Fleshlings, meatbags and fleshlings with fur of Remnant, would you like to hear a appealing and highly beneficial business deal? 'Course you would if it's coming from yours truly! But for the uninitiated, know that Swindle - brilliant entrepreneur of the Decepticons - has a lot to offer!

Since I'm such a humble merchant, I'll offer a deal to any squishies, be they White Fang or certain important Atlasian figures.

For the White Fang mooks looking to scrap those fancy Atlas bots, why not grab a couple of the good old fusion cannons and null rays straight? And if you wanna get really pumped, get them a few pulsar bombs and proton missiles as a gift! Looking for guaranteed victory? Get the 'Punch of Kill Everything', also known as the POKE! It'll blow them away, literally! And Atlas generals should try the Nemesis Shield type 2B to make sure their piles of junk don't blow up as easily.

Better buy now, puny flesh creatures, goods are cheaper! Gotta make a profit before Galvatron pulverizes you al- Uh... Discounts!

In the dead of night, Wildrider and Drag Strip raced across the highway of a town called Vale with no care, like they always do. There wasn't much else to keep them occupied, unless they're called in for orders.

"I heard Swindle's trying to bargain with locals," Drag Strip said, "That insufferable con artist can't help himself. He's gonna blow our cover."

"Insufferable, you're one to talk, aren't ya?" Wildrider said. "Tch, cover… How long is Megatron gonna keep us here, anyway?"

"Don't you mean Galvatron?"

"Whatever," Wildrider shrugged it off, "It's still Megatron and he's just off his circuits now!"

"Gotta say, I much prefer Overlord..."

Ahead of them, Wildrider spotted a vibrant gold and yellow form riding fast. It was a human female on her motorcycle. He light up with excitement.

"Well, well, look at that," He cackled, "We've got ourselves a lone meatbag here."

"That's one flashy bike – what a nice paint job… " Drag Strip chuckled.

"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?!"

"We'll-

"I'll wreck it first, HA HA," Wildrider gunned it to reach the human. "No one's gonna notice if we stomp just one meatbag! I NEED THE OLD RUSH BACK!"

A roaring engine that wasn't Yang's roared behind her, trying to keep up with her. Dark gray car, red-tinted windows. She couldn't see the driver.

What, you wanna race, pal- Whoa!

Bumblebee's backside jolted, almost throwing Yang off-balance. She looked back, the car tried to go for another hit. It couldn't keep itself straight, going at her like a mad dog.

She saw a curved road. She couldn't slow down or the chaser would get to hit her again.

She accelerated, so did the chaser. She heard laughing behind her.

Having fun, huh? I'll show you!

She knew he was getting close. Almost time to turn.

One…

More laughing.

Two…

Three!

Bumblebee turned sharply at the last second. The chaser missed her. He was going to slam straight into her.

A quick look and she saw him skidding off the path. She focused back on Bumblebee, trying to keep it from doing the same. It felt like the tires would blow up, but she slowly regained control.

She heard a loud bam. The guy spun out of control, crashing into the side of the road. She saw another car slow down next to him, a yellow six-wheeler.

She drove faster again, just in case that one decided to play too.

Wildrider couldn't think straight, bolts and sparks flying out of him.

"Ow…"

"So who's off his circuits now?" Drag Strip gloated. "I would've done a smooth job."

"Motormaster's gonna scrap me…" Wildrider groaned.

"Yeah, for getting owned by a squishie," Drag Strip laughed, "Hurry up, Sixshot's calling. We've got a job to do."