Down in the communications room, Bumblebee was leaning back in a chair in front of Teletraan 1. He was alone in the room, except for the fact that the main screen was on and populated by the face of Cosmos.

"Nothing to report up here," the UFO 'Bot said. "The Decepticons have been pretty quiet lately, haven't they?"

Bumblebee nodded. "Yeah, they've sorta been laying low I guess. Hey, not like we're complaining, right?"

Cosmos sighed. "Well no, of course not. But it's been so dang quiet up here, I'm running out of things to do! Although on the upside I've had lots of time to practice my cornfield drawings… the last one I did was the best one yet! I'll send pictures!"

Bumblebee chuckled. "Prowl's not going to be happy when he sees more talk about crop circles in the human's news!"

"Well tell him to come up here and try floating around in space all day every day! There's only so much one mech can think about; you start inventing new ways to entertain yourself… like satellite soccer."

"Satellite soccer?" Bumblebee asked.

"Never mind," Cosmos was quick to respond. "But ugh, I'm so bored! Oh but hey wait! How's that… what do you call it… prank war going? Is it still going?"

"Oh yeah!" Bumblebee grinned. "Let me tell you all about it!" And the yellow minibot proceeded to do so.

Once he was done, Cosmos sighed. "Gee that sounds like fun, wish I could be part of it!"

Bumblebee rubbed his chin in thought. "Well," he mused. "Aren't you coming down soon to resupply?"

A gleam of hope and interest lit Cosmos's optics. "Yeah, I can come down any time for that!"

Bumblebee nodded and grinned. "I've got something in mind for you! How about this…" And the minibot explained his idea.

Cosmos grinned. "Yes, let's do it!"

o~o~o

Deeper within The Ark, a red mech hustled through the hallways, carrying some kind of object in his hand. He acted as if he were being pursued, glancing behind him and ducking around corners very sneakily. Suddenly, the mech's comm-link came to life, and Mirage's voice filtered through. "Sideswipe, do you have the package?"

Sideswipe stopped briefly as he responded. "Yup, stealing this was easy peasy! Although I don't get why taking Jazz's boombox is so important?"

"Jazz needs his music to concentrate, without it he won't be able to execute his plans as fast. Trust me, it's important," Mirage said.

"Oh, okay," said Sideswipe. Suddenly, he heard a scuff come from the hallway around the corner, as if somebody were there. Sideswipe froze.

"Jazz is onto you," Mirage warned. "Keep moving, take the next right turn and follow the hallway," he instructed.

Sideswipe did as he was told, tucking the afore-mentioned boombox under one arm and moving as quietly as he could. He made the turn, and Mirage spoke again. "There's a secret door 30 feet ahead of you to the left. Stop in front of it."

"Where is it?" Sideswipe whispered.

"30 feet and to your left," Mirage repeated, sounding a little irritated.

"I can't see a door there," said Sideswipe.

"Well, I did say it was secret door," Mirage said, sounding a little more irritated.

"Oh," was all Sideswipe said. After a few more steps, he stopped where he assumed the door could be. "Okay, I'm here, now what?"

"The door can only be opened with a secret password," Mirage continued. "Say: 'Abacadabra.'"

Sideswipe cocked an optic ridge. "… really?"

"Jazz came up with it," said Mirage. "Just say it."

Sideswipe shrugged. "Abacadabra," he said. Sure enough, a door slide open a little to his right.

"Quick, get inside," ordered Mirage.

Sideswipe jumped in, and the door closed shut. He tried to look around, but it was completely dark and he couldn't see a thing. "What's this room for anyway?" he asked.

"It's a safe room, Jazz won't ever suspect that you know it exists. Now be quiet he's coming."

Sideswipe did as he was told. In a few moments, he could hear footsteps outside in the hallway. He pressed his audio against the door, to hear the footsteps stop right in front of him. For several spark-pounding moments, there was silence. Then the footsteps moved on, and in a minute they had faded into the distance. "I think he's gone," Sideswipe said.

"Okay, now you need to say 'Alacazam' to open the door again," said Mirage.

Sideswipe rolled his optics, but complied. "Alacazam." The door opened, and Sideswipe stepped back into the light. The hallway was empty.

"Remember our mission," Mirage then said. "We need to get that boombox to Wheeljack's lab. He's agreed to make some… modifications to it. But Jazz is looking for you, and don't think that you've lost him for good. If he catches you before you can get to the lab, the mission's lost. So keep your guard up."

Sideswipe grinned. "What's Wheeljack going to do to it?" he asked.

"You'll see," Mirage replied. "But for now, focus on getting there. Take a look at the map I gave you, you still have it don't you?"

"Yup," confirmed Sideswipe as he took out the appropriate datapad. He pulled up the map, which showed the layout of The Ark, and marked the locations of all the traps that have been laid out: red marks for Sideswipe's traps, blue for Jazz's.

"There's no easy path. You'll need to take a detour through sector 4D before cutting around to Wheeljack's. There are still traps along the way, some of which I may not even know about. Watch your step."

"On it!" Sideswipe said and immediately set off. It was quiet for several minutes as he walked, until Mirage spoke to him again. "Watch out, Blaster's coming your way. If he sees you, he'll alert Jazz to your position. Hide."

Sideswipe quickly ducked into a nearby room, and hid there until Blaster had walked past, bopping along to some music. Once the coast was clear, he continued on his way. "Hey, how'd you know that?" Sideswipe suddenly asked.

"I've got Red Alert's room to myself… monitor duty," Mirage replied.

"Oh," said Sideswipe. "Wait, why didn't you steal this thing yourself?"

"Because Jazz doesn't know I'm working for you, remember? If he caught me it'd blow my cover."

"Right," responded Sideswipe. Suddenly, he felt something catch his foot, and then he heard a click and the next thing he knew he was being engulfed in a cloud of white powder.

"Slag, you've hit a trip wire. Jazz is onto you, run!"

And Sideswipe took off running. The powdery substance, which he determined was flour, left a trail wherever he went.

"Take a right turn here!" Mirage instructed, and Sideswipe did so. The hallway he turned down was lined with doors on either side. "You need to get that stuff off of you. There's a utility closet ahead of you, get to it and use the faucet to wash it off."

"Seriously?!" Sideswipe said.

"Yes," Mirage responded dryly.

The frontliner sprinted down the hallway, and skidded to a halt in front of the closet door. He opened it, and quickly found the spigot used to dispense cleaner usually reserved for the walls and floor. Not today, as Sideswipe turned it on and quickly rinsed off the flour that still covered his chassis. Once he was done, he hurriedly turned it off, shut the door, and continued on his way, now slipping slightly on his wet pedes.

"We've lost precious time. Fortunately there's a shortcut to Wheeljack's; unfortunately it's riddled with traps. You'll have to do exactly as I say to avoid them. Take a left turn here."

Sideswipe slid around the corner. The hall ahead looked unassuming, but of course that's just what he was supposed to think. "There's a sensor ahead, roll!" Sideswipe hit the floor and rolled. "Now jump over the next trip wire!" The mech did as he was told, quickly springing to his feet and jumping. "Jump again, slide to the right, now slide to the left, duck!" The barrage of instructions had Sideswipe doing all kinds of maneuvers down the hall.

"Stop!" The mech halted in his tracks at the sudden command. "Now, do you know how to do the running man dance?"

"The what?!" Sideswipe asked.

"The running man dance," Mirage repeated calmly.

"Uh… yeah," Sideswipe responded.

"Okay, the only way to not trigger the next trap is to do the running man dance across it."

"… You have got to be kidding me," Sideswipe said, flabbergasted.

"Again, this is Jazz we're talking about," Mirage stated. "Now, do you want to get away from him? You're going to have to do it."

Sideswipe glanced behind him. The coast was clear for now, but he assumed Jazz could be there any minute. "Alright," he said, and proceeded to perform the appropriate dance across the floor. He felt… slightly ridiculous while doing it, but nobody was watching. And hey, he knew how to own the dance floor.

After several moments of dancing along, Mirage finally spoke up. "Okay, you're past it." Sideswipe gladly stopped, starting to feel a little worn out. "You're past all the traps, and you're almost to the lab. There's just one thing left you need to do…"

"What is it?" Asked Sideswipe.

"There's another secret door nearby. The passcode for this one is a little more complicated, I need to send it to your datapad. When you get it, it's important that you read it loudly and clearly, understood?"

"Yes," said Sideswipe. He checked his datapad, and sure enough he had an unread message from Mirage. He opened it up and quickly read the passcode out loud. "Jazz wins the prank war… what?!"

There came a sudden cackling from just around the corner. Sideswipe looked, to see none other than Jazz walking towards him, laughing his head off. "Dude!" he gasped. "We got ya so good, ahahaha!"

Sideswipe blinked slowly as he tried to understand what was happening. "What?" he repeated. Suddenly another mech appeared around the corner, it was Mirage. "Mirage… what…?"

Mirage folded his arms with a half-smile on his face. "Thanks for the credits and Energon," he said.

Sideswipe's jaw hung slightly open in astonishment, while Jazz continued to laugh hard. "Sideswipe," he gasped. "There's nothing down tha' hallway! I can' believe you thought… ahaha.. tha' you had t' dance… HAHAHA!" The Porsche was practically wheezing with laughter, and he had to lean against the wall for support. "We got it all on camera!"

Sideswipe was not amused. He scowled at the two and shoved the boombox that he still held into Jazz's hands. "This isn't over!" he declared defiantly before whirling around and marching away, attempting to maintain as much dignity as he could.

Jazz's fit of laughter began to die away, and he clapped a hand to Mirage's shoulder as he slowly gained control of himself. "Good work, man," he said.

"Yes well, don't expect me to help out with these ridiculous pranks again," Mirage stated, before turning away.

"Aw come on, admit it, ya had fun!" Jazz said, but the other mech was already almost gone. Unperturbed, Jazz sighed heavily with contentment, before tucking his boombox under an arm and going his own way. However, he had only gotten a few yards along when he was hailed by Optimus Prime.

"Yes sir," Jazz greeted in a cheery voice.

"Jazz, please report to the communications room, it's the Decepticons," Optimus ordered seriously.

"On my way," Jazz responded, now with an equally serious voice. He quickly changed directions and made his way towards the communications room.

o~o~o

Several minutes previously, Bumblebee was still on monitor duty in the communications room. His conversation with Cosmos had ended, and all was quiet and peaceful for the minibot. It had been like this for quite some time, until now. Suddenly, a buzzer and light went off on the semi-sentient computer, signaling that there was an incoming call. Bumblebee jumped slightly at the alarm, and quickly checked the caller's ID. He frowned, and immediately called Optimus Prime.

"Yes Bumblebee?" Optimus greeted.

"Optimus, you'd better get down to the communications room. The Decepticons are calling us," said Bumblebee.

"I'll be right there," the Prime responded.

In a few minutes, Bumblebee was accompanied in the room by Optimus Prime, Blaster, Ironhide, Prowl, and Red Alert. Jazz was the last to arrive in a minute, rounding out the party. Once he saw that everyone had arrived, Optimus accepted the call from the Decepticons.

On the large main screen, Megatron's face appeared, sneering. Optimus kept a severe look on his face. "Megatron, what do you want?" he asked.

Megatron's sneer grew into an evil chuckle. "Prime! So good to see you and your Autobots together!" he said.

Optimus raised an optic ridge, but didn't respond.

"Tell me Optimus, how have things been since we last met? Has your army remained… loyal to your leadership?" Megatron continued.

Jazz leaned over to Blaster. "If ol' bucket head just wanted t' catch up, he coulda jus' sent a letter," he said. Blaster nodded in agreement.

Optimus wasn't having any of Megatron's ramblings either. "What is it Megatron?" he asked in hardly concealed irritation.

"There's no use hiding it anymore, Optimus. We know of the anarchy that is ravaging your ranks! Your soldiers are turning on you and your fellow Autobots, you can't last much longer!"

"What is he talking about?!" Red Alert exclaimed nervously from the back of the room, while Blaster had trouble hiding a guffaw of laughter.

"What makes you believe this?" Optimus asked, seemingly un-phased by Megatron's claims.

"Still in denial, huh?" Megatron said. "Well, we have proof of this, don't worry. Watch, and then you will be forced to admit to the rebellion that is taking place right under your olfactory sensors!" Suddenly the image on the screen changed, and the Autobots were instead viewing an image of a human street at night. On either edge of the screen stood a street light, and in just a few seconds, the unmistakable form of Sideswipe marched into the frame and promptly tore the street light from the ground. Sunstreaker then appeared and tore up the other street light, before the two marched off. In the room, the Autobots were silent as they tried to understand why they were being shown this image. The frown on Prowl's face deepened.

The image on the screen changed again, and they were looking down into the forest by The Ark, where they could see themselves among the trees. There was a small team led by Ironhide, and another led by Air Raid, who were apparently firing at each other with guns. In another part of the woods, Jazz and a few others could be seen surrounding an apparently captured Bluestreak, while Prowl and a team he led tried to rescue him. It became obvious very quickly to those who were in the room that what they were seeing were aerial shots of their battle simulation they had conducted several months ago.

The screen changed again, and now they saw a picture of the inside of The Ark, inside the Rec Room actually. It showed Sideswipe and Sunstreaker sitting together at a table, leaning in towards each other slightly. They had audio for this one, and the voice of Sideswipe came through to them clearly: "If this works Prowl and his allies won't be able to retaliate against us for days!"

Finally, Megatron's face reappeared on the screen, looking as smug as before. "And there's a lot more where that came from, Prime!" he announced.

The faces of the Autobots probably weren't as frightened as Megatron had been hoping. There was certainly some subtle amusement, and maybe even a little surprise, but nothing more.

"And what do you plan on doing with that 'evidence'?" Optimus asked.

The smile on Megatron's face turned into an irritated sneer when he wasn't met with the anger or horror he was expecting. "If you don't do as we say, we will release these incriminating videos to the human public and to your fellow Autobots on Cybertron! The last thing you want is for your allies to know that your army is falling apart. Now… shall I list off our demands?"

There was a moment of silence as Optimus and Prowl glanced at each other, communicating silently over their comms. Then Optimus turned back to Megatron. "No, that won't be necessary."

"Uh… what?" Megatron stammered.

Optimus's optics hinted at a slight, amused smile at Megatron's bemusement. "I see no evidence in those videos to say that 'anarchy is ravaging my ranks'," he said, and this time both Blaster and Jazz snickered. "Go ahead and release them, I have no fear of the consequences"

"But… no!" Exclaimed Megatron. "Your army is disintegrating! You've lost the loyalty of your soldiers! I have the upper hand, you must do as I say!"

Optimus glanced sidelong at Blaster and gave a subtle signal.

Megatron continued to rant. "My Decepticons are superior, we are stronger! Your surrender is inevitable, it is now! Surrender, and I will be merciful to y…" – ktchzzzz!

In the silence after Blaster cut the connection, Bumblebee snorted. "Looks like Megs is getting desperate."

"Ah say he's always been desperate," Ironhide cut in.

"Whatever it is, it's obvious he's up to something!" Red Alert said frantically. "We need to be on high alert!"

"As we will be," Optimus spoke up. "Red Alert, make sure your security system is working properly. Blaster, monitor their communications. Prowl, I want a report on all possible moves the Decepticons could make next."

"Yes sir," Red Alert, Blaster and Prowl chimed.

"Everyone else, keep your guards up," Optimus concluded, before leaving the room. Red Alert was quick to follow. Ironhide left next, then followed by Bumblebee. Blaster stayed where he was to begin his own task.

Prowl turned to leave as well, but halted when Jazz turned to him. "Did y' notice tha' Optimus wasn't even phased by the video of Sides an' Sunny plottin' against us?"

Prowl turned around. "No, but now that you mention it, I suppose he wasn't."

"Does tha' seem kinda s'picious to you?" Jazz asked.

"Perhaps," Prowl responded. "But that's hardly my problem now, is it?" He then turned and left.

Jazz frowned and turned to stare at the monitor screen in thought. After a moment, Blaster turned around. "Hey, does this mean Red's going to change the passcodes again?"

Jazz's shoulders slumped slightly. "Prob'ly."

"Dang it," Blaster said.

o~o~o

Late that night, in the outskirts of Central City, a group of three young men walked the streets. It was Raoul and his Bop Crew, and they were having fun kicking it and pulling some sweet moves between the street lamps. They didn't know where they were going, but that was okay because the night was young and they were out to conquer it.

It was a little past 2am, and the trio were beginning to wind down for the night. Raoul led them to a dark blue Corvette with a red flamed Autobot insignia on the hood that was parked by the curb. Raoul leaned against the car as he continued to talk to his friends.

Everything was going swell with the gang, when all of a sudden a bright light appeared in the sky above them. The humans glanced up, shielding their eyes from the glare. The light was shaped like a ring, and appeared to be spinning.

"Dude, what is that?" Poplock said.

"I don't know man, but it's getting closer!" Rocksteady replied.

The light grew closer, and they could see now that it was actually the underside of some sort of saucer-shaped space craft.

The Corvette spoke then. "That looks like Cosmos, but I don't know what he's doing out here."

"Hey, maybe he just wants to say hey?" Raoul returned. The man then looked up at the UFO, and waved a hand in the air. "What's up, dude?!" he shouted.

The UFO moved even closer, until it was hovering directly above Raoul. The ship created a downdraft that whipped Raoul's clothes and forced his two friends to stumble back. Suddenly, a beam of light shot out from below the UFO and enveloped Raoul.

"Whoa dude, this is getting freaky!" Rocksteady shouted.

"Get out of there!" Poplock warned.

Raoul looked to the Corvette nervously. "Uh, Tracks man, is this normal?"

Tracks didn't get the chance to respond, because all of a sudden Raoul began to mysteriously lift up into the air, as if he was being levitated up.

"WHOA MAN NOT COOOOOL!" Raoul cried as he flew towards the UFO.

Tracks quickly transformed. "Cosmos, what are you doing?!" the Autobot shouted.

The UFO didn't respond, as he swiftly sucked the human up into his chassis, and promptly flew away.

Back on the streets, Poplock and Rocksteady were freaking out. "DUUUDE ALIENS MAN WHOA!" And they both ran off into the distance.

Tracks watched the two humans run off with a cocked optic ridge, before making a call. "Alright Jazz, you got me," he said when the other mech accepted the comm.

"What?" Jazz responded, sounding confused.

"Don't play games with me, I know what you did," Tracks retorted. "Ha ha, I get it, Raoul was abducted by aliens, hilarious. Now get Cosmos to return him, at once!"

"Uh, really dude, I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout," said Jazz. "What's this 'bout Raoul an' Cosmos?"

o~o~o

About half an hour later, Tracks was back at The Ark. He and Jazz stood outside, Tracks looking just a little irritated. In a moment, the form of Cosmos's altmode appeared in the sky, approaching fast. When the mech was close enough, Tracks cupped his hands and held them out expectantly. Cosmos hovered above Tracks, opened up a portal, and gently lowered a slightly ruffled looking Raoul into his hands. The UFO 'Bot then transformed and landed. "Uh, hey guys," he said.

"What were you thinking?" Tracks shot at the minibot.

"It was a joke!" Cosmos defended himself. "You know… a prank."

Jazz spoke up. "Y' know, abducting humans isn't really th' best way to pull off a prank."

"Hey guys, it really wasn't that bad!" Raoul suddenly said. "My man Cosmos took me into space and showed me the Earth! It was rad."

"You took him into space?!" Tracks growled.

Cosmos's shoulders hunched slightly. "Only just briefly! He wanted to see!"

"And you thought it was okay just because he wanted to?!" snarled Tracks.

"Dude, chill out," Raoul said. "I'm fine."

"Alright, you guys," Jazz intervened. "Everythin' turned out okay, let's jus' calm down. Cosmos, next time you wanna do a prank, you should clear it w' me first."

"Yes sir," Cosmos said, looking relieved. "Although to be honest… it was Bumblebee's idea. I just figured he'd already talked to you about it."

"Really?" Jazz mused. "Hm, well I think we still need to have tha' talk then. In the meantime though, you need to restock on supplies, right?" And Jazz pointed to the minibot. Cosmos nodded. "Alright, well you're already here, so let's get ya restocked." Jazz then led Cosmos into The Ark.

Tracks and Raoul were left alone. "Come on man, don't you think it was even just a little bit funny?" the human said.

Tracks frowned. "I don't think your two friends thought as much."

"Oh, I forgot about Rocksteady and Poplock. They okay?"

"I'm sure they'll get over it."

o~o~o

Later that morning, when the sun was just beginning to rise in the sky, Prowl awoke to a startling headline in the local human newspaper: "MAN ABDUCTED BY ALIENS!", which was followed by the blurb: "Says two Central City men who claim to have witnessed a flying saucer steal away their friend at about two o'clock this morning. Was it the Decepticons, Autobots, or some new alien species? Read on for the full investigation."

Prowl sighed, then activated his comm. "Jazz… have you read the newspaper yet today?"

"Uh, yeah, heh, you see about tha'…" Jazz replied. "Bee an' Cosmos thought it'd make a good prank 'gainst Tracks. But it's cool, Raoul was returned jus' fine, no harm done!"

"No harm done?!" Prowl returned. "If the humans figure out it was an Autobot who abducted him, then they're going to start to question our loyalties. If they think the Decepticons have started to abduct humans, then there'll be mass panic! I don't see any good outcome to this."

"Yeah… I know," Jazz admitted. "But I've talked t' th' two 'bout it, they won't do it again."

"They certainly won't, they'll get their punishment from me this morning. And Jazz…" Prowl then said, with a hint of warning in his voice."

"…Yeah?" said Jazz, sounding a little apprehensive.

"I thought you said you'd keep this low key."

"Hey, I didn't authorize this!" Jazz defended. "They did this on their own! I can't keep tha' from happenin'!"

"Yes well, it seems like this prank war is getting more out of hand than I expected," Prowl said. "I think it's time…" but suddenly the mech was interrupted by several knocks on his office door. "… We'll discuss this later," Prowl finished before cutting the connection with Jazz and giving permission for whoever it was in the hallway to enter.

Prowl was actually not surprised but instead a little discouraged to see Optimus Prime enter his office. "Prowl," the Prime greeted.

"Sir," Prowl returned as he stood up. "What can I do for you?"

Optimus stepped further into the room and sat down in the guest chair, Prowl following suit. "Why am I getting phone calls from the Central City police department and news reporters about an apparent 'alien abduction' that took place this morning in the city?"

Prowl's doorwings drooped slightly, he knew this was coming. "It was Cosmos, he thought that it would make a good prank."

"Is that so?" said Optimus. "I know Cosmos is prone to… mischief now and then, but this seems unusual for him. Do you suspect something else is going on?"

"Uh…" said Prowl. A moment passed as he thought about what to say next. Finally he gave a sigh of resignation. "Actually sir, I have something to confess."

Optimus raised his optic ridges in interest. "Oh?"

"Yes. There is actually… a sort of prank war going on among the ranks. It's been going on for quite some time. It was… partially instigated by me, and I refrained from telling you about it all this time. I do apologize."

A moment of silence passed between the two mechs, while Optimus leaned back in his chair and looked at Prowl thoughtfully. Then the Prime spoke. "How long is 'quite some time'?"

"… Nearly nine months," Prowl admitted reluctantly.

Optimus's optic ridges raised again in surprise. "And when you told me earlier that you had no part in the recent pranking…?"

Prowl opened his mouth and paused for a moment, before his doorwings finally drooped further down. He was tired of excuses. "That was a lie, sir."

"Hm," Optimus mused. "Prowl I am very disappointed," he then reprimanded. "I expected better from you."

"I know sir," said Prowl, trying not to look too dejected.

"Why did you not tell me about this?" Optimus then asked.

"I…" Prowl sighed. "I knew you would not approve of it."

For a moment, Optimus just stared at the Praxian, making said Praxian slightly uncomfortable. "Well, this needs to end. With the Decepticons up to something, we can't have the troops be distracted. I expect there to be no more pranks by tomorrow."

"Yes sir," Prowl affirmed.

Optimus stood up. "Please don't keep something like this from me in the future."

"Of course sir," Prowl confirmed as he stood up as well.

Optimus gave a nod, and left the room. Prowl sat down with a sigh, feeling quite humiliated. Now it was time to clean up the mess he had created.

o~o~o

"My Decepticons are superior, we are stronger! Your surrender is inevitable, it is now! Surrender, and I will be merciful to your sol…" – ktchzzzz! "AAARG!" Megatron pounded the arm of the chair he was sitting in when his screen suddenly went black. "Those imbeciles, those fools! How dare they hang up on me?!"

"Well Megatron," Starscream's high pitched voice cut to his audios. "Looks like your brilliant plan wa…" – KABOOSHK! Starscream was thrown back when Megatron discharged his fusion cannon right in his face. The seeker landed hard several meters away, and didn't move.

"Anyone else dare to speak against me?!" Megatron challenged the room. Near the back, Skywarp vopped out of existence, and Thundercracker slowly inched towards the door.

"Good," Megatron snarled, and turned to glare at the blank screen in front of him.

"Next move, master?" Soundwave questioned from the side.

The Decepticon leader growled. "Those Autobots are good at hiding their weaknesses, I'll give them that. Like frightened turbofoxes, they hide in the safety of their den. Well… I think it's time we come knocking. Soundwave, prepare the troops, we're paying the Autobots a visit."

"Yes master," Soundwave acknowledged and silently left the room.

Megatron rubbed his chin, then chuckled evilly. "You're out of moves to make, Autobots," he said to the blank screen. "Checkmate."