Wheeljack knew full well Optimus wouldn't buy what he said for a moment, but he figured it might as well put for the effort. Afterwards, though, he became quiet, thinking to himself. Something was wrong here. Everybody knew that, so Wheeljack wasn't going to waste processing power on that. No, he was trying to figure out what was going on. He run down what he knew. They were given an open, undefended area for a meeting which a new leader for the task force, a position of a decent amount of importance. Said person was late, appeared to not be entirely there mentally, possible on medication, with absolutely nothing in the way for defense. No defense. That kept on popping up. Why would there be no defenses for this? Incompetence didn't seem to be the answer, as the US government, while lacking in some areas, hadn't been this foolish before. He didn't rule that out, though, but his mind turned to thinking of other reason. Less favorable reasons. He didn't want his theory for the reasons to be true, but as soon as Prowl pointed out a non organic bird, he knew his theory was true.<br/><br/>"Hey, guys. We've been set up."<br/><br/>And then the barrage begun. Missiles and blasts of plasma slammed into the ground around then, causing Wheeljack to jump back and turned to the source, seeing three differently colored jets. "CALLED IT." He yelled, firing off two missiles, knowing full well who the jets were. The Seekers, a group of Decepticon Warrior Jets. This was way above Wheeljack's pay grade, the scientist thought, clumsily dodging out of the way of a single blast the red jet directed at him. Knowing full well he wouldn't be any use in a straight up fight, Wheeljack tried to think up a plan. Three against who knows how many, since it was a fair guess there were more seekers waiting in the wings. With their air superiority, and unknown numbers, Wheeljack only had a single idea. "Hey, guys, maybe we should retreat?"<br/>----<br/><br/>Suddenly, the doors to the Decepticon Command Center opened, and a figure strolled in, covered in orange and green metal, with a bone white face. A number of Decepticon workers turned towards the new comer, quickly looking away once they saw him, each hoping to not catch his attention. He paid them no mind, however, and walked up to the throne upon which sat Megatron. The figure didn't even give the Decepticon leader a look of acknowledgement, simply walking up to the side of the throne and crossing his arms, leaning against it, watching the display scene with interest. He was quiet for a number of minutes, but Bludgeon soon had to make something be known.<br/><br/>"I'm surprised you left such an important mission to the<span style="font-style: italic">Seekers</span>, of all things." He said, his voice low and raspy, incredibly unpleasant to hear. Not due to being monotone like Soundwave's...no, this voice could make people feel fear, even without the face attached to it.<br/><br/>Bludgeon didn't have a high opinion of the seekers. Starscream himself was a fine, if somewhat odd, warrior. But the rest of them were only around due to pure luck and never being in the same battle as Bludgeon. Complete fools only good for distractions. "The second it starts to go bad for them, I'm heading in. This is too good a chance to waste." Despite being out numbered and undefended, Bludgeon knew quite well this wasn't a guaranteed lost for the Autobots, not with Prime there. The war ended with Prime, without doubt. The second he fell was the second the Autobots lost. No, victory wouldn't come to the Decepticons....no, victory wouldn't come to<span style="font-style: italic">Megatron</span>that easily. Not with a sneak attack on a small group that was heavily outgunned. Fate had taken the Autobots this far, it wouldn't taken them out with such a whimper.<br/><br/>Bludgeon raised a hand to his chin, rubbing it as he shot a look at Megatron. He had a feeling that the Decepticon Ruler wouldn't even want it to end like that.