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New Tactics

Sideswipe, recently been seen by Prowl taking supplies for the latest prank, ran through the halls, hoping to outrun the Praxian. A knowing grin appeared on his faceplates, weapons had been banned on the Ark.

The humans hadn't liked the idea of 'invaders from outer-space' fully equipped with harmful, destructive and overall, potentially deadly weaponry in the country without passing customs first.

So until the president signed the necessary top-secret laws governing Cybertronians, Optimus wasn't about to let any of his crew have their weapons. A month had gone by and the paperwork wasn't yet done.

If Prowl had been in charge of it, it would have been done within the first day, but instead, he was too busy trying to keep the peace on the Ark.

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were simply giving the enforcer some exercise, just like a good portion of the crew.

"Stop!" Prowl yelled from a distance behind the red frontliner.

Sideswipe looked over his shoulder, making a face at him before continuing on his mad dash for cover.

An idea flashed in Prowl's processor, "Stop, or I'll get Jazz!"

Sideswipe froze in his tracks, not even daring to look back. If anyone would do Prowl's dirty work, it would be Jazz. Sideswipe suddenly knew he didn't want to be the Chief of Special Operation's next target.

Jazz was the top of his division, not because he was an easygoing mech, but because he was good, really good, at what he did in the field.

A cold chill ran down Sideswipe's spinal strut. He didn't want to know what Jazz was capable of. In fact, he was glad that the third in command's missions were often labeled top secret.

A swell of relief ran through Sideswipe as soon as he was locked away in the brig.

Jazz was too good to be caught. He knew he didn't leave even a single hint of a clue pointing to him. Just because he was the third in command didn't mean he didn't participate in pranks.

Jazz knew where all the cameras were.

And more importantly, were they weren't.

He knew what Red Alert would be able to see.

He also knew where the blind spots were.

Even Prowl couldn't link him to his pranks. The mech may know he had been involved, but without proof of any kind, it wasn't as if Jazz was going to be caught.

But that wasn't why he was running. If anything, Jazz was simply stretching his legs and practicing his avoidance maneuvers. He had been stuck on the Ark for way too long, no missions at all since the whole mess began. Jazz already knew his next mission wouldn't be until all the weapons were restored to their proper owners.

Prowl said it would be a tactically sound plan to keep Jazz on base for his hand to hand combat abilities, in case of Decepticon attack.

Of course there had been more reasons backing that plan, many of which had been for personal reasons, which was very unlike Prowl.

Either way, Jazz wasn't complaining.

"Jazz! Stop!"

Jazz ignored the order.

"Jazz! Prowl's coming!"

"Huh?" Jazz stopped in his tracks, quickly spinning around. "Prowler's out of his office?"

"Yeah."

Retracing his steps, Jazz went looking for Prowl, slipping past his pursuer yet again. The opening of the medbay doors caught the Saboteur's attention.

Sunstreaker was trying to slip out of the medbay without alerting Ratchet. Without a side thought on Ratchet's behalf, a wrench collided with the yellow mech's helm.

Ratchet smirked, going back to work on his patient. The humans didn't see wrenches as a type of weapon.