Wheeler Air Field>>”That meatbag looks suspicious boss, I can turn it into paste faster than… uh, well you know. Just say the word.”<<
>>"I'd rather not have to explain to Razorclaw how we broke infiltration protocols so early, but I'll keep that in mind."<< Onslaught responded to the tank-former parked on his trailer. >>"Just a few more astroseconds of keeping barrels forward and trigger fingers at bay, then we'll have our tech back in hand."<<
The facsimiles and Swindle then began to drive forward once the primitive Earth gate had shifted. Onslaught eased forward to match the pace of the convoy they had formed and followed Swindle's tail lights towards their designated checkpoint.
>>"Alright boys, the next stage of the plan is in motion."<< Onslaught began to address to the entirety of his team. >>"The facsimiles will be the face for our infiltration from here until we get the missiles back in our hands."<<
Onslaught's truck mode came to a full stop once the convoy entered the complex. His driver-side door swung open and out stepped Lt. John Smith, a middle-aged retired Green Beret adorned in his formal wear. The humanoid took a couple steps moving towards Swindle's bumper until he met up with the Decepticon facsimiles exiting the weapons dealer's humvee mode.
"Looking good boss man!" Swindle stated behind the visage of his holomatter avatar, a rather suave looking humanoid, designated "Sgt. Peck." and dressed in a similar Green Beret uniform as John Smith.
"Settle down, Swindle." Onslaught commanded behind the holomatter visage of Lt. Smith, "We have to adhere to these new monikers from here on out." The Combaticon commander's holomatter form shook out his leg for a moment before planting his foot firm and facing off towards where Vortex landed. "And getting used to these smaller forms..."
>>"Onslaught to Vortex; we got feet on the ground and Holomatters up, heading in now. Be ready to acquire the cargo."<<
Outrigger Waikiki Beach ResortTires came to a screeching halt outside the resort this "Mai" operative was stationed to, the faint dust trail settling back towards the grounds as the audible clock of a parking brake was heard. The driver exited his black sedan and came around to the rear of the vehicle before circling around to grab the handle of the rear passenger side door. Leather soon met concrete as the man inside the rear of the sedan slowly lurched out of the sedan, placing his tan fedora upon the top of his head to block out the harsh sun. A low moan of discomfort escaped the VIP's vocal cords as he pulled the sleeve of his trench coat away from his watch to check the time. The driver quickly closed the door behind the trench-coat wearing man before quickly shooting back up to a full attention and folding his arms behind his back.
After a moment and looking up from his watch, the man in the fedora quickly brushed away some dirt that flickered towards his beak-like nose and licked away the dryness at his lips this heat was making. His eyes were then drawn towards the door as he noticed it cracked open and the woman they were sent to pick up emerged from within.
"Well," the man in the fedora, his voice slightly groaning from the ages having passed by, "look who's finally up and awake." The man signaled to his driver with a spinning of his index finger, the driver quickly noticing and reaching to open the car door. The man in the trench coat walked around the black sedan and entered in from behind the driver seat, quickly settling himself into his seat and pulling up HIS briefcase while Mai entered the vehicle.
"I take it you've already been briefed then?" Trench coat inquired popping open the latches of his case, "Because this just became your most important task to date."