Author's Note: :D New Transformers cartoon, October 10! I'm so excited!

Warning: Something new! Transformers cussing! Tsk, tsk such dirty mouths on these peeps!

Liz:... You swear more than we do with your friends. Hell, even with your mom.

Shh, they don't need to know that. What they really need to know is that I'm sorry for the shortie, I wanted the rescue to be its own chap.

Disclaimer: C'mon. Do you really think that I'd delude myself into thinking that I own this stuff? I just mess with the characters. Plots and OCs are mine tho, in all their glory.

"Well slag. What are we gonna do now?" Sideswipe voiced what was on everyone's CPUs.

"... Rescue?" Jazz asked raising his hand like a school child.

"How Jazz? How are we going to rescue her when we don't even know where she is?"

"Why should we even rescue her? She'd just slow us down! We gotta figure out how to get back, not save random humans we barely know!"

The entire clearing exploded with yells and shouts as all fifteen Autobots tried to voice their opinions. Prowl and Prime glanced at each other over the din before adding their voices to the mix to try and calm everyone down. Finally, Ratchet had had enough.

A hissed, "Quiet!" was all it took and everyone shut up. "Arguing like younglings is going to get us nowhere. Sit down and behave! Jazz explain: how are you going to find Elizabeth?"

"Wheeljack, didja do what I ask yah ta do?"

"What? What-oh! Oh, yeah! Yeah, I did!"

"What did Wheeljack do?" About five bots asked at once.

"I gave 'im a tracker ta put in one o' Elizabeth's pockets on her pants-dose pants had a lot of pockets. Now if I jus'... There." Jazz got a dim look in his optics as he focused on the device. "She's... Aw, pit, she's back at that JPL building she worked at! 'The slag she doing back there!"

"Running? Maybe giant alien robots got too much for her!" Brawn shouted, earning a glare from Prowl.

"No, she didn't show any sign that she was getting overwhelmed. And over the last week she's only seen me in alt. Nothing too overwhelming..." Wheeljack shot down the suggestion.

"Well, I still don't think we should risk going after her!"

"Hush! Autobots, if we continue to be this loud we are going to attract attention! Now, Elizabeth has risked a lot for us, the least we can do is go get her when we were the reason she was in trouble in the first place!" Optimus glared at his troops. "What if she was Spike or Sparkplug? Would we still go after them?" All of the bots nodded. "Of course! We are Autobots, we not leave friends behind! Now, Prowl, analysis on the situation."

"It screams trap. No offense to Jazz, but with the advanced technology here, they probably found the tracker. So either Elizabeth is there, or just the tracker is. Either way its our only lead."

Prime nodded solemnly, "Alright. Autobots, move out in small groups separated by a few minutes each. Such a large group of us would attract attention. Roll out!"

Next up: Rescue!

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