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Jazz looked out across the ravine, where the acid-soaked snow of late winter hung like a sheet of rotting plating over the winding road below. Any mech from the region would know better than to venture under it, but most of the mechs from Carcer had joined the Autobots when their energon wells dried up, and so he was counting on the Decepticons and their ignorance to to pull this plan off.
”Decepticon convoy’s about a kilometer out from you, Jazz. You gonna let me tell Prowl the crazy idea you’ve got now?”
Jazz smiled at Blaster’s dig for a moment. Prowl was probably up his exhaust about wanting to know what Jazz was doing out here, but he didn’t dare risk saying anything aloud. At least not until the last of the fireworks had gone off.
”That’s a negative, buddy. Pretty sure I saw Laserbeak earlier.”
”Primus. Be careful Jazz, cause if you saw her, then she probably saw you, too.”
”Yeah.” The Decepticon troops came around the last curve before the ravine and stepped under the snow shelf without even an ounce of hesitation. ”I’m counting on it.”
Before blaster could ask what he meant, Jazz cut their connection and moved closer to the edge of the ravine. The Decepticons were definitely on the lookout for him, because at least three of them raised their rifles as soon as they caught the glint of sunlight off his visor. That movement rippled through the convoy, and all the decepticons stopped to target him.
“Dumbafts,” Jazz murmured to himself. Then he activated his sonics, focused them on the snow ledge, and watched as the shelf started shaking itself apart.
In the ravine, only a handful of troops had the wisdom to try and run. One of them might have even made it out before the first chunks of ice and snow fell on them. In a matter of kilks, the Decepticons were buried and Megatron lost one of his strongest battalions.
”Blaster. Jazz deactivated his sonics and opened his comm line again before he turned away from the ravine, scanning the sky for Laserbeak just in case.
”Jazz. Prowl is fragged off.”
”And that’s why I didn’t tell you what I was doing. That way he’s only fragged off at me, and not both of us. He relaxed a fraction when he didn’t see the recordicon, but Jazz wasn’t foolish enough to think that she wasn’t still in the air nearby. Soundwave would never have let her down in the ravine if they knew he was on the ridge. ”Tell him I’ll give him a full report when I get back, and that I thought it was safest to operate under the Counterpunch protocol. He’ll know what that means.”
There was a pause while Blaster relayed the message. Then he came back on the line and Jazz could hear a laugh in his voice. ”Jazz my mech, he says you are grounded.”
That made Jazz laugh, too. Prowl had already forgiven him, but was pretending to confine him to base after he got back so they might actually have a day or two together. Unless he really was still mad, in which case he’d get yelled at for a bit first.
Either way, he wouldn’t out in the field for a bit and that would keep Megatron’s retribution minimal, until one of his other agents distracted him with another devastating blow.
”I can take a grounding, mech. Cause it means we’re all still here for him to be confining me to base. I’ll see you when I get home.”
”Yeah, yeah. See you when you get home, Jazz.”