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Perceptor was sitting in the Rec room, with a forgotten energon cube near-by. He was worried about Skyfire, as the mech had been so distant lately. Ever since a little after Sunstreaker got attacked by Starscream, Skyfire had vanished three times, and had just gone again! He was jolted out of his thoughts as Wheeljack sat next to him, asking

“What’s up, Perce?”

“It is like this…”

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From Perceptor, to Wheeljack, from Wheeljack, to Ratchet, from Ratchet, to Prowl, from Prowl, to Jazz, and from Jazz, to Mirage, along with a new set of orders, to watch Skyfire, and to follow him the next time he leaves the Ark. Jazz hoped it was nothing more then Skyfire wanting time alone, as Prowl had thought when they discussed it last sleep cycle, but Jazz wasn’t the head of Special Operations for nothing, and among his duties, along with getting information from the Decepticons, was making sure the Decepticons weren’t getting information from them.

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Mirage was close to screaming from boredom. There was only so long one could stare at a scientist doing experiments on a piece of algae. Mirage had hit that point one day into this assignment, and he had been here for over one human week. If he had been told to do this by any other mech then Jazz, he would have the requester, in the nicest and most polite terms of course, just where he could stick it. After all, this was one of the worst assignments a mech could get. Infiltration into enemy territory? Easy. A slash and hack into the Decepticon computers? No problem. Stalk Starscream for a month? Did it and got the information needed. Say that you’re going into enemy territory for a unknown amount of time, put your lover through untold amounts of stress, stay invisible no matter what, and keep and eye on the one scientist whose work is the most boring? No, sir.

Mirage jolted himself out of his thoughts as Skyfire stood from where he had been sitting in front of a table covered in unrecognizable objects and walked to the door. Mirage followed, hoping they were headed to the Rec room, he could use a cube.

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Well, this defiantly wasn’t the Rec room. Mirage thought wryly as he closed the distance between himself and Skyfire’s tracking chip. All Autobots had one, it was implanted in their first check-up, but only those who needed to know even knew about the chips, and only a few knew any of the codes. Mirage knew one. Skyfire’s. He knew that in the past he had to have known more, but it was standard procedure to have the code manually deleted from his memory core once he returned form the mission using it.

He was only one hundred meters from the tracking chip and he saw the shaft that he had gone into. Checking his radar he froze, there were two pings. One was Skyfire, but the other was unknown. Reaching into his sub-space, he pulled out some metal cable, so that he could rappel down the shaft so he could see the source of this other ping. Landing on the ground, Mirage crept forward, he could hear voices, one ways Skyfire’s, and the other seemed, familiar somehow… Turning the last corner, it was only his many vorns of experience that kept him from making any noise. Jazz was right!

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High on the wall of the chamber, un-noticed by anyone inside, Laserbeak perched, recording everything.