"KILL THEM ALL!!!"

Upon their leader's command, all present Decepticons launched themselves at the seven cars. They were all on the open freeway in the middle of a desert somewhere in the mid-U.S. The seven cars drove side-by-side; On the left was a Subaru Impreza WRC; a racing car with logos and advertisements plastered all over its blue frame. A Dodge Viper SR-10, colored in cherry red. A silver Subaru Impreza WRX, much cleaner looking than the other Subaru. On the right was a Jeep Wrangler, colored in Forest Green, with no cover on the back. A royal blue Chevy Corvette Z06, followed by a white Mazda RX-8. And in the middle of the six was a silver Ford Mustang GT. What was strange was that none of the cars had drivers in the seats…

"They're on our tail!" The Jeep exclaimed.

"Then we get on their tail," The Mustang replied. "Split up!"

With that, the seven cars branched away from each other, but the Mustang kept pushing forward. As expected, the Decepticons split up to counter the two larger groups. But Megatron continued following the apparent leader of the street cars.

"You can't run forever, Autobot!" Megatron shouted as he fired off his fusion cannon at the Ford vehicle a number of times; the blasts hit the ground near the car, and the dust clouds were quickly passed.

"Stupid 'Con," The Mustang said. It immediately screeched to a stop, and shot up into the air. "You always think you so smart. You not know it all."

The back of the car unfolded, and flipped around as the feet flipped out. Arms came out from below the engine, and the doors became shoulder pads. A black head with a blue optic visor and a golden face plate came out from the engine hood. The ground shook as the massive mech slammed back on the ground, and pulled an Energo-Sword and blaster from his subspace pocket. He whirled around to face his opponent.

"…Me merely biding time!"

That me, Grimlock. In brand new Binaltech body. You like shiny cars? Bah! New body weak, inferior! Humans not know how to make robots. Me Grimlock should've read fine print when me agree to 'any terms'. Damn Wheeljack. Damn humans. Once Decepticons taken care of, they next.

You confused? That because you dumb fleshling, should pay attention. Me fill in blanks in empty head. And this time, you listen.