Part Twenty-One

This would be a lot more fun if they had let him do this his own way.

Windcharger grumbled to himself unhappily as he crawled up and over the remains of a long fallen building. He had just gotten out of the Academy not a solar cycle ago and plopped into this squadron soon after. Under the command of a new Prime named Optimus, the unit had earned notoriety as being an elite group. Of course, this only served to give them more work to do as the Decepticons became intent on bringing this elite group down.

He eyed his target and did his best to restrain himself. No, he reminded himself. He had to be patient. For once in his life, he had to wait until the right moment. Those were his orders and he'd seen what happened to those who didn't follow orders. Brig time or some other serious punishment. Of course that was also assuming you survived whatever stunt you pulled. He'd give his cadre credit; they knew what they were doing. If they gave you an order, you'd best obey because it was your best chance for survival.

Which was one of the only reasons he wasn't rushing out there to do this thing as he wanted.

Unlike many of his comrades who had special gifts, he had not shown them off at every opportunity. He was not that stuck up noble who liked to disappear and reappear at his pleasure. He wasn't that young gunner who could hit a target at impossible distances. He wasn't that tracker who could create illusions.

Because if you were special you were dead.

It was better to be a nobody. Because the special ones got the special assignments. Usually they got the special deaths too. The Cons would want you gone that much more just as the Bots wanted the special Cons gone. That teleporter, Skywarp he thought his name was. Oh he was a fine target in battle, one that the cadre were keen to bring down.

Unfortunately, Windcharger was special like it or not. His powers had finally been discovered by the higher ups during an accidental display. Well he couldn't very well have let that beam crush his friends, could he? In any case, Prowl had seen him use his magnetic powers, and instead of being angry at him for not speaking up about them sooner, he was actually pleased. This was a perfect opportunity, he had explained to Windcharger. The Decepticons knew all about the abilities of Hound, Mirage, Bluestreak, and the others. But they had no reason to look out for him. He might be able to do what the others couldn't.

Windcharger was no coward and nor would he refuse this mission. He was afraid of nothing! It was just that… he could hear the frontline Autobots way behind him. The mini-bot was on his own now. Not even the twins would be able to help him if he found trouble so far into the Decepticon lines.

The Seekers roared above him and he lay completely still against the pile of slag metal he was crawling on. It certainly helped that they were so far away from the city they were protecting. No lights were there to betray him. His coloring as well worked nicely in his favor, even if there were lights to shine upon him. So long as none of the Decepticons took more than a passing interest in just another lump of metal, he was safe.

The immediate danger passed, Windcharger got back up and snuck toward the back lines of the Decepticons again. Wouldn't this just be so much better to do it his way? Quick in and out?

But no, Prowl had been adamant about this. It had to be slow… but this was just too slow! Surely it wouldn't hurt to speed things up a bit. He moved swiftly now, leaping over slag and dodging surprised Decepticons like they were nothing. Now this was more like it!

"Freeze, Autobot!"

He might be eager, but he wasn't stupid. Windcharger skidded to a stop at the command, putting his hands up in the air.

There was a harsh bark of laughter from one of the Decepticons, he wasn't sure what his name was. A tall Seeker, black and violet colored. Young.

"This ain't an Autobot," he cried with glee. "It's a retro-rat gone missing from its nest."

He was a what!

"Ooh, careful 'Warp," another Seeker said, this time white and blue. "I don't think he liked that much."

"Oh, what's he gonna do?" a green bot snorted, flanked by 5 similar looking ones. Brothers perhaps? "Shake all over us? Look at him, the puny little thing."

Yeah, that's right. Puny little thing…

Those not actively fighting in the front of the lines were starting to wander over now, bemused by the mini-bot caught in enemy territory. What was he doing so far from his flock?

Yes, come see the cute little retro-rat. Just a little more. Just a little closer…

A brilliant white flare lit up the sky for a moment exploding in a shower of sparks. To the Decpticons, this meant nothing. Some backfired weapon probably. To Windcharger, it meant everything. It meant he could finally have some fun.

He'd saved up his energy reserves for just this moment, and it felt so… freeing to be able to tap into them. Stretching his gift to its limits, the small Autobot hoisted as many 'Cons up into the air as he could, firmly holding them in place. He made sure to squeeze a little on their armor as well ust to make things a bit uncomfortable.

Those not caught in his magnetic field were struck dumb at first, and any missiles sent his way were repelled by the powerful force he was creating. With so many Decepticons either incapacitated or utterly bewildered, it was nothing for the Autobots to make a clear split of the army and come charging through. The victory was quick and easy.

Never again would Windcharger be able to slip into enemy lines like that. No, after this stunning debut of his gift, the Decepticons were always keen to know just where he was. But the loss of this was such a small price to pay. The city had been saved that day, and without a single casualty. He couldn't bring himself to simply crush the life out of those held at his mercy. They were defeated for the moment. Killing them now would just go against what he believed in.

Not to say he didn't rough them up properly before letting them go. After all, they had called him a retro-rat, the little fraggers.

Murphy's Law of Warfare: Try to look unimportant; the enemy may be low on ammo and not want to waste a bullet on you.

A/N: Sorry, this one took a while to get up. I still seem to be in a bit of a rut, and as such I've become rather ADHD when it comes to my writing. Just keep bugging me, it'll get done. I'd also like to thank everyone who read and reviewed on 'Scarred.' Anyway, Windcharger was surprisingly fun and smooth to write, mental block aside. I think I should do more with him in the future.

Reviews!

Tiamat1972: Eech, I feel your pain. I worked at a farm once, a family owned one, and had five bosses all telling me different things. And the customers… Lol, I definitely agree that Sunny is the more interesting of the pair psychologically. Well, I think Sides is just a bit more subtle about it, but of course he thinks rather highly of himself. He's Sides! Hm… not a bad idea… No! I can't give in to any more bunnies! I can't!

Crystal Shekeira: Thanks, I love hearing from new people: ) Excellent! Another 'Raj fan out there! Fans of his are far and few between I think. But thank you, his two laws, especially the first, were some of the most enjoyable to write. Your welcome, always willing to help a friend smile!

AngelMouse5: Thanks, I hope I keep it up. I'm sure they would disagree about loving it, but as long as you don't say it to their faces…

MariaShadow: Let's hope he can run fast enough, because I don't think they were very happy with his little piece of info. Thank you: )

Vigatus: I think the Aerials would be more subtle than the Dinos actually ; ) They're not exactly stealth master ninjas. And yes, it is a very good thing for 'Raj and Prowl that they weren't involved in the field trip. It's a deal! You write and I write!

TruebornChaos: I think it's a very very good thing he can turn invisible. Because I think he may need to become so rather quickly. Well if Sunny and Tracks could get along for 5 minutes, I think they would be an awesome team. Ah yes, leave it to Sides to find some morbid humor in it all. Lol thanks. Alright, I'll forgive you for the lack of 3 pages. This time ; )

PuraJazzBot: Heya girl! Lmao, yeah it does! Well I think Primus had a little hand to play in it as well… An all powerful deity has to get his kicks somehow, after all.

HunterBlues: Well-behaved, yes. But I don't know how intact he'll be after that one.