The trio of cars had been combing the streets of Perth for just less than two hours. Despite the fact that there was an assorted team of black clad American, British and Australian soldiers travelling parallel with the cars on equally black quad bikes, being inconspicuous was not a priority for the odd group. The silver Corvette Stingray and the two Camaros, one red and silver 2007 model and the other a green and black 1967, weren't exactly best buddies, but they respected each other to a greater or lesser degree.
The irregular convoy rounded the last bend and drove down the almost deserted street heading for the single main road heading along the shore of the Swan River. At the lead of the group, riding level with the front right wheel of the Corvette, the black American colonel stole a glance over his shoulder at the construction which he had just passed. The party of soldiers and cars left the office buildings behind and the road opened out onto a stretch with a gigantic grassed area to the right and a fenced off public garden to the left.
Abruptly, the African-American colonel held up his right fist. The entire motorcade halted as one. The colonel gestured for the leaders of the Australian and British soldiers to join him and two men broke out of formation from beside the red Camaro. The American leader, Robert Epps, addressed the two men beside him: "Richard, Matt, Sideswipe," he nodded to the British lieutenant, the Australian major and then the Corvette to his left respectively. "The night club on the main road. At the end of the pier." He pointed the thermal imager in his hand at the said building, just 100 metres away. The other two soldiers looked at the three red, yellow and orange globules of colour on the imager's screen.
"Positive ID as Cybertronian energy signatures." The Australian, Matt, said.
"I'm gettin' all of it." The voice of the silver Stingray came over the headsets of all soldiers. "Sting. What can you tell me?"
"Dead End, Cannonball and Breakdown. All D-Cons, all losers." The green Camaro reported from the back of the group.
"And soon to be dead!" the comment came from the red Camaro.
"Heel, Cliffjumper." Sideswipe chided. "We got three 'Cons here guys. Report said there's a Constructicon hanging around here too."
"We're all well aware of that, Sideswipe." Richard said. "The question now is 'where is he?'"
"Let's just offline those 'Cons and look for the Constructicon later!" Cliffjumper interjected impatiently.
"I second that." said Sting.
"Okay. Let's spring the trap." Sideswipe approved as he moved on forward, leading the other two cars and the American and Australian soldiers into the obvious ambush.