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It had been an admittedly strange situation they had all been in - shopping mall, zombies, black outs - it was like a horror film gone wrong.

No one had any explanation for their sudden appearance in the mall, nor did anyone have an explanation for their sudden disappearance from the mall. Just as no one had an explanation for the blue Chevrolet Volt currently parked outside of B.A.B.E.L. headquarters.

For his own part, Jolt was doing what Autobots did best (aside from kicking Decepticon skidplate), and that was hiding in plain sight. Asphalt and sunshine, he decided, were preferable to zombie-laden carpet and the near-darkness of a mall without power. He just didn't like having to wait while Naomi was inside - no doubt trying to explain where the frag she'd been all this time. Jolt'd had a similar problem relaying his whereabouts to - of all mechs - Ratchet. (No doubt the medic thought he was glitched for insisting he'd been fighting off zombies all this time.) But, after much instance, and pleading for Optimus' permission, Jolt was allowed to stay with Naomi for the time being.

The Autobot sighed inwardly. He was still waiting, and he still hated it.

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Jolt took off down the street at an easy pace, his hologram flickering on. The last thing he needed was to draw undue attention to himself. Optimus had sternly advised him to take his time on this one- as far as the enemy knew, there wasn't an Autbot or NEST agent around his hiding spot for miles, and there was no reason to bring him out of that sense of security, however false that may be.

"This is what we've got," he said. "One 'Con, hiding out in an old building site a couple of miles from here. We're still a little fuzzy on his alt or his designation, since there's a lot of construction equipment lying around over there." He shrugged.

"Understood," Naomi replied at once, already settling into Official Special Esper mode. "So we're regarding all of it as a possible Decepticon." Go figure it had to be construction-- moving any of that equipment had always given her the hardest time.

"I wonder why it's hiding here, though," she mused. "I can't think of anything it would want."

Construction equipment was a favored source for altmodes for the Decepticons. Jolt really didn't know why, but it usually meant two things about the mech in question: They were big, and they were slow. "Once we get in close, I should be able to sniff him out," Jolt replied. He wasn't exactly built with the best scanners available- he was a fighter, not a medic like Ratchet, what need did he have for them? But if this Decepticon wasn't expecting him, maybe he'd catch him being sloppy.

The Autobot pondered on that for a moment, then offered up another shrug. "Who knows? Could be this is just where he happened to land and he's just awaiting orders. If we can take him alive, maybe we can ask."

"I hope we can..." Naomi clenched her hands in her lap, looking pensively down at them. Enemy or not, she didn't kill. It wasn't B.A.B.E.L.'s policy, and it wasn't hers. That didn't mean that she'd never expected the possibility to come up, though. In this area, Jolt probably had far more experience than she did.

Either way didn't really matter to Jolt- the only good 'Con was a dead 'Con, but to be fair, his weapons were better-suited to crippling than killing anyway. "Whatever happens," he remarked. "Subdue or terminate, NEST will show up to clean up the mess. We just have to try and keep this as... discreet as possible."

She nodded her agreement, thankfully glad that The Children hadn't gotten word of it. As much as she loved the three of them, they couldn't do much discreetly. But that was to be expected from Level 7s-- the director was much the same when she wasn't sleeping the day away.

Either way, this should prove to be an experience.

The decline in the quality of neighborhood was evident long before they got to the site. (Yeah, Jolt decided, if he were a lowlife Decpticon, this is the kind of neighborhood he'd hang out in too.) The buildings were largely abandoned, save for the occasional bum, and for that Jolt was grateful. It minimized their chances of being seen- moreover, their chances of being seen by anyone remotely credible, or with a cell phone and the ability to upload them onto YouTube.

"That's it," he remarked, indicating the skeletal remains of a half-constructed building looming a few blocks down. "I'm gonna drive by it a couple of times and scope it out."

Naomi glanced at him, still quiet, but very evidently concerned for him by her expression. The girl was just too much of an open book. She'd been all over the city-- all over the country-- on missions, but she wasn't familiar with this construction site. They'd be fighting on unfamiliar terrain.

Shaking her head at her uneasiness, she looked away, out of the window. "Should I check it out from above?"

Oooh, air surveillance. There was a a trick the Autobots themselves didn't have at their disposal. (Really, one of them needed an altmode that could fly.) "Just keep out of sight- I wanna keep the element of surprise as best I can, you know?"

"Roger that." She flashed him a sharp salute, unable to keep from smiling as she did so, and then unbuckled herself and swung the door open. "You won't even know I'm there."

Which was true enough-- when Naomi didn't want to be seen, it was nearly impossible to track her.

The Volt pulled around the corner, slowing as Naomi made her exit, but never quite stopping, and swung the door closed after her. He took in what he could see- which wasn't much considering the high, graffiti-laden wall that wound around the site.

Something pinged on his scanner, but it was impossible to tell what it was. So, with a sigh, Jolt circled again- taking his time and marking that the only way in was through a gap in the wall, which looked as though it had been a gate once- chained and boarded up until something had torn it open.

The esper took immediately to the air, circling the site from high above. Unlike her companion on the ground, she could see over the wall, and took in what looked to be several rusting pieces of equipment. A bulldozer with a crushed tread, a crane that looked as though it had been in its prime seventy years ago... nothing too unusual.

Frowning to herself, she swooped down a little closer to investigate further, still too quick to be easily spotted.

Jolt was nervous.

Not because of the mission. This is what he did. This was why he was built.

No, it was because Naomi wasn't back yet. Okay, so really she hadn't been gone that long, and she was more than capable, but Primus damn it, he was worried about her anyway. She was flitting around some construction site with a 'Con and-

And there it was again. That ping on his scanner. Only this one wasn't coming from over the wall. It was on the street.

Frag.

"Naomi," he radioed, breaking the silence. "We've got trouble."

Up in the air, Naomi stopped, glancing down at her limiter. Jolt contacting her was usually a cause for concern. Jolt contacting her with the keyword of trouble was a cause for worry.

"What is it?" Her voice came across clearly, tone steady despite her growing unease.

"Big guy's got a friend." Oh this could get bad fast, but maybe... just maybe they could come out of this okay. Or stall long enough for backup to arrive, but he was seriously hoping for the former.

... Of course he did. She'd entertained the thought before Jolt had confirmed it, and wasn't too thrilled to learn that her suspicions had been correct. Well, at least it made for a fairer fight.

Except that it was two robots against a robot and a human, but the numbers lined up anyway.

There was silence on her end, and then a very tiny sigh. "Awaiting orders, sir." Going after the one in the street might be easier; it was more of a public area, and people-- if there were enough around to care-- were used to espers. Robots? Not so much.

Jolt had his scanners at maximum and he was trying his damnedest to pick up on whoever this extra 'Con was. (Oh, what he wouldn't give for Ratchet's scanners, or hell, Ironhide's sense of smell right about now.)

Wait. Wait. He had it now. No wonder he hadn't been able to pick up on it right away-

"...Think you can pick up a motorcycle?"

"... I picked up a truck last week, remember? I can definitely handle a motorcycle. I'll just have to make sure I get the right one."

This was just getting more and more interesting. But if he was having her head after the street-bound Decepticon, that meant he'd be dealing with the construction one. By himself...

No, he'd be fine. She had faith in his skills.

"Should I head after it now?"

"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.

If they were lucky, "Zippy" wouldn't decide to transform mid-flight. He couldn't be that big with a motorcycle as his chosen alt-mode, though, so if she had to put a bit more effort into lifting him, it wouldn't be entirely impossible.

"Got it," she commented, adjusting her flight path for the swiftest time and hovering until she was close to the place Jolt had designated. "I'm in position."

It he did, Jolt just had to trust Naomi's ability to get him over the wall regardless. However, he was banking on the fact that the Decepticon likely wouldn't know what had him until she let him go.

For his own part, he pulled up in front of the ruined gate, careful to keep his nose outside of the wall and hopefully out of sight, and killed the engine. "I'm ready. Toss him!"

Naomi's response wasn't a verbal one-- but, if anyone chose to look up at that particular moment, they might have seen a blue blur rocket past, and a red spark of light that caught the motorcycle up as easily as if it had been feather-light. Just as effortlessly (or so it looked), it was released over the wall with... well, it couldn't have been called gentleness in any way of the term.

The reaction was almost instant- the shifting of gears, followed by some rather colorful cursing in a number of languages, Cybertronian among them, followed again by the shifting of gears as the motorcycle zipped out of the open gate... and smack into Jolt's bumper.

"Road's closed," the Volt hissed, powering forward.

There was a strangled cry of "Autobot!" from the motorcycle as Jolt corralled it back inside. The Decepticon transformed, flailing back for fear of getting completely mowed over. It was all limbs- spindly and jagged, with two pairs of red-glowing optics trained on the Autobot. "Fool," it spat, taking a couple steps back.

And the bulldozer on the far side of the site began to rumble to life.

It looked to be a Cybertronian showdown in a fenced-off arena, but the last fighter chose to make her appearance now, and it wasn't as quiet or unobtrusive as her past actions had been.

The figure in the sky shot down and landed right on top of the bulldozer with an impact that only psychokinetic energy could have lent her. Naomi didn't remain there, sailing up again and moving until she hovered just above and to the left of her partner.

"I like him already," she remarked.

The bulldozer let out a noise that wasn't entirely mechanical as Naomi successfully staved its roof in. In fact, the groan of protesting metal quickly evolved into a howl of rage as the Decepticon transformed. He was big- almost bear-like, if not for the fact that he was made of metal and sharp angles. He took a few lumbering steps across the yard, his gait uneven on the broken tread.

"Ah," Jolt remarked, seemingly content to remain in his alt for the moment. "You wanna take the brain or the brawn?"

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