Wheeljack hummed to himself, busy with observing a yellow hive of bees on a nearby tree, watching the smell insects buzzing around and doing their various jobs. Too be honest, he wasn't needed out here, but when he had heard that Optimus Prime and some others were going out to meet a new leader for the task force that worked with the Autobots, he asked to join them. One would think a man of science like him would prefer being inside, working in peace in his lab, but if Wheeljack was being honest, he quite enjoyed the seeing the nature on earth. It was filled with so many interesting things he could learn from! For example, the bees he was investigating at the moment, small yellow and black things. Why, if what he knew of aviation was true, they shouldn't have been able to fly, but they were! And they made sticky, golden color liquid, which apparently tasted good to humans. "I could probably make something using that." Wheeljack noted, mentally storing away the idea of using something sticky to disable enemy combatants. Having examined the bees enough for one day, Wheeljack turned to his leader and fellow Autobots.<br/><br/>"You know, I have to wonder. Why meet us out here?" He asked, walking over to the rest, his blue optics blinking in unison with the lights on the side of his head with each word. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I like it out here. But out in the open like this, something about that seems off to me." He would have figured something like an air base, or a video conference would be prefer choice of action. "Eh, probably just being paranoid again." He muttered to himself, nervously tapping his foot. Would the others thing him asking would be odd? Would they think he didn't want the meeting to be here some devious reasons? Hopefully, claiming paranoia would prevent them from thinking that.<br/><br/>When Prowl noted he still didn't see any sign of them, Wheeljack was about to say something in agreement, when he heard the sounds of a vehicle. Looking in the direction, a black GMC drove towards the collection of Autobots, arriving after a few minutes. Wheeljack wondered to himself if the driver was drunk or on meds, because that was<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>the driving of a sober person. Soon enough, though, it parked, and a human woman got out.