"Good morning, Autobots. I've called this meeting to present you all with some newly-discovered information from Teletraan 1." Optimus Prime's voice echoed across the conference room.
"As you all know, there was a suspicious lack of Decepticon activity for approximately one Earth year—which is completely unlike Megatron as we know it. Recently discovered was a Decepticon signal coming from an unexpected location—the local town high school." Optimus glanced over at a frowning Tracks, whose face unmistakably read, 'what else could those high-schoolers get themselves into?'
"Prowl, Jazz and I have materialized a plan to track down the signal and pursue it. This plan is only in effect until we know as much information as we can to stop the Decepticons." Optimus Prime nodded at Prowl, who took the presentation from there.
"As Optimus mentioned, we have a plan in mind that is sure to work—if done correctly," Prowl repeated. He looked worriedly at the Autobot commander, and then continued to speak.
"Are any of you gunna ever tell us the plan?" Ironhide grunted as he glared at Prowl from his seat.
"Two of our Autobots will be enrolled at the scene—Central High School—and role-play as students." Prowl stopped and scanned the crowd for reactions, which consisted of dropped jaws and dissatisfied faces. "They will be trusted to track the signal at all times and follow where it's going. If that means, for example, walking out in the middle of a class, then you must do so." The seated Autobots stared at each other, trying to distinguish the two culprits of 'The Plan'. "The two chosen for this assignment are Sideswipe and Sunstreaker," Prowl finished.
The crowd of Autobots simultaneously turned in their seats to face the rambunctious twins seated in the center of the swarm of mechs. Sideswipe was focused on rolling his tender wrist joint which had just recently been mended by Ratchet, while Sunstreaker fumbled with his left helm fin; his blue optics focused in the distance. The two of them snapped out of their zombie-like state and noticed their comrades staring at them. After a moment of realization, they understood that they were the chosen for the mission.
"When do we start?" Sideswipe winked, still rolling his wrist joint.