A/N: OH MY GOD! MY BROTHER TOOK MY CAR TO WORK TODAY! HE TOOK SYNCHRO, AND SOME JACKASS BACKED INTO SYNCHRO, AND RAN AWAY! IT WAS A SLAGGING HIT AND RUN! I NEED A MEDIC! NOOOOOOO! Synchro! My mom told me about it this morning, and I went to my room and grabbed my bat. As soon as the store lets us know the license plate number of the fragging welding truck, I AM VANDALIZING SOME FRAGGING PROPERTY! (Not really, I'm all talk right now. I AM SO PISSED THOUGH! My poor car….)

REVIEWS!

Autobotschic: Do you have to pay for everything to be able to go? I have to pay for the hotel rooms, and my ticket. XD Sooo muuucchhh money! XD He might succeed one time, you never know!

Answerthecall: XD Freefire is a special mech… very special. XD

Zrexheartz: He was originally going to be a bad guy, but I liked him too much…. XD

IvoryCrawler: XD Synchro is amazing. I named my car after him. The other day, I got in, and the radio started playing "Hit the gas pedal!" And I was like, "Calm down, Synchro…" XD

Shizuka Taiyou: Chromia especially will just be crushed. She'll be pissed. XD

Sunstreaker's Girl: I find him very thirsty, ;D if you know what I mean. XD

Synchro waited patiently as Charger slowly worked on hacking the door's lock. With one last tap on the keypad, the door swished open, and Synchro calmly stepped through the door.

Ultra Magnus stared at him with unimpressed optics. Striker's back faced Synchro, his doorwings held in a neutral position. "Striker." Syncrho huffed.

Striker glanced back with a smirk. "Synchro, We were i-"

"Get out." Ultra Magnus stood up, pointing at the door. "Leave. If you are Praxian, I want you nowhere near me."

Synchro sighed. "I simply came here to check on my twins."

"They are being transported to the Iaconian military medical center. Out."

Synchro nodded. "Come on, Striker."

Striker stood up, nodding to Ultra Magnus. "Think about it." He sent Magnus a smile before following Synchro out the door. He glanced over to Charger with a smile. "Hello."

Charger frowned. "Hi."

Striker laughed as he sped up his pace to walk beside Synchro. "What? You came here for a reason, right?"

"I was looking for you."

Striker frowned. "Why?"

"I need information." Synchro sighed.

Striker nodded as he and Synchro stepped into the lift. After a couple of astrokliks Charger entered as well. "Crypt says he might have something on Barricade."

Synchro nodded. "Thank you, Charger." The lift went silent as the group waited for the doors to open again at the ground level.

Kiroh walked between the mechs and few femmes as they went through the first ten motions he had taught them. He raised his servo, and the group paused. He straighted a mech's elbow, and clapped his servos. The group started moving again.

Kiroh smiled as he walked to the front of the group as they all finished. "Very good. Very good indeed. And it only took you all four joors. I am impressed."

"Can we go?"

"I still have you all for another joor. You can do it again." Kiroh smiled at the resounding groan. "I'm only asking for you all to do it once more, then we'll add another move to it."

"What happened to learning the dangerous Cirquit-su?"

Kiroh immediately pinpointed the mech who spoke out. A yellow mech he hadn't bothered to remember his designation, for good reason. He was rude. "You, are dismissed. Everyone else, continue."

"What?" The mech stomped forward. "I've been doing this for four joors! You can't just dismiss me!" Kiroh ignored him as he started pacing through the mechs and femmes. "Did you hear me, old kook?"

Kiroh paused, and turned to the mech. "Are you a youngling? I told you that you are dismissed. That means, 'leave'. You don't want to be here, that is fine. Don't disrupt the ones who at least want a shot at survival."

"You're not teaching us to survive! You're teaching us some kind of slagging dance!"

Kiroh smiled as the mech fumed. "As I said, leave."

The mech growled as he turned on his heel and stomped off. By this time, all the other bots had stopped what they were doing, putting full attention on their teacher and comrade. Kiroh sighed. "I feel like I'm teaching sparklings again."

"Sparkling would be more cooperative."

Kiroh smiled as walked out of the group of bots. "Prowl!"

Prowl stood off to the side with a nod. "Master."

Kiroh turned to his students. "This! This is a true Master of Cirquit-su! How have you been?"

Prowl nodded. "I have been well."

"Good. What about your sire?"

"He has been fine as well."

"Great! I have another joor here, and we can meet up later, alright? We can get some energon. I'm supposed to meet with the prime, but I'd much prefer to meet with you."

Prowl frowned. "Mid orn refuel will be fine."

Kiroh smiled. "Of course."

The three mechs walked down the street. Charger following behind Striker and Synchro closely. "I have questions." Synchro glanced at Striker. "And I want straight answers."

Striker hummed. "You'll do with what you get."

"Corse. How did he survive?"

"He didn't. Not after I was done with him!" Striker smiled. "Pow! Right through the helm."

"You know what I meant."

"I told you, he didn't. He wasn't even in Kaon. Poor mech caught a virus, and hired some other poor mech to be his replacement. A look-a-like. Pretty smart really. I would have done the same thing."

Synchro paused, his doorwings falling slightly. "Maybe the substitute had something to do with Covenant."

Striker turned to Synchro with raised optic ridges. "Oh? You're playing with Covenant?"

Synchro glared at Striker. "Not playing. She's after our little Blue."

"He's far from little, and definitely far from ours."

"You know what I mean. If you know her so well, tell her to back off."

Striker laughed. "If you wish to stop Covenant, you'll need to find Targa."

"Targa?"

"Covenant's beloved." Striker laughed. "That mech was something else."

"Targa…" Synchro smirked turning to Charger. "Get with Crypt, and find this Targa."

Charger nodded. "Yes, sir!"

"Oh, and tell Crypt all information on Barricade goes to Ironhide."

"Yes, sir!"

"Dismissed."

Charger nodded before turning on his heel, and running the opposite way. Striker frowned. "Barricade. I know that name from somewhere. Hmm. Must not have been very important if I forgot." Striker laughed. "Well, I guess this is all you needed. I shall be-"

"Staying with me." Synchro glared. "You're not going to leave my line of vision until you offline."

"Funny." Striker smiled.

"Not joking."