-1Months passed with no Decepticon activity whatsoever. There hadn't been so much as a jet contrail. It wasn't like the enemy to be anywhere near this quiet, especially after losing one of their own. "We need to find out what's going on," Ironhide said. Bumblebee voiced the obvious question. "But how would we go about doing that, huh? It's not like we can just go over there and ask! It looks like we need a miracle here." It was then that Sarah spoke up. "No," she said simply. "We need a spy." They all looked to her. "But none of us are even slightly qualified for that," Jazz objected. "Rumble could conceivably do it; he's just like Frenzy was and Frenzy was a spy… But he wasn't created for that. He's your guardian, Sarah; just like you created him to be." Almost as if to prove that point, the little red Autobot moved a little closer to her. "Loud Sound right. Rumble here fo-fo-for protect human girl." He turned to Bumblebee. "Buzz-Buzz small too. Buzz-Buzz be spy?" Bumblebee shook his head. "Can't do, Rumble. I'm a covert tactics specialist… that's different from spying. I do my thing on the battlefield. Face it, we don't have a spy in our ranks." Sarah cut in. "You're right, Bumblebee, we don't have anybody who could do that." A mischievous smile took shape on her face. "But we will."

Standing up, she looked around the room with a critical eye… and settled on a security camera in the room. It was Autobot-sized, meaning it was fairly large in comparison to her, roughly her size. "This should do nicely," she said to herself. A momentary concern made her turn to Optimus and the rest. "Don't worry, I'll replace it. I promise." Summoning up that blue lightning again, she walked closer to the corner of the room where the security camera was. A single tendril snaked out to enfold the camera in question. Her voice, when she spoke, was gentle and sweet, as if she was trying to coax something to her. "Ravage… Wake up, Ravage…" It was only then that they realized what she was doing, for the security camera promptly transformed into a large black and silver mechanical panther, which leapt to the ground and immediately approached her. A smile came to her face as the newly created cat lowered his head and butted her just like any typical attention-seeking house cat would. She petted him and he purred loudly, which drew a giggle from her. "You'll be our little spy, all right, Ravage?"

Rumble approached from off to the side, curious. "K-kitty?" No longer purring for the moment, Ravage sniffed him curiously. The two just sort of stared at each other for a few long seconds… Then, with a delight-filled squeal from one and a loud meow from the other, the two jumped on each other and began to wrestle. "Rumble li-li-like Kitty!"

What Ravage learned during his first attempt at espionage shocked all of them. The Decepticon base was utterly deserted. Stolen records provided answers, and what they learned was both very surprising and not a surprise at all. Without either Megatron or Starscream to provide a unifying force, the Decepticons had turned on each other. Some had wanted to follow Megatron, some had wanted to flee the planet, some had wanted to surrender… But none of them could agree on what to do. And so they had gone their separate ways, all allegiance forgotten. The Autobots had apparently won the war… not through battle but through the Decepticons' own weaknesses.

"…So that's the way it is," Optimus finished. "The war's over, it looks like. The Decepticons may attempt a return some day, but it seems unlikely that they'll ever be as much of a threat as they were." The implications of this struck Bumblebee first, and he gave a smile. "Does that mean…" Jazz smiled. "…I think so. You can go back to Sam." Sarah smiled at his happiness for a moment. It was over for Bumblebee… but not for her. She still had to fulfill her duty. No, it wouldn't be over until the day she set foot on the world that still haunted her dreams and restored what eons of warfare had stripped away.