After a short drive through the rebuilt Cybertron city - which had formerly been Iacon...possibly. Was now renamed something else Bumblebee didn't bother to remember. Or care about, really. Wasn't his home, and he's only been away from Cybertron for...what...a hundred years or so? The more he thought about it, the more he felt guilty for leaving everyone hanging like that. Especially Sari...who he knew was no longer around, even without being told so. Which anyone had yet to do, by the way. It didn't matter, he'd had this nagging feeling in his spark for a long time that something dear to him was lost. Maybe she was happy, somewhere in an afterlife? Or even reborn? Who knows...

"~Sweet little Bumble bee, more than just a fantasy~"

The gold and black mech paused mid step, violet optics snapping around to lock onto the source of that dreadful song. His optics narrowed at the red mech swaying back and forth with a grin plastered on his face, playing that Earth track so loud it echoed through the city streets. The visor-ed mech waved cheerily at him, and Bumblebee scowled. Well, at least someone recognized him without him saying or doing something first. He started walking again.

"Blaster, shut off that racket!" Bumblebee snickered at the sound of old Kup scolding his students, the music turned down a bit, but didn't cease playing. Some of the crowd had taken up humming with it, ignoring it, some even stopping and staring at Blaster. Bumblebee huffed, picked up his pace, and marched straight for the tallest building in view. And hoped it was where he needed to be...

Because honestly he had no idea where he was.

He walked into the building, door sliding quickly aside to allow him access, without thought or hesitation he went straight up to the reception desk where a bright blue femme sat, doodling on her data-pad with a bored yet slightly amused expression on her faceplate. It seemed to be directed at whatever she seemed to be drawing. Bumblebee walked over, and leaned over the counter, looking down at the data-pad without gaining the attention of the femme using it. He stared at the various lines of what appeared to be stick figures of some sort. Tilting his head to the left, then the right, he found he couldn't quite make out what it was.

"What'cha drawing there?"

The femme jumped with a shriek, nearly falling out of her chair, bright blue optics locked with bemused violet. "Y-you startled me!" She took an intake, placing a hand over where her spark would be. Shaking her head, she smiled. "And I'm not drawing anything, just doodling." She took a glance down at her data-pad, and frowned. "Badly." Bumblebee looked down at it, and shrugged. "Yeah. Ya just need practice is all. I'm here to see the Chief of Intel. Got a message from him a while back requesting me "immediate attention"." He looked interestingly around the room. He was late replying to that note by...a year. Or two. Maybe three. He chose to ignore it at first, sense he didn't know who it was from. It was the only one able to reach him, so he didn't delete it.

He had planned on reading it later.

He finally did about a week ago. Set out for Cybertron to see what they wanted. He could only hope they wouldn't charge him for being late. The femme smiled, and asked for his designation. She then entered it into the computer, and did something else before telling him to hold. It was only a moment later that his personal comm.-link crackled to life.

A very angry sounding voice came over.

::Bumblebee! A few centuries late to the appointment, aren't you?:: Bumblebee made a sheepish expression, even though the only able to see it was the Secretary, who just gave him an understanding look before going back to her doodling.

"'Cliff! Ol' buddy! How did you find this frequency? No one has it yet..." Bumblebee responded, shuffling his pedes nervously. ::Well obviously I do.:: Cliffjumper snapped over the comm. Bumblebee grinned. "Anyway...Better late than never, right? What did you want to see me for, o' Commander Smart Aft." He glanced at the Secretary, who looked mortified at his way of speaking with her Boss. He shot her a sly grin, and she quickly turned back to her data-pad.

::I'm going to kill you, Bumblebee. I'm going to kill you. But first, Mr. Bounty Hunter, I would like to if you happen to know where our missing Agent went.::

A pause, neither end spoke, moved, or so much as blinked. The Secretary shuffled out of the room after catching sight of Bumblebee's grim expression, mumbling something about break. Bumblebee pulled out a grin. "I have no clue what you're talking about, Cliff'." He got a chuckle void of amusement from the older mech at that. ::I see you not longer wear our Autobot insignia. Neutral now?:: The accusing tone in his voice was somewhat offending, Bumblebee glared at the wall.

"The war's over. I see no reason to keep factions." He shifted to turn, and sat on the edge of the Secretary's desk. "So yes, I'm a neutral now. What of it?" Silence hung in the air for a moment, a stiff, uncomfortable silence. Cliffjumper chuckled again. ::It means quite a bit. Such as no loyalty. An Agent went missing a long time ago, and it just so happens the last mech he was seen with went by "Goldbug". After a little research...let's just say I know almost everything you did off planet. Exploring, gambling, racing, you name it. Heard you were quite popular with mechs and femmes alike. But had an accident during one of the more...violent races.:: Optics narrowed, and Bumblebee had taken up glaring holes into the floor. Cliffjumper went silent for a moment.

::You died, Bumblebee. And was "Revived" by some Quintesson outcasts. I know what you did afterwords, you have to know, if I want information I can, and will get it. You may have changed your Designation back, and changed your color scheme. But I still know what you did.:: The comm. crackled, and Bumblebee stood, clenching his hands into tight fists.

::So, Goldbug, where is my Agent?:: Bumblebee opened his mouth to respond, Cliffjumper cut him off. ::Did you sell him to Decepticos? Quintessons? Offline him? Or, I know, did you strip him of his upgrades and leave him to rust like that other Hunter gone bad, Lockdown, would do?:: Bumblebee glared, vented a sigh, and stood straight. He smirked, narrowing his optics as he stared at a camera on the far wall.

"Sorry, 'Jumper. I haven't a clue what you're talking about. Now, excuse me, I have a date with a ninja."

::Don't play dumb, Gol-::

Bumblebee cut the comm., blocked it, and strode out the door. Optics half-shuttered as he glared his way through the crowd, making his way back to the building he'd come from. He growled, he had known his was a bad idea from the start, shouldn't have bothered. His glare faltered when he walked past Blaster, who smiled, still playing that irritating Earth song. He turned it up when Bumblebee walked past, waving happily to the golden mech. Bumblebee waved back, smiling weakly. Too bad all Blaster could do was play songs, ever sense his vocalizor was ripped out by 'Cons. It could be replaced but it would hurt, and wouldn't be his voice. The red mech refused time and time again. Many missed talking with him, Blaster was a fun mech to be around. And had an amazing singing voice before it was stolen from him...That song everyone could do without though...

Goldbug.

"The name's Bumblebee, Cliff'..." He muttered to himself, turning to watch where he walked. Lightly shoving his way through the crowd.

He paused in his step little ways and looked around, frowning and confused, he scratched absently at the back of his helm.

"...Am I even heading in the right direction...?"

Authors Notes: I have a headache. I also have a Soundwave Generations Action Figure. And a Red Alert Generations Action figure! Red Alert's head should be red...not black darnit!

Oooh, poorly written suspense! Bumblebee needs a map. When you're gone for a few hundred years from a planet that is being re-built, the first thing you should do is buy a map.

Ha-ha, Bumblebee, careful how you word things. Cliff' is the freakin' head of Intel, they probably spread rumors out of sheer boredom. You just gave them a gossip topic.

Disclaimer: Transformers does not belong to me, nor do any of it's Characters.