"Here's the plan," even over the radio, the smirk in his voice was evident. "I've got zippy in my sights right now. He's on the sidewalk, east side of the wall. I'm gonna pull around to the gate- you are gonna toss zippy over the wall. We'll box 'em both in." Even as he was speaking, he was moving into position.

Maybe if they were lucky, she'd toss the unfortunate Decepticon (to which he'd given the impromptu nickname- Zippy) right on top of his pal's head.