all set back here, Jazz! Let’s go home!”
Return to Earth - A New Battlefield
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