Transformers: Resurrection Part 1: Portland, Oregon 18th March 2010 Rain. Even after twenty-six years, Sideswipe was still unaccustomed to the sensation of rainfall on his metallic skin. Tracing wipers back and forth over his windscreen, he waited for the signal to move. How long can this take? He had been sitting atop the multi-storey car park for over two hours, watching night fall over Portland. Not for the first time, he looked up into the sky and watched the stars in between scattered rainclouds. Even if Earth was close enough to Hadeen to spot the yellow dwarf star, Sideswipe doubted he could distinguish it. Ultra Magnus had estimated a wait of little more than quarter of an hour before Tracks gave the signal, but all channels were quiet. Growing more anxious with each passing minute, Sideswipe considered moving down to a lower level, where he could hit the streets faster when the call came. Nonetheless, his orders were to remain in a position close to where Tracks expected to intercept the Safeguard flatbed, uneasy as it left him. Once the lorry had passed, Tracks would call in with the lorry’s position and heading. If it headed east, Sideswipe would be in a position to follow them on Interstate 84. If they headed south, Bluestreak was ready to move on Interstate 5. Spoiling for a fight – irrespective of the opponent - Sideswipe was hoping they would go east. Deciding to break radio silence, Sideswipe spoke out on the channel he expected Tracks was monitoring. “When were they supposed to turn up?” A voice he wasn’t expecting to hear chimed in over the radio. “Pipe down, Lambor.” “Stop calling me that.” Sideswipe was actually more surprised that Bluestreak had managed to stay quiet for so long, given his reputation. On top of the distracting rain, it was an irritation he could do without. “Pipe down, both of you. When I see the truck, that’s when we move.” Sideswipe turned his engine on and idled, ready to move to a lower level to avoid the rain despite instructions to the contrary. “So… how do we know they’ll go for it?” “Bluestreak-“ Tracks sounded somewhere between bored and irritable himself. “I mean, humans aren’t stupid, despite what Sunstreaker would say, and it’s a big jump to assume they’ll take this bait.” With that, Sideswipe knew there was no way Bluestreak was going to shut up anytime soon. Tracks’ response began with a heavy sigh. “Bluestreak-“ The highest-ranking of the three Autobots clearly felt the same way about Bluestreak’s endless banter. “Really Tracks, think about it – you too Sideswipe, if you want to. We just leave a plain old car by the roadside, stick an Autobot insignia on it, then make an ‘anonymous tip-off’ to Safeguard using a telephone number we’re not even sure is theirs, and they’re going to fall for it? Dumb plan, very dumb plan.” “Bluestreak-“ Tracks’ voice took on an edge, but Sideswipe knew from past experience that the ever-talkative Autobot wasn’t known for taking subtle hints. Bluestreak was more than happy to continue sharing his thoughts.“If I was Safeguard, I wouldn’t just come along and drop it on the back of a lorry like we’re all assuming they will, and take it to wherever they take these things. I mean; really, really?” As a particularly large raindrop splashed off Sideswipe’s windscreen, his patience finally ran out. “For the love of Iacon, shut up Bluestreak. Shut up before I remove your vocals.” “I know I shouldn’t lower myself, but you can both shut up. This is important and I won’t let either of you screw it up. Radio silence from here on in, got that?” After a few seconds’ silence, he repeated himself. “I said, got that?” Sideswipe sighed. “You said radio silence.” “Oh, you can follow orders when you want to. I can’t wait to file the report for this one. Okay then, radio silence from here on in, I’ll assume that silence equals compliance.” The radio fell silent, even Bluestreak knew better than to pipe up. Left to his own solitude, Sideswipe decided to get under cover as the rain intensified. In the guise of a red Lamborghini, he turned his headlights on and drove to the exit ramp at the far corner. Revving his engine, letting the sound echo around the enclosed space of the ramp, he was unaware of the dark grey Ferrari pulling out of a row of parked cars, following at a distance as he descended.