"Race, set the EMP for 1.4 gigahertz. Everyone set your tactical radios to short wave UHF listening mode. Keep sharp." Matt said as he checked the sabot shells in his magazine.
All soldiers except for the leaders of each nationality reached to the radios in their chest packs and pressed the 'LIST. MODE' switches. The Australian soldier, Wallace Race, wordlessly dropped the backpack sized electromagnetic pulse generator off his shoulders and mutely turned the gigahertz dial up to '1.4'. With a controlled electromagnetic pulse, any device within the range of the generator which used a microprocessor, including digital cameras and phones, would be jammed. The pulse would even wipe magnetic film, so even outdated SLR (single lens reflex) cameras would be useless for the time the generator was active. As long as the soldiers kept their radio channels on frequencies higher than the EMP, they would still be able to communicate.
Richard nodded in concurrence to Matt and signalled for the British troops to set up tripods and aim all arms at the three suspect cars.
The American and Australian soldiers approached the pier and halted thirty metres from the parking lot along the shoreline, each man and woman keeping their sights on the alternate-mode Decepticons. Just a few metres from the designated for the patron's cars, the limestone wall kept the waters of the Swan River at bay.
The trio of Autobots went further, dissolving the queue they had maintained and instead lining up side by side in an arc around the mission targets. One by one, the supercars reverted to their bipedal forms and deploying their signature weapons, Sideswipe poising his swords for a quick swipe or throw, Cliffjumper letting a nitro launcher drop into each hand from compartments in the sides of his chest and Sting letting three claws, snapping with electricity, slide over his hands from his forearms. Cliffjumper immediately stepped forward, the cannons in his hands trained on the black Dodge Magnum and the similarly coloured Audi R8. The Magnum and Audi transformed without warning. Bumpers, windows and panelling slid every which way as the two Decepticons reverted to their base, bipedal forms. The Autobots wasted no time attacking as Sting started firing bolts of electricity at the Magnum while Cliffjumper swiftly stepped back and unloaded salvo after salvo at the same mech. A barrage of sabot shells met the black and burgundy Audi R8 as he sprinted through the barricade of soldiers and bounded across the roadway, only for the tips of Sideswipe's swords to pierce through his chest plating as the silver Autobot's blades slid smoothly into his back. Sideswipe deftly pushed the Decepticon into the tarmac, forcing the blades even deeper in. The Decepticon groaned in agony as the swords inched further into his back.
"I got Dead End pinned. How's Cannonball?" Sideswipe called over his shoulder, keeping the swords protruding from his forearms embedded in such a way that Dead End didn't dare move as glowing blue energon leaked around the sword tips and dripped onto the street.
"He ain't goin' anywhere." Cliffjumper declared smugly. As Sideswipe had stabbed Dead End, Sting had boldly jabbed his claws into a gap in Cannonball's abdominal armour and sent out a plasma discharge that had sent the black Decepticon to his knees. Now Cliffjumper had his right in the middle of the bulky Magnum's back and with one of his nitro launchers pointed at the back of the Decepticon's head.
"Nicely done 'bots." Sideswipe said. "You're outnumbered and outmatched Breakdown. Surrender and you'll get a nice comfy stasis lock. If you fight, you'll die." He declared out loud, addressing the only Decepticon still in disguise.
The only response the Autobots got was the sound of an engine gunning and the sight of a white, red and blue Lamborghini Gallardo hightailing out of its parking space and rocketing down the roadway away from the nightclub at speeds no earth-made car could reach that quickly.
"He's mine!" Sting announced as he bounded away from Cannonball and transformed upon hitting the road. The green Camaro peeled after the escaping Decepticon, their engines roaring.
"Let Sting handle him." Sideswipe chided when he saw Cliffjumper taking his foot off Cannonball's back. It was then that all present hear a primal roar echoing out from the city and, despite having Cliffjumper's foot in his back and his cannon to his head, Cannonball laughed darkly.
"Here it comes." The Decepticon grinned sadistically as black coolant and blue energon leaked through his dental plates.
Sideswipe looked up toward the city and he saw the Constructicon he had so arrogantly overlooked. "Oh frag me."