Tori: Okay I got EXTREMLY lazy with this one. Which explains the shortness, spelling and or grammer errors and bad sentence structure. Please forgive me but this was WAY late so I wanted to get it out of the way. So I'm sorry for the major suckage for those who were looking forward to something better. More will be explained at the end of the chapter.

The next day came without any trouble, which was quit odd since it was an unspoken tradition between the three to pull at least one prank on their comrades on the first day of being resigned. It was probably because Mayday’s uncle was the second in command and wouldn’t allow his niece to get into trouble.

Their first choice for a target would have been Scavenger a.k.a. ‘the teacher from the pit’, but after witnessing the punishment dealt to Hotshot and Sideswipe for pulling the ‘shaving cream trick’ on him while he was napping they decided that it was best for their survival that they not do that.

So here they were, in the rec room with the kids playing video games. As it turns out, both Stormpanic and Skyflash loved Final Fantasy while Mayday preferred Metal Gear Solid. The two femmes had managed to get Alexis hooked on the games as will, in fact she could kick Carlos’s ass pretty good now much to the boy’s dismay.

Mayday had just finished off Metal Gear Rex when the mini-con alarm went off, so they all stuck the games on pause and hurried off to the control room for debriefing. This time the mini-con was somewhere in the middle of a small city in Germany. So with that they rushed into the warp room.

It was about sunset there so the tall rolling mountains were tinted in a slightly yellowish orange hue. The place the autobots had warped to was near a highway leading to the general direction of the city the mini-con was located in. Scavenger transformed before loaded himself up in Optimus’s trailer while the kids got into the semi’s cab while the others followed behind in their receptive alt modes.

Mayday had no trouble flying close to the ground because bi-planes were designed for that kind of thing, most propeller powered plane were. However Sky and Storm had more of a problem. For one thing Storm, being a sub can not fly and Sky had trouble flying very close to the ground unlike his wing mate.

So it was decided that the sub should ride on top of the jet while he stayed at a high altitude to avoid detection, while still staying in contact via comm link. And since Jetfire was more then likely to attract attention was well he stayed with the two up in the clouds. And that suited him just fine, being a shuttle and all.

Meanwhile things were not going as good for the decepticons. For one thing they had warped in the middle of the thick forest, therefor getting themselves stuck in between the trees or got themselves tangled in the branches. The only ones who were not struggling with the mess, was of course Thrust, Starscream and Cyclonus because they could fly.

“What do you mean that the mini-con’s over fifty miles away!?” Megatron roared up at the grey green seeker as he came to a hover above the tyrant’s head.

“The warp drive must had malfunctioned, sir” replied Thrust with a hint of nervous giggling.

The answer he got was a near miss from Megatron’s fusion cannon, however it DID succeed In ripping loose the dense canopy of branches and leaves. The debris then proceeded to rain down on Demolishor’s head . Tidal Wave stood like a statue behind Megatron, not be effected by the elements due his massive size.

Cyclonus lowered himself through the hole so he could cackle tel his CPU staled. But he quickly shut up once Megatron aimed the Fusion Cannon of Harsh Punishment at his unprotected (and very fragile) rotors.

“I’ll go look for the mini-con now!” the copter spouted the second he saw a ball of energy forming at the mouth of the barrel. Megatron then smiled to himself, satisfied that he had taken his anger out of something and continued to plod through the underbrush. The monster aircraft carrier following obediently shortly afterwards.

Back at the highway the autobots had reached the city limits.

“Skyflash” Optimus said over the comm link “can you do a scan to pin point the mini-con’s location?”

“yes sir” was the reply.

Soon the area with in a mile radius was scanned and the data beamed down to Laserbeak.

“Seems to be located in an old air field” Alexis said as she read through the data on her pink laptop.

“Roger that” the biplane replied and dived down to the location indicated “let’s just hope the cons don’t interfere”

“don’t worry” the black jet cut in “I hacked the con’s computer before we left. Now every time they warp they’ll be exactly 50 miles off course”

“so that’s what you where doing with my hacking programs” Red Alert huffed.

“That’s okay” their leader reassured the young flyer “at least it will give us time to look for the mini-con without risked damage to the town”

“he’s got a point there Red” Smokescreen said “so give the kid a break would you?”

“Fine” the medic sighed.

Finally Mayday had scanned the air field (without being detected) and relayed the data over to the human girl.

“Well” she began “looks like you’ll have to drop us off here so we can get it”

the semi pulled up to the front entrance and let the kids out.

Once there they came up to a small building with a sign that read ‘WWII Arir Museum’. Stepping inside the man at the desk motioned over to them “what can I do for you kids?”

“We’re working on a report for school about WWII” Rad lied.

“You’ve come to the right place” the man smiled and led the group into the hanger where the planes were on display.

“If you need me I’ll be at the front desk” the man waved and left. They took a minute to take in the pure history that the relics held with in their metal structures. After passing five biplane (not unlike Mayday) and several tanks they came up to the WWII display. Laserbeak’s tracker beeping meant that the mini-con was close.

On the far left of the room, a 1945 Spitfire waited out it’s final years resting on a pedestal, the years of rust and wear showed it’s age. Laserbeak pointed to the plane.

“Oh, man it had to be in that old rust bucket?!” Billy complained loudly.

“I think it’s kinda cool” Fred inquired “but I’m still hungry” Billy smacked him on the head.

The girl rolled her eyes and climbed over the ropes and onto the pedestal. The others watched on nervously. She clambered up onto the folded up wing and reached into the cockpit. A plum of dust flew up as Alexis straightened up with the green disk in hand.

“I’ve got it!” she announced proudly as she whipped the grime. At that point the panel began to glow it’s signature green color then burst into a rainbow on the ground as Alexis set it down to activate. There standing in place of the metal plate was a well built army green robot about two feet taller the Rad. The mini-con’s alt mode matched the plane it had been sitting in tel it’s activation to the letter, it even had the small black and white crosses that denoted the former piolet’s victories way back when.

Saluting, the plane gave his name in an odd German accent despite all it was a string of beeps. Being a little stupid Billy saluted back, but then the kids heard the desk clerk’s voice from the entrance “what are you kids doing?”

Quickly Rad shoved Spitfire behind the plane display and had Alexis pull out some paper pencils. The man looked at them as they pretended to write things down then decided he was hearing things and left.

Sighing Rad noted “that’s a relief. But how are we getting SF out of here?”

“Good question” Carlos rubbed his chin, then snapped “hey! What if we dressed him up like when we took the Street Action Team to the movies?”

“No” the female dead panned. For once she was stumped. Looking around the chubby one found a small door with an exit sign above it then pointed to it.

“For once that’s a good idea” Billy interjected. Fred sighed.

After forcefully having to push the mini-con out the door without he’s beeping attracting attention. Finally they got the stubborn German into Optimus’ cab and off they went.

As it turned out, Spitfire became quit fond of Mayday fi only because she resembled an old German plane like himself. In the end they became partners but Spitfire had demanded at he be in charge of the other mini-con’s battle training. Can you say, Mini-con Dictator?

Tori: Continuing from the begining, I've been kinda... Off lattly. The reason? School sucks and I had my laptop taken away for almost three weeks. All of this combined has put my head out of whack and school keeps getting harder by the day and I might have it taken away AGAIN. In other words, I'm very sorry for the poor quality of this chapter but I do hope you'll still review. No flames please, I'm feeling bad enough as it is. Thank you.

Megatron: Boy I haven't been on in a while...

Tori: Nope, you haven't.

Megatron: I need to blow something up (pulls out fusion cannon)

Tori: (ducks behind tree until Mehatron blows up the whole chapter) ... Will I guess it deserved that.

Megatron: Yes, yes it did now shut up and write better human!

Tori: 0.o er, yes sir! (runs off)

Megatron: (smirks while blowing smoke out of gun then walks off) I'll be back.