Bumblebee wasn't the only bot that was making a B-line for the Scrapyard. The lieutenant hadn't made it much further from the bridge on the other side of the river when Swoop's shadow passed over him, the pterosaur's wings beating hard. "Fixit, please come in!"

I have called in some of the Rescue Bots to assist in the efforts here, Bumblebee. Optimus informed, We will be behind you as soon as we can.

"Great! Brilliant!" Bumblebee stammered before his engines roared and he surged even faster down the street. "Primus, I should have just sent them all to Griffin Rock before we left!"

You can't think of everything, Bumblebee. Swoop encouraged, But let's just hope we're not too late!

When they reached the Scrapyard's entrance, it was wide open, but there wasn't any obvious signs of it being blown or pulled open forcibly. "He was able to just walk in...GUYS!" He hollered as both veterans rushed into the base.

Bumblebee's panic only increased as he saw the trail of mess that led all the way to the clearing: the stuff knocked off of shelves and shattered, and energon drops led him into the clearing. He rushed into the open once more, where he saw Flashdrive sitting with her back to him and staring at a stasis pod in the middle of the clearing. "Flashdrive! Sweetspark...!" He ran over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder, "A-Are you hurt? Did they..."

His voice trailed off as he looked up at the occupant of the pod, his optics widening and jaw dropping. "...Did...Did you do that?"

Flashdrive nodded without taking her optics off of the pod, and Bumblebee saw a long piece of scrap metal that had been twisted into a spear of sorts in one of her hands, and that had dried energon on its tip.

"...All by yourself?"

"No..."

They all looked to Transmutate, who was currently pushing Swoop away as he panicked over her as well. "...Fixit and I...Helped her a little. See Swoop? I told you...I could help."

Bumblebee examined the scene. Shockwave was in a cell, Sideswipe was huddled up on the trailer and fiddling with a Rubik's Cube like nothing had happened, and Transmutate, Flashdrive and Fixit were all dirty, but otherwise fine. The energon had been Shockwave's... Their allies were all unharmed.

Only one word seemed to leave his lips as he shook his helm in disbelief. "...How?"

Flashdrive then looked up at him, tears in her optics. "...I was naughty." She waved the spear, "I poked him in the eye with this, and then Fixit knocked him over to I could knock him out...And then... we put him in the cell."

"She also disabled his cannon arm with pressure points I showed her from the Command Center's medical files." Fixit added, "He'd disabled the automatic defense grid, so we had to...improvise. The ambush tactic was her plan, actually."

"So that's how you got close enough to attack him with this?" Swoop took the spear, examining it.

Flashdrive nodded, and then looked down at her feet as she began to cry. "Please don't be mad at me...! I made Fixit let me stay! I just wanted to...To do something heroic like everybody else...!"

"Mad?"

Flashdrive gasped as Bumblebee scooped her up into his arms, pulling her up and stroking the back of her helm. "Sweetspark, I'm just thankful you're all alright...! I'm not mad at you for defending yourself...But don't ever do that again."

"Y-Yes Sir..." Flashdrive wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, "Please tell me that Denny and Russell are okay!"

"They're fine. Sunstreaker got them to safety."

"Thank Primus...!" Sideswipe sighed, closing his optics as he relaxed. "...And...The Bounty Hunters? We hadn't been able to access the comms. system since 'Tate told us Shockwave was headed our way."

"They've all been apprehended... The others will be back here as soon as they get the situation in Crown City under control...You're all safe."

Transmutate grinned as she rested her helm against Swoop's torso, "You have no idea...How comforting that is...!"

Bumblebee smirked, his mind thinking back to that day, when Optimus had told everyone that Megatron was gone. "Actually...I think I do..."

"Okay, let me see if I got this right..."

Strongarm tapped the side of the stasis pod gently, "...You guys took down Shockwave all by yourselves? A minicon, two disabled bots and a sparkling?"

Flashdrive sat on her father's lap, her legs swinging as she nodded. "Yeah... Total fluke. It should not have been that easy."

The rest of the team had come screeching in just as Fixit had gotten the long-distance comms. back online. Sunstreaker had Denny and Russell in his cab, their truck having been crushed in the initial attack, and all three had gone to check on Sideswipe, who was just happy that they were all okay.

Once the Bounty Hunters were all locked up in cells and any residual danger was removed, they all plopped down into the clearing to just sit and rest.

"I'm still wondering how you were able to javelin throw this spear into his optic." Ratchet murmured as he examined the makeshift weapon.

"They never let me leave the Scrapyard, I get bored and try out new hobbies."

"It seems they were not as helpless than we initially thought..." Optimus bent down to Flashdrive, putting a hand on her helm. "...Well done, little one."

"Thank you, Grandfather."

She stiffened as Optimus raised an eyebrow. "I-I mean, is it okay if I call you that...? You kinda raised Bumblebee, so..."

Optimus' confusion shifted to a grin as he chuckled, "If that's the way you feel, Flashdrive, I will allow it."

Sideswipe smirked as Strongarm sat down beside him. "So she can call him that, but I couldn't call him 'Pops'...?" He whispered.

"The way you said it was condescending..." Strongarm whispered back, "Besides, 'Grandfather' sounds more... Elegant. Fitting for a Prime."

Flashdrive grinned, but then a loud 'AHEM!' came from Fixit, and the smile faded as she was reminded of another thing to be addressed. "There is one more thing I should mention..."

Bumblebee raised an eyebrow, "Yes...?"

Flashdrive looked over to the command center, and Bumblebee saw a shape peeking out from behind some of the rocks. Their optics were narrowed, stance hesitant.

Optimus was the one to step forward. "...Ravage."

"Optimus Prime..." Ravage rasped. He didn't move, his ears pulled back as Optimus bent down closer to his optic-level. "...I am vastly outnumbered... Attacking would be foolish."

"We know him?" Grimlock asked.

Swoop smirked, elbowing his fellow dinobot. "Him? He's probably the reason you hate cats, Grim!"

"Ravage is one of Soundwave's minicons, or at least was during the war."

Ravage gave a hiss. "I still am!" His face seemed to fall, however, as if he didn't fully believe what he was telling them.

"What do we do about him, Sir?" Strongarm asked.

Bumblebee gave a sigh as he crossed his arms. "Well...That depends on Ravage's next move... Flashdrive, what do you know about this?"

Flashdrive bit her lip as she tapped her fingers together. "...I-"

"She helped me." Ravage interrupted, lowering his helm. "The control collar Shockwave had fitted me with, she removed it... It's my fault Shockwave found your base so easily, he was pursuing me while I searched for-"

"So you are working with Shockwave too...!" Strongarm hissed.

"Not by choice, I assure you!" The panther spat, tail lashing. "You have not seen how he treats minicons, much less animech ones! ...We're little more than beasts and potential test subjects to him...!"

"Join the club, Ravage..." Swoop muttered, bending down to the minicon's level. "I know exactly how he treats us."

"What are you going to do now?" Bumblebee asked.

Ravage looked uncertain, finally sitting down and curling his tail around his paws. "...I thought I knew...Now... I don't know." He closed his optics, "...As long as I have no master giving me orders, I am free to do what I choose..."

"And what do you choose?"

Ravage was still, and then opened his optics again and looked Bumblebee in the optic. "...Until Soundwave comes for me- and he will, -I will be on my own... I will stay here on this planet, but not with you Autobots."

"No attacking humans?" Ratchet warned.

A smirk appeared on the minicon's face, "Please, I have neither desire nor need to even associate myself with those...meatsacks."

"Spoken like a true cat..." Bumblebee muttered, "...Then I suggest you go where you will be less likely to be locked up for being out of place, Ravage."

"Which is where may I ask?"

"The Amazon. There are plenty of organic versions of your appearance there, and as long as you do not harm any humans, you are free to do whatever you see fit. We can use the groundbridge to send you there, where you'll hopefully never be bothered again."

Ravage looked around the clearing, at all of the Autobots and Flashdrive. "...Then send me. I have no further reason to remain here..."