"Archivist, Mirage got capture by the 'Cons." proclaimed Jazz as the rest of the teams that had heard of the news followed close behind him.
The elderly Archivist looked up from his writing in astonishment from the news, not that he wasn't expecting it- in a way in was in the Covenant of Primus- but rather that it was Mirage that was taken captive. The Covenant wasn't always specific on the future. "How are Prowl and Fireflight?" he asked.
"They're fine. The Protectobots, Firstaid and Firestar, are analyzing them in med-bay as we speak, but that's not he question. The question is what are we going to do about Mirage? We're not leaving him!" demanded the angry Hot Rod.
"Hot Rod! Have some respect." ordered Jazz.
Alpha Trion stood up, placed his stylist down, and look over at Hot Rod who had realized what he had done and lowered his gaze to the floor. "It is alright, Jazz, he is worried. We all should be worried for Mirage and we must all come up with a plan to rescue him." The archivist then turned to the large Ultra Magnus who was well know for being strategical in times like these.
Ultra Magnus turned his helmet to Jazz, "I suggest that our teams work together." and then to the Wreckers, indicating that what he was about to say he was saying almost especially to them. "Some of us may not like it, but it maybe the only way to get Mirage back."
The Wreakers stood quietly aside and they remained quiet- all except for Six-Gun. "Wreckers don't call for back up, they call for clean up." he angrily repeated the motto of the Wreckers.
Guided by his tremendous ego, Sunstreaker was one to never forgive especially if he felt it was an insult. "Why you." he said. His circuits raged with fury at the Wrecker's comment, clutching his servos, he jumped to tackle the Wrecker who quickly put up his defenses and waited for the conceited Turbocharger to come at him. Sunstreaker would have given him a hard blow to the face had not his twin and Hot Rod interfered by restraining him down to keep the mecha from more trouble than what he and his brother usually got themselves into. They let up when they felt that Sunstreaker calmed down, but he locked his optics on the Wrecker, sending him cold darts.
Hot Rod returned his attention back to the Wrecker commander and nodded his helm in agreement to what he had proposed a nanoklick ago. "Let's do it then." he said, letting his circuits abuzz with exhilaration and the thought of finally being able to get back at what the Decepticons had done. This feeling tingled, and to him it felt good, causing his actions to get ahead of himself.
"Good, as long as we're coming up with something I suggest that we team off Kup with Rod. Kup is the only one, beside Mirage, that can control him." Jazz joked at his sarcasm. Nobody laughed. "Fine, it wasn't really that funny."
"No, I'll do it." replied Hot Rod. "I think we should split into three different strike teams. Kup and I will find Mirage while the Wreckers and Turbochargers cover our afts. The Aerialbots and the rest of the Autobots will wait close by just in case they need backup. Blaster should stay behind with them to let them know when backup is needed and, as always, the Protectobots will standby for emergencies and the Elite Guard will stand and protect Iacon til the end."
Ultra Magnus, Kup, and Jazz looked at each other in admiration, they didn't expect Hot Rod to come up with a plan, especially a plan that was well thought of. Hot Rod was better known for being the type of bot that would act now, think later. It wasn't until Alpha Trion broke the spell with a smile and encouraging words. "Well done, Hot Rod. Autobots, bring Mirage- and yourselves- home safely." Alpha Trion was beginning to see something very special sparking inside Hot Rod- leadership. A trait he had read about in the Covenant of Primus not too many megacycles ago.