Greetings fellow transformers fangirls, boys, and other. I present to you my first story (so please go easy!) Please enjoy and review, review, review!

A warning to the people

The good and the evil

This is war

Jynx never cared much for plans, they always took too much time, could go wrong, fail and result in the death of loved ones. She had always been a hit and run warrior, vorns of fighting had taught her that. But the former Wrecker wasn't always blessed with that option. Jynx growled in growing more frustrated as she remained still in the parking lot of a mechanic shop. That was it.

*Prowl, this is going nowhere.* she exploded into her com. The tactician winced slightly as the wrecker's voice collided with his audio receptors.

*Patience Jynx.* he said phlegmatically, *He will show up.*

*I have been patient all day Prowl! We are no closer to finding that con, then we are to reviving Cybertron.*

*Now, thats not the attitude we need, Jynxie.*

*Call me that one more time Jazz, and I swear to Primus, I will rip out your voice box.*

The police car let a sigh go as his partners continued to banter. For the past deca-cycle, the trio had been chasing down rogue Decepticons, hoping to find a vestige of their leader or of other Autobots. Right now, they were hot on the trail of Barricade,

*I don't see why we don't just hunt down the fragger, get the blast the spark out of him, and let him rust.* Jynx grumbled.

*Cause knowin' him, he take off some humans while he's at it.* Jazz replied.

*Which is why it is important to remain under, the radar.* Prowl said, and Jynx knew the comment was meant for her. Of the three, Jynx was the one who ignored the rules/commands and almost revealed them to humans time and time again. Not that she ever really cared.

"See you tomorrow Rob!"

Jynx's attention was drawn from the conversation, towards a petite girl covered in grease and oil waving to an elderly man. This was her charge, Mikaela Banes. The sixteen year old girl sauntered over to her, and plopped herself on.

"Hey Jynx, hows the recon going?"

"How the frag do you think it's going?" Jynx grumbled.

"Well, that answers it." Mikaela chuckled as Jynx pulled out of the parking lot onto the road. Behind them, parked in an alley, a Saleen S21E police car sat.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" he chuckled softly.

At the next red light, Mikaela dug through her bag and attached a bluetooth to her ear. That way she could talk to Jynx with the trouble of looking like a complete nut.

"How long do you think it'll take for you guys to find him?" she asked, as the light flashed back to green.

*Hard to say. Could be a week, could be a month. All I know is that I want that fragger six meters under.*

"Its six feet under Jynx." Mikaela said.

*That doesn't make any sense. Six feet wouldn't...*

"Wouldn't what?" Mikaela asked, as Jynx trailed off. With warning, the motorcycle went from 45 to 75 in the blink if an eye.

"What the! Jynx what are you doing?" Mikaela yelled, holding onto the handle bar for her life.

*Its him!*

"Him?" Mikaela replied what stupidly.

*Look behind you!*

Peeking over her shoulder, Mikaela just made out the police car and the golden words, 'to punish and enslave' emboldened on its side.

"Ah scrap." she muttered.