Optimus Prime stood at the scans in front of him, frowning as he read whatever it was on the screen. It had been only 4 months since he and the rest of the Autobots crash landed to Earth, hiding from its inhabitants in order to find something that belonged to them. But they hadn't been able to find it. Pinching the bridge of his nose in a human-like gesture, he vented a sigh. "Everything alright, Optimus?" Ratchet asked him from his spot beside him. Optimus stepped back from the monitor and nodded, looking over at the medic. "I am fine. I am just….reminiscing about our current situation." he answered. Ratchet looked down for a moment, his optics dimming slightly in understanding.

"As am I." he said, resting a servo on Optimus's shoulder plate. "We will find it." Ratchet assured him. "I hope so, old friend…." Optimus said gravely. It seemed like their search for the Allspark, something that could possibly save their planet was beginning to turn grim. They might never find it….Suddenly, they both heard a vehicle approaching the entrance to their meeting spot, which was currently an abandoned airfield. Ratchet's blue optics scanned it briefly and relaxed when he saw it was Jazz. The silver Solstice came to a stop in front of the older mechs and then transformed. "Jazz, welcome back." Optimus said with a nod. The saboteur nodded back in greeting. "'Ey boss bot. Ratch'." he said with a grin. "How was your patrol?" Optimus asked, making Jazz cross his arms over his chassis. "Worth learning from to say the least." he answered.

The semi chuckled, his voice rumbling in amusement. "Did you find anything, besides your holoform's wallet?" Ratchet asked raising an optic ridge. "Nah. No energy signatures, nothing. Just the kid-" Jazz answered when his faceplates contorted into discomfort for a moment before reaching into a subspace in his chassis and taking out a small piece of clothing. His optics shuddered as if he were blinking. Ratchet and Optimus peered down at it. "What is that?" Ratchet asked Jazz, whose memory banks whirred back to earlier. "Its…the human kid's jacket." he said. The old medic scoffed. "And why was it in your subspace?" he asked, crossing his arms at him.

"Must 'ave gotten caught in meh door frame or somethin'." he said and placed it back in his subspace for the time being. He would return it later….maybe. If he ever ran into her again. "That is the last time we have Jazz go out on patrol. Getting his aft handed to him by a youngling." Ironhide smirked from his spot in the corner, making Jazz shoot a glare his way. The weapon specialist laughed. "What? She did steal your wallet." he said. "Enough." Ratchet cut in to silence him. Ironhide grinned in amusement as Optimus vented another sigh. Another day gone without any hope finding the Allspark. "In the mean time, we keep searching and make pray that the Decepticons haven't found it yet." he instructed the Autobots. Ratchet nodded, using his scanners to find any nearby energy signals. Without the glasses to lead them to the Allspark, they were forced to scan for the Allspark itself. If they don't find either one…they were doomed.

Bumblebee was supposed to be retrieving them from the Witwicky boy but as of yet, they have not heard from him in some time. They were running out of time…

Step click…step click…step click…

The girl slowed to a stop, pausing at the corner of the nearby library and deli. Crap. She thought, realizing she now didn't have any money and her leg was aching because of her collision with the fence. Her eyebrows knitted together in frustration, a huff escaping her lips. This was getting hard. The teen went to pull her jacket around her only for her to freeze, realizing she didn't have it on her. That man had it! "Oh come on!" She exclaimed in anger, kicking a trashcan angrily. No money for food and no warmth. What was she suppose to do? Emily slid to the ground and took her backpack off, opening it. Taking out a small photo, she stared at a memory…

"Tell me what I'm suppose to do. Please…" She said quietly as her thumb traced the photo, her parents smiling back at her. She felt lost…confused. Her chest clenched as sadness filled her body and a tear threatened to escape her eye. No. She wasn't going to cry. She was better than that. Emily quickly wiped her face and went to pocket the photo before something caught her eye. Her parents were wearing lab coats with this strange symbol on the front. She squinted and brought the picture closer to her face to see what it was. It looked like a diamond shape with letters and numbers but she couldn't tell. Emily knew her parents were some sort of scientists but never knew what kind exactly. The emblem never caught her interest up until now. What was the symbol? What did it mean? Curiosity grew within her mind.

The brunette looked up and around for somewhere to go to find out. She needed free access to the internet…Once her eyes landed on the library, she put the picture in her pocket, grabbed her things and stood up. Jogging over to the library doors, she pulled them open and went inside. Like all libraries, the atmosphere was quiet with the sparse amount of people in it reading and looking for books. There were tables with computers along one wall to Emily's left, making her turn and slid into a seat in front of one. She glanced around warily before taking out the photo again and logging onto the internet. Her fingers tapped on the keyboard as she searched for the symbol. Minutes ticked by but with no results. Emily frowned, drumming her fingers against the table. Why wasn't the symbol showing up anywhere? Did the company they worked for not even exist?

She sat up straight, a thought coming to mind as she typed something. If she couldn't find the company directly, she needed to find one who could…

"Sir, we got a search hit pinging from West Avenue Library." A man with a headset said in his mid 30s glancing up from his computer screen and at Thomas Banachek. The older man's moustache wrinkled into a frown as he turned to face him. "What?" he asked, coming over and leaning over to look at the screen. "Someone searched for the emblem of our division. They seem to know what it looks like." the worker said, gesturing to the monitor. Banacheck frowned deeper as he looked it over. "They're looking for our data. They find us, they find our asset." He said. Seymour Simmons stood beside him and nodded in understanding. "I want an extraction team now at that library!" Simmons ordered. "Find out what they're looking for and why." Banachek told Simmons.

The man nodded and hurried out to a large door was, barking orders. A group of men ran over with some handguns before climbing into a tinted black SUV with Simmons and driving towards the door. It opened, allowing the SUV to leave and disappear down the hidden road towards the signal.