Lights danced above the surface as he crawled along the riverbed. The ground was getting steeper, which meant he was getting closer and closer to dry land. He manoeuvred himself around and under the hulls of the water vessels bobbing above him as he crawled up the incline of the shore and got closer to the surface of the water. The twin prongs of his mauve chevron pierced the rippling surface, followed by his forehead and optics, stopping just as the bridge of his nose came up. He ignored the water vessels, deeming them to be too bulky and constructed of inferior materials. He quickly reasoned the organics walking by above him to be irrelevant as well, talking too animatedly to notice a sliver face in the river below them. Hawkeye diverted his attention straight to the ground vehicles above him, some just standing immobile as if their fleshy operators had left them there, others rumbling to and fro in the background.
He quickly spied a sleek, low-slung, 2-seater sports car and immediately scanned it, downloading every last measurement about it straight into his camouflage system and disappeared below the water once again before the organics could tell if anything had happened.
Hawkeye resurfaced just over a kilometre away under a highway bridge. Ignoring the gawks he got from the homeless humans he hid behind a concrete pillar and waited for a lull in the traffic. At the first chance he ran onto the road under the bridge's shadow and transformed. A silver and purple Dodge Viper 2009, looking fresh off the showroom floor emerged from under the bridge and sped back towards the city. Hawkeye decided immediately that he liked this form. His 10-cylinder engine purred as his wheels spun effortlessly their axles. As passed under a walkway, his long-range sensors shrieked at him, and he nearly did a double take. No less than seven energon signatures had suddenly blipped into existence less than two kilometres away. There was no real consistency with strength in the signatures, but Hawkeye quickly sorted them into recognisable groups: three weaker signals in relative proximity to each other clustered around a night club full of humans, three strong signatures seemingly patrolling the streets of the city and one very strong signal, more radiant than any one of the first six, sitting at the foundation of a half finished office building. Each signature represented a Cybertronian. A fellow Transformer.
Hawkeye could immediately see a pattern in the arrangement of the first three and last one signatures; it looked to him like the weakest mechs were acting as bait for the patrolling group, and the most powerful robot was in an ideal location to attack any unfortunate mech who was preoccupied with the 'bait' group. It all looked too much like a pitiful, amateurish attempt at an ambush. The fact that the three weakest mechs had not even tried to hide their energy signatures betrayed the simple fact that they had little, if not no, experience with strategies.
Having every intention of busting a few Decepticon helms, Hawkeye quickly set up a cloaking field to hide his energon signature, then gunned his engine and shot off into the city.