Red Alert sighed as he and Prowl exchanged despairing glances

Glad to see that you're all still with me. I'm not sure how long this is going to be, seeming how I use my reviews to change small things. But still, I'm glad some like the last chapter. It's very hard for me to come up with something fun to read, and even harder for me to get it down right. P.S., I realized that in my other story in ch. 9, I never told you what the numbers stood for. It stands for 'Inferno'.

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Red Alert sighed as he and Prowl exchanged wry glances. The entire Arc was celebrating, except for Inferno and Jazz. Jazz because he was currently being ignored by Prowl, and Inferno because he knew exactly what this trip was for. And Inferno couldn't help it if he felt a little possessive of Red, could he?

Prowl asked, "Where are we going anyways?"

"Remnacon. It was my hometown before it was destroyed."

Prowl's head turned to stare hard at Red Alert, who was busy flying the small ship they were currently in. Prowl had taken over the navigation purposes, thus was the reason why he was asking.

"And, why would you go back after such a long time?"

Red Alert was silent, and Prowl didn't press. The rest of the flight was spent in silence.

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The city was still in good shape all that it had a war go through it, and had been abandoned for vorns. Red Alert could still close his optic's and see the towering spires that would glisten in the night sun… an odd sound made him stop to think.

Prowl, who had disembarked right after Red Alert heard it a nanoclick after Red Alert did. "COVER!"

Both ran into the nearest building as a bomb was dropped onto their ship.

Prowl activated his link, praying that it would get to the Arc, and someone would listen to it and not discount it. "This is Prowl, we're under attack, I repeat, we're under attack! We need immediate extraction. Their are an unknown number of bot's—"

BOOM! Gunshot's rang out as Red Alert shouted to Prowl, "Wrap it up! We gotta get out of here!"

Prowl continued quickly, "I repeat, we're under attack, please send back up troops immediately."

Silence fell, a deep eerie silence. Red Alert slipped through the pieces of ancient rubble as he whispered softly, "We'll have to go underground and wait there. The Decepticn's will find us if we stay above ground."

Prowl followed Red Alert, since Red Alert obviously had the greater experience of the city. He only hoped that Red Alert knew what he was doing.

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The broken camera lay in pieces before Jazz, as he tried to figure out how Sunstreaker had destroyed it. Wheeljack was currently being repaired by Ratchet, so it lay up to him to fix it.

Jazz sat up strait in his seat as a crackling message was received from a far distance. He decided to flick it through, to give him something to do. His energon ran cold however as Prowl's voice broke through, nearly drowned out by the static. "Bzzrt…Prowl, we're under attack Bzzrt.. attack Bzzrt… immediate extraction." Faintly over the crackling message Jazz heard a booming noise, and sounds of shots. Prowl's garbled voice said something indecipherable, and the message ended.

For long seconds Jazz sat in stupefaction, and then he charged out of the office, screaming, "Prowl and Red Alert's in trouble!"

Inferno was the first one who realized what he was saying, and when he did, he could only shake his head in disbelief to cover the fact that it felt as if his spark had just been ripped right out of him. "They couldn't even wait one day before getting attacked, could they?"

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The Decepticon stopped firing, and stared after the retreating shadow. The Autobot was good, the mech had to give him that. Then, his ear's caught a familiar voice. A slight smile curved his faceplate as he said softly, "Well, well, well. Out of all things. Red Alert came back. I suppose the only thing I can do for him is to give him an extra warm welcome."

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Sooooo, can anyone guess who the mystery mech is? Huh, huh huh? Ice cream and a night with Red Alert—

Inferno: (picks up author until level with optics) Red Alert is mine. Hands off.