At Banter Lane and Chaos Avenue

[Wheelie (ROTF)]

Unfortunately, Wheelie does not copy. But he doesn't like the sudden silence, judging from the way his optics dart between them. "Hey, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Oh hello, spider hand coming right for him.

Wheelie screeches in fear and dodges the purple hand by jumping off the fountain and as soon as he lands he pulls off a rolling transformation. As fast as he can he zooms towards the nearby crowd, hoping to lose the two Decepticons that way.

Unfortunately, "as fast as he can" still isn't enough to stay ahead of a running human, let alone a Transformer.

//Oh frag oh frag oh frag, I have two Decepticons after me! Is that enough to get your attentions!? COME AND HELP ME ALREADY!//

[Tarantulas]

Tarantulas cackles. It's so much more fun when they struggle. He calls after the retreating blue truck, "Come back, Defragger! Your radio needs repairs! We have to take you back to the ship or you won't be able to complete your mission!" The spider starts after him, walking slowly and turning to speak to Mistwind. "Our friend Defragger isn't operating on Decepticon frequencies. The tables have turned. In this fight, we have the advantage."

[Mistwind]

"........"

Mistwind doesn't feel at all like capturing the not-Decepticon for various reasons. One: it's his free day... two: Tarantulas is not a Decepticon, and three: Wheelie isn't attacking. He doesn't seem armed.

Also, if he gets into that fight, there's bound to be some glitched Autobots to appear who are armed.

[Wheelie (ROTF)]

Someone actually replied to him on the radio? What's that human saying again? Oh yeah. //Halleluja! Oh thank you thank you!// Now he just has to get away from the crazy spider dude.

Wheelie zig-zags around legs, lights blinking and claxon honking, moving quickly as he heads for the coördinates that Rattrap relayed. He has no idea of how far back Tarantulas though; he just hopes that he can get to the rat before the spider catches up.

[Tarantulas]

Mistwind doesn't want to help? Fine. More Autobot for Tarantulas to dissect, then. He picks up the pace, walking quickly now. As the spider weaves his way through the much-larger locals he pulls his web launcher from subspace and conceals it within his trenchcoat.

[Rattrap]

The coordinates Rattrap sent to Wheelie match a little nook – a path between buildings, the dressed-up cousin of an alleyway – not too much further away if the pipsqueak can keep running. In that narrow corridor, perched rather casually on the edge of the bottom step of a tidy and well-kept back stoop, is the spy himself.

He shouldn't be here. This isn't remotely his part of town; he was just on his way through – a necessary evil at this particular spaceport – to have some more fun. Which put him inconveniently in the right place at the right time for somebody to need rescuing. He makes a rude noise and shakes his head.

"This keeps up," he mutters with a disgusted sneer, "and I'm gonna start askin' fer some actual damsels once in a while." Wheelie only screams like a girl, after all.

For now, Rattrap waits, one elbow propped on his bent knee, the other leg dangling off the side of the stoop. He has his blaster in one hand, pointed roughly toward the ground. He figures he's tiny enough to get a pass on it if any large citizens happen by and don't first flip out over a rat hanging around their nice, shiny plaza with all the quaint, kitschy businesses and the pretty coloured brick walkways. Tucked in his other hand is a small smoke bomb. He hasn't triggered it just yet.

[Mistwind]

Sighing, Mistwind has to admit that wandering off into the unknown is competing with watching Tarantulas and Wheelie.

Still, the day has only just begun!
So he turns and follows at a distance, hands propped behind his head.

[Wheelie (ROTF)]

One of Wheelie's optics pop out of his trunk and looks behind him, trying to get an idea of just how far ahead he is of Tarantulas.

He does not like what he sees.

"OH COME ON! LEAVE ME ALONE WILL YA!?" Frag, this is no good, Tarantulas is right behind him! Quickly, he turns around the corner and into the alley, and as soon as he spots some garbage cans he transforms and runs in between them, hoping to lose the spider in the shadows.

[Tarantulas]

Tarantulas waves and 'smiles' as Wheelie looks behind him. He stops short as Wheelie ducks into the alley, pausing to take off and subspace his hat and coat before following the little truck into the alley. "Come out, come out wherever you are. . ."

[Rattrap]

And here's the guest of honour! Rattrap points his blaster only after the little blue truck goes whizzing past, which puts Tarantulas squarely in his sights.

"We gotta stop meetin' like this, Eight-eyes," he says with a smirk. "People are gonna start talkin'."

[Mistwind]

Mistwind lazily follows. He watches the two turn into the alley.

[Wheelie (ROTF)]

This turned out even better than Wheelie could have hoped! He peeks out from inbetween two barrels before rolling up to Rattrap, an all too smug smirk on his face. But he still stands just a little behind the Maximal's leg, just to be on the safe side. "Yea, what my pal here said! Ya ain't so tough now, are ya?"

//Man, when this is over, I'm gonna by ya some premium grade oil!//

[Tarantulas]

The rat's here. Of course.

"Shut your snaggle-toothed mouth, you ugly wall-eyed piece of garbage!," Tarantulas snaps at Wheelie. "Just hand it over, rat. It has a worse mouth on it than you do. You'd be well rid of it." He doesn't actually expect this ploy to work. But if anyone asks he can honestly say he tried to negotiate before the shooting started.

[Rattrap]

Of course Rattrap's here! He interferes in the freaky arachnid's antics only out of love. He doesn't even look at Wheelie; he keeps his optics firmly on Tarantulas and the mouth of the alleyway. There should be another coming along… unless the little cuss trying to use Rattrap as a meat shield was lying, which is a possibility. He looks pathetic enough to play up the threat just so someone comes to haul his scrawny skidplate out of the frying pan.

"Ehh… I appreciate the offer," says Rattrap, "what wit' Bug-eyes here screamin' fer help when all he's got is you on his tail." If Wheelie opens that big mouth of his and blows this little lie out of the water, the spider won't be his only problem. "But I'm gonna hafta say no." Rattrap eases his finger into the trigger guard, resting over the trigger without pulling it. "I ain't in the habit of lettin' crazy, eight-legged freaks have their cake."

[Mistwind]

At the start of the alley, azure blue and curious optics peer around the corner.
Mistwind's air intakes pick up a notch and teeth grind when he spots another fur-ball. Oh, the disgrace.....

He makes no attempt at getting out in the open, observing instead.