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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 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?"

"I don't really have a preference." The smaller one would be easier to lift, if it came to that, but the bulldozer was slower. She could possibly land more hits on that one, so long as she dodged to the best of her ability.

The Decepticon solved things nicely by launching himself forward with a roar, still not very fast, but not too bad at closing the distance in between them.

"But," Naomi continued thoughtfully, "I suppose he'll want to thank me for my landing spot, so I'll take him."

"Sure, take all the fun," the Autobot commented dryly as he finally unfolded from his alt.

'Zippy', for his own part, was hissing and cursing quite creatively, while trying to slink away into a corner where he could hide himself so his friend could do all the fighting.

Jolt wasn't about to let that happen. "Where do you think you're going?"

Two quick steps and he closed the distance between them, electric whip lancing from his palm in a flash of blue. The 'Con was quick to dodge, true to his chosen alt as a sport bike, but a flick of Jolt's wrist sent the whip veering back towards its intended target.

There was a sizzle of electricity, not unlike a bug zapper, and the Decepticon screeched. Jolt merely grinned. This was more like it.

Trusting that Jolt would be just fine on his own, Naomi turned her attention to the Decepticon she'd already become acquainted with. Rather than wait for him to reach her, she closed the rest of the distance herself and began with a hurled energy burst that knocked him backwards.

Previously infuriated, this did nothing to assuage his mood, and he raised a claw to swat at her, looking for all the world like someone trying to take down a very speedy fly. Naomi evaded, getting in a shot whenever she could, but mostly just upsetting the Decepticon's already-shaky balance.

Jolt was left wondering how he got stuck with the tiny one- especially when the 'Con in question (designation Zigzag, according to the radio chatter Jolt'd picked up between he and his big friend- Breakneck, apparently) was currently scrambling inside of some concrete tubes.

"Hey," Jolt called. "I'm not done with you yet! What, you think your buddy here is gonna save you? In case you haven't noticed, he's getting his aft handed to him by a human girl! How is all this gonna look on your resume? I mean, Megatron will not be happy."

This elicited some more creative cursing from Zigzag, but he didn't make an appearance. Jolt just rolled his optics. "I hate it when they don't rise to the bait," he quipped, and kicked the platform out from under the tubes, sending them rolling. "Incoming, Naomi!"

Thanks to the warning, Naomi moved just in time. The tubes collided with Breakneck's treads, they loosened further with a high-pitched screech, and the Decepticon went flying in a manner far less graceful than that of his tiny human opponent. That didn't prevent him from launching an entire barrage of missiles at the offending Autobot as he fell, however.

Oh slag.

Jolt dove out of the way with surprising speed for something his size, and wasted no time in rolling back to his feet. Both whips shot out, and Breakneck lifted a servo to protect his face, but that seemed to be just fine with Jolt. The whips caught the larger Decepticon by the arm (his little buddy had yet to make a reappearance from the rubble), and Jolt pulled them tight.

The Autobot merely shot the Decepticon a surprisingly vehement glare before electricity shot down the whips, flaring around Breakneck with a shower of sparks and a roar of pain.

Naomi paused, originally terrified that she wouldn't be able to reach Jolt in time, but her friend was proving that he could fend for himself quite well. Not that she hadn't known that, but she tended to worry more during battles. Who knew what could--

She'd missed the movement until Zigzag slammed into her with such force that the esper went crashing not only into the wall, but through it. Stars exploded in her vision just as pain exploded in her ribs, but the motorcycle had made a mistake in showing himself and then gloating about his apparent victory over the human that had caused Breakneck so much trouble.

The next instant, every single concrete tube plowed into him.

From the sounds of things, Naomi was giving just as good as she got- probably better, which meant that little Decepticon was in for a world of hurt.

But he had his own things to be focusing on. Breakneck was back on his (admittedly unsteady) feet, and the one arm moved in painful, short, lurching motions, when it moved at all. Jolt fully indented to use all of that to his advantage.

The blue mech moved in quickly, closing the gap before Breakneck could do so himself. One hand caught the Decepticon by the injured arm, and forced it behind his back with a violent motion that caused wiring to snap and charred metal to groan. Jolt shoved, bringing the Decepticon tumbling forward, barely catching himself on his knees and good hand.

Breakneck howled his indignation - cursing the Autobots, the humans, the planet earth - in every language known to man, and possibly a few not known to man. It degraded quickly into a choked gasp when an electric whip was wound tight around his throat. Jolt braced himself with a foot in the middle of Breakneck's back and pulled as blue light exploded around the Decepticon's head. Cries of pain morphed into static and then into nothing as his vocals were destroyed, and his optics flickered wildly before finally going dark.

Jolt backed away, retracting his whip, and with a groan of metal, Breakneck's body collapsed into the dirt.

She could hear it, faintly, the screaming and shrieking of a voice that decidedly wasn't Jolt's. Unfortunately, given that she was currently buried under a layer of broken boards and rubble, Naomi couldn't see exactly what was going on.

Zigzag had been knocked a good distance away, but had stubbornly persisted in lurching back towards her to crush her for good. In relation, the girl had sent the tubes after him again, this time not only flinging out a wave of energy to slam him down, but twisting the tubes into more confining bands to keep him pinned there. And there he stayed, screeching and cursing and squirming, but ultimately stuck.

It wasn't killing him, but he had been taken care of, Naomi told herself, still flat on her back and struggling to take shallow breaths without her ribs twinging in protest.

"Hey," Jolt barked, landing the confined Decepticon as sharp rap on the head. "Zip it, or I'll fry your vocalizer." He punctuated the threat with a pointed look at Breakneck's unmoving form, and that seemed to be enough to turn Zigzag's screeching into angry muttering.

That done, he moved quickly to where Naomi was buried and picked the rubble off of his friend. She better be okay. She had to be okay- His features softened into relief when he saw her, and quickly into concern. "You okay? Is anything broken?"

Naomi opted to remain silent and catch her breath while she tested out her limbs. Arms... almost okay. Something felt a little... off, but nothing broken. Her legs were fine. It was only when she tried to sit up that she encountered problems.

It wasn't quite a whimper that escaped her, but it was close enough, and she collapsed onto her back again.

"Few ribs," she finally managed, going for a slower attempt at raising herself up a little. "Fractured... maybe... and shoulder's dislocated... I'll need to pop that in." That was bound to be fun.

The esper blinked up at the robot leaning over her, giving him a faint smile. "Good work out there."

Jolt hesitated a moment- should he move her? Probably not but he had to get her out of here before-

No. The sounds of commotion that should be present after all that- not to mention at the giant robot kneeling in the street- are conspicuously absent.

A sigh escaped the Autobot in a whir of fans, and he visibly relaxed. NEST must have come up with some kind of cover and had the area evacuated while Jolt and Naomi had been playing cage match with a pair of 'Cons.

That meant no sirens, no curious organics, and no need to hurry.

Still. "Anything I can do? I don't- um. I've kinda been working with Ratchet, but I know exactly nothing about being a human medic."

It was sweet, she thought, caught halfway between a grin and a grimace, that he was so concerned and hovering over her like a worried mother.

The mental image that presented made her realize that the pain was starting to make her just a little odd. She couldn't do much about her ribs, not here, but she could at least correct the shoulder problem. It would have been easier with someone else to do it for her, but Jolt, as gentle as she was sure he'd be, was still much too powerful for work that delicate.

But...

"I'm... going to set my shoulder back in place." Naomi sounded breathless, but she didn't want to risk taking deep breaths when she didn't know how bad of a shape her ribs were in. "It... might help... if I lean against you for it."

It's going to hurt like hell, went unsaid.

"Right. Sure." He was nodding, perhaps a little too much. She was fine. Okay, mostly fine. Considering she'd been tackled through a wall by an alien robot, she was actually in pretty good shape, but he was worried for her regardless. (Besides, her supervisor was gonna throw a fit.)

Jolt offerred her a hand, taking care to keep still so she could do what she needed to do.

Naomi leaned against the proffered hand, bracing herself for what came next. She'd only dislocated her shoulder once before, when she was thirteen, and it had taken three supervisors to keep her still so that they could set it back.

She moved deliberately now, first rotating her arm inward, and then slowly outward. She gradually grew more paler with each movement, and had to repeat the process twice-- the second time actually drawing out a sharp cry of pain until she bit down on her lip-- but there was an audible pop as the shoulder finally slid back into the joint.

With a long exhale, the girl sagged against Jolt's hand, taking a moment to just enjoy the relief.

"I'm okay," she whispered, one hand resting on her shoulder. "It's okay now."

He curled his fingers around her on instinct, clearly concerned despite her reassurance. That whole process looked to be nothing but painful, and while watching it had to be substantially less torturous than actually doing it, he hadn't liked it much.

"Good," he said finally. "Backup will be here soon, and we'll get one of the medics to look at you and-"

And as though right on cue, the sound of helicopters could be heard in the distance.

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