Jazz and Blaster crouched down behind the wall and watched the activity around the small building. Soundwave's crew of cassettes was standing guard while the tape player seemed to be frozen solid.
Jazz knew that he was listening. He also knew that the 'Con was listening for them, the 'Con just didn't know exactly where they were. In any case, that was about to change. He glanced at Blaster and caught his optic. Blaster nodded. i Ready, /i his expression said.
Without another signal, both 'Bots leaped to their feet, sound systems blasting at full volume and ran towards the startled tapes and their player.
And they were surprised. None of them had expected a head on assault. Momentarily startled, they were unable to react fast enough and couldn't stop the Autobots. Jazz sped past Rumble and Frenzy and, with a flick of his wrist, threw a small grenade which rolled right up to Soundwave's feet.
Then they were gone, hidden behind another wall.
The grenade detonated with a rather comforting whump. Debris from the building rained down on their heads followed by a solid thump of something landing at their feet.
Jazz glanced down. He cocked his head curiously and then looked at Blaster. Blaster looked down and grinned. He picked up the small blue and white tape player.
He turned it over in his hands and then gave it a shake. With a shrug, he handed it to Jazz. Jazz looked thoughtful then raised a finger as if he had an idea. Handing the tape player back to Blaster, he unspaced two small cans of paint and a pair of paintbrushes. Blaster gave Jazz an amused look. Jazz shrugged and grinned.
Jazz opened the cans and carefully applied a coat of orange paint to the player. Blaster took over and finished the job with a flourish, spraying black paint everywhere.
Jazz grabbed the brush and painted a mustache under Blaster's nose. Blaster retrieved the brush and gave Jazz glasses. When they were done, Jazz picked up the cassette player and crept back to where the cassettes were laying, still unconscious. He placed it carefully on the remains of a wall so that the tapes would see it right away when they woke up.
Seconds later, the saboteur and the boombox were gone, their mission accomplished with style.