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"Queen Beast to Swiper. Queen Beast to Swiper. Target is in my sights. I repeat, Target Pasta is in my sights! Over."

Mirage frowned, glancing around the room at the quiet voice that seemed to come from everywhere and no where at the same time.

"Copy that, Queen Beast. This is Swiper. I am in position. Over."

"'ello?" The Italian questioned, placing his mid-grade on the table beside him.

"Gold Star, what's your position?! Over."

"This is Gold Star. I'm position."

"You're supposed to say over when you're done! Over."

"I'm fragging in position! Over."

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Gold Star. Over."

"Shut it, Swiper. Over."

"Gold Star, Swiper; proceed with Plan A. Over."

"Roger that, Queen Beast! Over."

Mirage shifted, activating his cloaking device as he shifted into the corner.

"This is Queen Beast! Convert Plan A to Plan B! Over!"

"Yes, Queen Beast! Over."

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe strode into the empty rec room, looking with interest at the half-empty Energon cube on the table.

"Wonder who left this here?" Sideswipe prodded it. Mirage sighed in relief, until some sort of white powder suddenly fell from above him.

"Hello, Mirage." Sunstreaker grinned, staring at the flour coated mech as his Twin stepped forward.

"'ello. Howa are you todaya, Sunstreaker?" Mirage laughed nervously, edging along the wall. Whatever the Twins and "Queen Beast" were up to, it was not good.

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking."

"Noa! Youa can't takea me alive!" Mirage clawed at the ground, trying to gain purchase as the Twins dragged him by his legs towards the Med-Bay.

"Tooa latea!" Sideswipe laughed, opening the Med-Bay door and stepping in.

"NO! You'rea nota takin' me alive! I swear it toa Primus!"

"Don't be a hardaft!" Sunny growled, leaning backwards as Mirage grabbed the door frame. His grip slipped and the red mech scrambled for the door. Sideswipe tackled him by the waist and began dragging him again.

Mirage grabbed the door frame with his hands, nearly parallel with the ground as Sideswipe tried to get the bot in.

"They're not going to hurt you." Ratchet snorted, arms crossed from his spot beside Wheeljack.

"No. Buta you might!"

"Come on! Mirageeeee!" Sides whined, tugging harder. "Guys, I could use some help."

Sunstreaker grinned, blue optics focusing on something behind Mirage as it strode up. Leon took a deep breath and waved, grinning all the while.

"BOO!"

"AHHH! IT'S A GLITCHA MOUSE! KILL IT! KILL IT!" Mirage screamed, jumping into Sideswipe's arms.

"Nice-"

"GLITCH MOUSE! WHERE!? KILL IT!" Ironhide roared, launching himself onto Ratchet's head. He had managed to get himself injured with a piece of rock while training, which was why he was there. "KILL IT WITH FIRE! OR CANNONS! JUST KILL IT!"

"What's a glitch mouse?" Leon asked, stepping into the Med-Bay as Sunstreaker slid the door shut.

Optimus frowned, straightening a data-pad on his desk while the human clock behind him ticked. It was ticking him off; no pun intended.

The Autobot Commander was ready to take a page out of Ironhide's books and shoot the damn thing when he received a comm.

::Prowl to Optimus Prime:: -Prowl

::This is Optimus. How may I help you, Prowl?:: -Optimus

::Earlier you announced that you would be sending Bumblebee on a scouting mission. I regret to inform you that your plan will have to be changed. Bumblebee is in the Med-Bay with a virus.:: -Prowl

::Ah, I see. Any suggestions then, Prowl?:: -Optimus

::Yes. I suggest sending Sunstreaker, Sideswipe and Leon to Norway. Mirage and Ellie can head to Argentina. Is that acceptable?:: -Prowl

::One moment please.:: -Optimus

The custom painted Autobot subspaced a cannon and turned it on the clock. Kilks later, there was a scorch mark on the wall and pieces of the clock on the floor.

::I will need a human janitor soon. I think that's a wonderful idea. It will give the base a week of peace.:: -Optimus

::Excellent. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Mirage and their counterparts will be in your office momentarily for briefing and I'll alert the base's aircraft pilots to their takeoff.:: -Prowl

::Very well.:: -Optimus

Optimus could have sworn he'd heard...something close to delight in Prowl's tone, but waved it off. Prowl simply wanted peace and quiet for a few days.

The Prime poked a pad, and then opened on of the drawers and pulled out another. Luckily for him, the human game of Solitaire was very similar to a Cybertronian game. Ratchet had been able to fix the data pad to look like Optimus was working.

Nobot knew about this pad except himself and the medic. If Prowl knew, he'd glitch. And the other bots...the pranking ones, they would do something horrible.

Optimus Prime was relativity safe from pranks. Being the Autobot Commander had it's perks for such things, but occasionally one bot would get cocky and target the Prime.

It usually didn't end well for that bot.

A knock on the door started Optimus out of his thoughts and he wirelessly opened the door after putting away his game pad.

"Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Mirage, Leon, Ellie."

"He did it!" Leon yelled, pointing to Mirage.

"No! They did it!" Ellie pointed to the Twins. Optimus held up a hand and the two women went quiet.

"I'm not going to ask why Mirage is covered in flour and you're blaming each other. However, I did call you in here to talk to you." He folded his arms on his desk. "Bumblebee is currently unable to scout, as he is in the Med-Bay with a virus. You five will be taking his place. Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and Leon; your trip will be to Norway. While they are in Norway, Mirage and Ellie, you will be in Argentina. Your flights leave in half an hour. I suggest you start moving."

Optimus found his office empty in less than a fraction of a breem.

"I hate you." Leon growled, staring at Ellie, who was clad in a T-shirt and loose capris.

"That's nice. Have fun in the show!" Ellie skipped over to Mirage, who was waiting by their plane.

"Snow...Almost as bad as planes." Leon shuddered, shoving her backpack into the arms of her uncle. "Sideswipe! I'm sitting in your interior!"

The silver Corvette rolled forward and opened the back door for her.

"You'll be careful, right?" Will asked, handing her bag to another soldier.

"It's a scouting mission. Nothing is going to happen." Leon dead panned, tossing a pillow and a pile of blankets into Sideswipe's back seat.

"She's in good servos, sir!" Sideswipe's holoform appeared, grinning. The brunette put an arm around the mechanic.

"I'm worried about you three getting...closer." Will glared. Sideswipe backed away.

"Wimp." Leon snickered.

"Just be careful." Will pulled his niece into a hug, and pressed a gun into her hand. "It's one of Wheeljack's new weapons. Take it on a test run for him. It runs on Energon, so there's a lot of ammo in there. The Twins have Energon cubes if it needs refueling."

"Go away, Uncle Will. You've got stuff to do, and I'm perfectly safe. If anything, I'm going to be huddled in Side's alt mode with his heat blasting."

"Alright. Go on. Your plane is going to leave." Leon threw herself into the Corvette and pulled a blanket over her head.

Ellie hummed as she climbed on the plane, bobbing her head to the music in her headphones. There were perks to having Cybertronian friends.

Your iPod never died, you had better service, you had a giant robot protecting your ass if you were in a fight. And to top it off, said giant robot had a sexy alt mode and a sexier Italian accent.

Not that she would tell him. Mirage was pretty great though.

In one of the conversations she'd had with Ratchet, the medic had let it leak that Mirage was actually Cybertronian nobility. Ellie had thought it was pretty cool.

Arms circled her from behind and Ellie lashed out with her elbow.

"I was just hugging you, Ellie." Epps groaned. "But if you don't want a hug..."

"No, I really don't. I want a bear hug!" Ellie grinned, laughing at the dejected look on her uncle's face.

"You're in good servos. Be careful, don't talk to strangers, and make sure you eat your vegetables." He lectured, hugging his niece close.

"Yes, sir!" Ellie grinned, pulling away to find herself a seat.

"Ellie, take this." Epps tossed her a small electronic device. "It'll keep you in contact with Mirage. It's a communications link for us humans."

::Mirage to Ellie. The pilots are ready to go.:: -Mirage

"Bye Epps." Ellie turned, pressing the button on the side of the device as she pushed it into her ear. "I'm coming, 'rage."

::That's Target Pasta.:: -Sideswipe

::Shut up.:: -Mirage

"Naw. It's all good, Red."

::I will come over there! Don't think I won't!:: -Mirage

::To late! We've just taken off!:: -Sideswipe

"We have! Oh my Primus! I'm gonna die!"

::Nice going, bro. You've freaked out Lion.:: -Sunstreaker

::I'm signing off!:: -Sideswipe

"You guys are all such losers." Ellie chuckled.

::What does that make you then? Since you know us.:: -Mirage

"I've already established I'm a loser, Mirage. I just though that you guys should know that you're losers too!"

::Very well. I'm still a sexy loser though.:: -Mirage

"No comment." Ellie flushed as she buckled in, waiting for the plane to take off. Mirage just laughed.