The Three Autobots Smokescreen, Sliverstreak, and Sunstreaker skidded to a hault at the main gate check point.
They sat behind a line of other cars in line to enter into the rally race.
"Holo-Drivers in place?" Smokescreen questioned.
"Check!" Sliverstreak replied
There was a momentary pause before Smokescreen spoke again.
"Slag...Do I have to?".
"Slag not here, Or did you forget?" Sliverstreak mocked".
"Yes you have to!" Smokescreen ordered, "Or you'll blo our cover!".
"Frag it!" Sunstreaker cursed as he activated his Holo-driver program, "But once we get back to base Im having Wheeljack change it".
"Ut oh we got a Problem" Sliverstreak commented.
"What?" Smokescreen asked.
"I've downloaded some satalite data, And from the looks of it Sunstreaker is going to have to sit this one out"
"Oh?" Smokescreen remarked.
"Yup the course that is shown here is to much for Sunstreaker's low profile body".
"Right" Smokescreen replied, "Streaker your gonna have to sit this one out".
"Im not complaining" Sunstreaker replied.
"But you will have to contact base and inform them of the change in plans" Smokescreen replied.
"So Streaker's going to be our race bunny" Sliverstreak laughed.
"You are so not funny" Sunstreaker growled.
"Ok" Smokescreen stated, "Sliverstreak lets go".
Sliverstreak rev'ed his engine as he followed Smokescreen into the entrance gate.
If the decepticons are here, they are masking their presence well Smokescreen pondered as he and Sliverstreak drove past some of the other cars in the line up.
"Import Tuners" as Spike refered to them.
Most of them foriegn cars modified for various degrees all to gain increased speed.
Never the less both he and Sliverstreak would do well on this course.
The two Autobots pulled into two near by spots, Their Holo-drivers exiting the vehicles and waited along side.
Three members of the event walked up to the two vehicles one with a clipboard, Who starrted writing.
The other two slapped magnetic number decals to the sides of the Driver and passenger doors and walked off to the next set of cars.
The one with the clipboard approached Smokescreens driver and spoke aloud, "It would have been nice if you was number 1. But for today your number 8".
After the Clipboard guy left Smokescreen spoke, What number did you get?".
Sliverstreak laughed, "Thirty eight!, Talk about a twist of fate".
Shawn Berger sunk lower in his chair, His cigar droped into the ashtray as Megatron's image loomed over him in the monitor.
"I haven't seen Swindle since I was last at your base" Berger studdered to find words, "All I can do is keep an eye out for you Megatron".
"You better not cross me Berger!" Megatron growled, "I will need six of your current fighter jets like the one you recently supplied to me, As well as a heavily armored Tank".
"I think I may have the type of Tank you seek, but the Fighters will take time!" Berger replied.
"Get it done!" Megatron snired as his image dissapeared from the monitor.
Berger recovered him self and pull himself upwards in his chair taking a long pull from his cigar to relax.
"This deal with Megatron is becoming more costly then I can pay for" Berger mumbled as he pulled out order forms looking for the items on the list he would need to request and transfer over to his Private forces.
At least I wont have to finish the deal with Starscream, The rebuilt Combaticons soley belong to me, eventually I'll have to deal with Megatron but I intend to have the combaticons be more powerful then any of the Decepticons. Swindle my have to play double agent a little longer...
Berger assembled his paperwork and stoed them in his carrying case, he snatched up his cigar and cain and left his office.
As berger passed his secertary he spat out an order for his limo to be ready as he headed towards the elevator that would take him to the parking garage below his building.
Once on the ground floor his limo awaited him engine running as the driver opened the door to let Berger climb in to the back, "Take me to the base!" Berger ordered as the driver nodded and closed the door.
Shortly thereafter the limo pulled up to the gate and were waved through as the limo drove forward towards a seires of hangers that hid the Combaticons.
Berger ordered the Driver to stop as he jumped out and walked at a huried pace to the repair bay Swindle rested appon.
A large barrel swung into Berger's path sending him back peddling.
"Oh..." Brawl grumbled as he droped the weapon down, "It's just you".
"Brawl!" Onslaught laughed as he stomped forward looking down at the Human infront of them, "Berger!".
"How long till Swindle is repaired?" Berger asked as he stoped glaring at Brawl.
"He sustained a lot of damage during his escape" Onslaught spoke.
"He needs to be repaired, Soon!" Berger growled as he pounded his cain's tip to the ground, He stormed out fustrated, "This little Shindig is arousing suspision from Megatron!".
Berger walked into the near by research building and grabed the nearest Tech by his coat swinging him forward.
"Get that stinking Decepticon repaired, all of our lives depends on it!".
Smokescreen and Sliverstreak sat in line as some of the cars began to move into place for the start of the race, There was still more car's being registered before the start.
Sliverstreak noticed three Cars rolling past him each one he identiflied as Dragstrip, Wildrider, and Breakdown the Later two sharing the same car body as Windcharger, The Honda S-2000.
Each one had magnetic numbers on their doors, 52, 53, and 55.
"Smokescreen" Sliverstreak spoke.
"Yeah I see them" Smokescreen replied.
"ATTENTION ALL PARTICIPANTS, WE'RE ASIGNING FINAL SPOTS TO THE NEWCOMERS AND WILL BEGIN THE RACE SHORTLY!".
"I don't know what to tell you!" Melissa Fareborne replied to Spike, "There is no standing order to watch your labs!".
Melissa turned to her computer pulling up an E.D.C. Itinerary of mission logs, She scrolled down a list finding one concerning the Binal tech labs marked as unlisted.
She tried her own security level passwords untill one unlocked the listing as "Active Obsevation".
"Son of a-" she cursed aloud trailing off as she read further, "Your activities have been found out they have image profiles of the current Autobot's in vehicle mode".
"Slag!" Spike growled slaming his fist to the table.
"I don't know how this slipped past me!" Melissa growled.
"Someone wanted you out of the loop, How long do we have before you guys come knocking again?" Spike asked.
"I don't know. But be prepaird for a raid at any time, Destroy any evidence related to the Autobots, and Alternator process while you can!".
Spike nodded and shut down the link rushing out of the office Of the E.D.C.
Spike ran towards Ironhide who sat in vehicle mode outside.
"Wha's going on Spike?" Ironhide asked.
Spike jumped in and started the engine, "Weve been discovered and our time is running out. We need to get back to base!".
"Slag. Tha's not good" Ironhide spit as he drove off.
Spike looked back at the supply filled bed behind him, "Wheeljack's supply's is nothing compared to what were going to be dealing with soon enough".
"Ah Spike my boi don't worry, We can handle whateva is tossed at us!"
"I hope so Ironhide...I hope so".
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