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Pan and Jack sat on either side of Raf as they watched him do his amazing work.
The young boy was concentrating as he hacked into the website. He removed the picture of Bumblebee and replaced it with a dancing monkey in a top hat, a waist coat that held a cane in his left hand.
"Removing Bumblebee and replacing him with-"
The three high fived as Bumblebee let out a relieved sigh.
"The tap-dancing monkey strikes again," Jack laughed.
Ratchet sighed at the three, "Bumblebee sightings on the world wide web are no laughing matter," he grumbled.
Pan rolled her eyes at him, "Grumpy-bot," she muttered.
"I heard that!"
Pan poked her tongue out at him.
"Wait," Jack said, furrowing his eyebrows at Raf's computer screen, making Pan look back over at the computer, "What's that?"
Raf's eyes narrowed as he zoomed in on the picture, "A Cybertronian escape pod?" He exclaimed with wide eyes.
"Here in Earth's atmosphere?" Ratchet asked, incredulously.
Raf quickly sent the image to the Cybertronian sized computers for them to see.
"Autobot or Decepticon?" Arcee asked the meddic.
Ratchet paused for a nano-click, "Impossible to tell, given the image resolution."
"In any event, this merits investigation," Optimus spoke up.
"Could be a trap," Arcee pointed out, "And we're down one bot. Should we reach out to Wheeljack?"
"I can hear you!" Bulkhead's annoyed voice cut in.
"I don't care if Bulkhead isn't combat-ready," Ratchet stepped in, a scowl on his faceplates, "After that revenge stunt he pulled with Miko, Wheeljack can stay rogue."
