Streetwise glances around, "Ok, follow me. Stay low and stay quiet. We get spotted and we're toast.

Arcee walks into the area slowly, glancing about as she does so.

Streetwise slips into the complex and disarms the security system. He scans through the logs to find out which cell 'Buster is in. "Come on... come on..." He glances nervously at the inactive guardian. The terminal beeps. "Yes!" He looks round at Arcee, "This way." He jogs down the line of cells until he arrives at Roadbuster's.
Arcee makes a curt nodding motion, softly jogging as she follows STreetwise.
Roadbuster lies in his cell, collecting dust and looking extremely dark. Much like a piece of scenery you'd find in an above-ground graveyard for Transformers, except his visor emits a dull pulsating glow.

Streetwise rapidly hammers a code into the cell door. Almost before the keypad confirms it is correct, he wrenches it open and steps inside. "Jeez, 'buster, what the hell did Onslaught do to you?" He looks around at Arcee, "Ok, now we need your car mode."

Arcee glances at the inactive guardian further down the row, but Streetwise's voice brings her back to attention. "Right." She replies, easily transforming when asked to, though mentally wishing she could make less noise when she was doing so.

Mustang strides into the area.
Fortress Guard is tinkering with his rifle, grumbling about stuff.

Roadbuster lies KOed in a cell!

Streetwise curses under his breath, "Arcee, back to robot mode, he's too heavy.." he notices Mustang, "Ah, crap!"

Arcee mutters under her breath, reverting to the previous form. "You boys always have to be heavy, don't you?" Even in the serious situation, she tried a small joke. "Come on, we've got to move, quickly."

Streetwise grabs Roadbuster under his arms and starts to head for the door. Perhaps he's hoping that the situation will be too ludicrously unlikely for Mustang to react to.

Mustang strides into the square, heading straight towards the garisson. He flashes a datapad at a few guards, requesting something of them. Most just shrug, and point to the garrison. He continues in that direction.

Streetwise mutters under his breath, "Damned tough guys always have to be so big and heavy...."

Roadbuster gets dragged, leaving a scarping noise as the jagged metal on his left leg scrapes the floor and emits sparks from the metal.

Mustang calmly heads past the brig area of the garrison, not yet noticing the Autobot presence, instead informing the on call officers of his intentions to locate General Onslaught...

Arcee hurries to help Streetwise, grabbing at the legs of their fallen comrade, "Here, this'll be easier," she says, hefting the legs under the crook of her arms.

Streetwise looks to Arcee with relief, "Thanks." he mutters as Mustang strides past. He waits for a few seconds until he thinks Mustang is far enough away, "Ok, move!"

Arcee nods, "I am." However, it's not necessary to speak, as she speeds up her motions to match those of Streetwise.

Mustang shakes his head, frustrated at the inability of the guards to answer a simple question. He turns to leave, glancing towards the brig, to see exactly where Roadbuster had been dumped...

Streetwise says, "Arcee, we've been made." He lets go of Roadbuster, letting his head smack on the ground. "Get him out of here. I'll keep him busy.""
Roadbuster's head bangs against the floor, his visor stops glowing...

Jazz has arrived.
Guard Lackey hears something, turning his head to the cell. "Wh--Hey! Autobots!"
Roadbuster's visor has stopped glowing...damn't Streetwise! :)

Streetwise will apologise later... :)

Mustang takes a few measured steps towards the brig, immediately startled by the guard's cry.

Roadbuster looks like he's dead.

Guard Lackey rushes towards Streetwise and Arcee, pulling an energon baton from his hip. "Freeze!"

Streetwise doesn't freeze at all... in fact, quite the opposite. He dives into his car mode and drives straight for the lackey.

Mustang quickly hurries towards the brig, barking a few orders to secure the exits and stay out of their way. While not posessing any real authority, the fact that he's under orders from Representative Starscream to report to General Onslaught gives him a bit of clout.

Arcee mutters under her breath, dragging Roadbuster as gently as she can, but it doesn't quite help, not being as strong as Streetwise. However, she makes some progress. Deciding, though, that lifting by the arms would be better, she puts the legs down, rushing to where Streetwise was, and begins tugging Road once more.

Guard Lackey drops his baton, then quickly turns around and starts running, his right leg getting clipped by the police-car, sending the lackey flying through a window. "Agh!"

Soldier rushes out of the office, looking down to the lackey, then to Streetwise, pulling his gun from his hip, firing off two shots at Streetwise. "Hold still, Decepticon!"

Streetwise flips back out of car mode in front of Mustang. He calls back to the newly arrived Jazz, "Help her get Roadbuster out of here!"

Guard Lackey groans, face-down on the floor...

Mustang mumbles something about imbeciles, staring at the now-airborne guard. "STAY BACK," he yells, dropping into a martial arts stance. "These criminals aren't the kind you want to deal with."

Soldier lowers his gun. "What are you talking about!? Are you with them, Mustang!?"
Mustang glares at the soldier. "I'm going to end this thing without fuelshed. You got a problem with that, take a number and get in line."

Streetwise leans in towards Mustang, "Look pal; you don't like me, and I don't like you. But if you don't let Roadbuster get out of here and get fixed up, you'll never have the chance to clobber him in a fair fight." He smiles, "And I know that it's been eating you that Onslaught was the one that battered him."

Soldier growls, then drags the groaning lackey into the office...

Mustang says, "Look, kid, we both know that if Roadbuster leaves here in plain sight, heads are going to roll."

Jazz runs into the area as quickly as posible, his stylish legs moving with ease. He notices the guard lackey on the floor as he runs and jumps over him heading to where Roadbuster is. "ON my way pally boy!" he says seeing Mustang nearby and keeping his senses aware of that..

Streetwise pulls out his photon gun, "No-one has to see anything at all. Not for at least ten minutes." He changes the setting down to simple high intensity light, "Think we can swing that?"

Patrol Guards rush in from behind Jazz, aiming their rifles at the Autobots. "Hold it!"

Mustang says, "Put your flashlight down, kid. You use that thing in here, and when everyone starts screaming for help, the guards outside will come charging in."

Mustang says, "And then you've gotta make it through Commune Square. Good freakin' luck."

Streetwise growls something but lowers his weapon. He thinks for a moment, "Think they'd let us out with a hostage? Someone REAL important?" he grins, wickedly.

Mustang smiles. "In the final analysis, everyone's expendable."

Mustang says, "If you think you're going to be able to get him through the front door, you're dead wrong. Nobody in this room is going to let you."

Streetwise raises an optic ridge, "Who said we were going through the front door?"

Mustang looks around at the guards, most of whom have their weapons trained on Streetwise. "Now why don't you turn around, and take that junkpile back to the brig."

Streetwise considers Mustang's words and something finally clicks in his supposedly intelligent brain. He nods slowly. "Oh yeah. No way I'm going out that door. I guess I might as well give myself up, huh?" He glances towards the interior of the garrison.

Mustang gives Streetwise a firm shove towards the brig. "Move it, buddy."

Streetwise reels slightly from the shove and grabs the still stricken 'bot. He starts to pull Roadbuster towards his cell,

Patrol Guards decide to leave, thinking Mustang has it under his control.

Mustang glances back at the troops, thinking for a moment. "You two, come with me," he calls out, dragging along a couple of the more timid guards.

Streetwise continues to pull Roadbuster in the general direction of both his cell and the inside of the garrison.

Mustang looks around, once the group reaches the cells. Tapping a button to slide the doors shut, he turned to face the Autobots. "Now, then, your Photon Pistol..." Staring straight at Streetwise, he closed his optics tightly.

Roadbuster has a missile launcher on his right shoulder still...hrm...

Streetwise grins and lowers Roadbuster back to the floor. He summons his weapon from subspace, and quickly snaps off two rounds straight into the guard's optics. They fall to the ground, clutching at their faces.

Mustang casually opens his eyes, once the blurry bright light fades, and shakes his head in frustration. "You'll need to do a bit better than that.
Mustang says, "They're still conscious."

Streetwise shrugs and kicks each of the guards in the head until they stop whining, "Good enough?"

Mustang says, "Almost."

Guard Lackeys growl. "What are you talkin about!? Kill em!!"

Guard Lackeys groans.

Mustang looks at the wreckage that is Roadbuster. "There are only a couple thigns left to discuss."

Streetwise nods, "Go ahead."

Mustang says, "First - you make slaggin' *sure* he knows who got his aft out of here."

Streetwise raises his hands, "Not a problem. Hell, the big guy knows I couldn't do it alone."

Mustang says, "Secondly, when you leave this place, you do it slowly, quietly, and exactly as I tell you."

Streetwise nods, "Ok. Slow, quiet and we do it your way. Not a problem."

Mustang lays out a simple plan for the Autobots. The prisoners put up a final struggle before getting tossed into their cells. Some guards were badly injured - that was what the flashes were.

Mustang says, "You're taking the injured to the medical sector. Got it?"

Streetwise nods, "Got it. Under orders from General Onslaught?"

Mustang pulls over a large gurney. "This is where jeep-boy goes. You're going to be wearing *their* armor," he grunts, pointing to the two unconscious guards.

Mustang says, "That should get you past security, especially if you claim that the injuries are serious enough to warrant immediate care."

Mustang looks around. "There's only one loose thread left."

Streetwise starts pulling plates from the guards immediatley and looks at Roadbuster, "Hell, if he doesn't need immediate care, I don't know what does." He looks back at Mustang, "Loose thread?"

Mustang says, "Get armored up, first."

Mustang says, "Remember, once you're at Commune Square, get underground. No guardians there, and you can move clear across the city without worrying about guards."

Streetwise strips the guards armour bare and puts it on his own chassis. He loads Roadbuster onto the gurney (with considerable effort and this time a little more care), before standing in front of Mustang. "Not a problem. I know exactly where I'm taking him."

Mustang looks down for a moment. "The last thing you need to do is quite simple. If they find me - and them - here, awake and alert, then they'll know there was a problem."

Mustang says, "There can be no witnesses for this event."

Guard Lackeys groan, one of them stirring.

Mustang looks down at the guard, then at Streetwise. "I take it you know what you have to do."

Streetwise nods slowly, "Strange as this may sound, I'm not actually going to take any pleasure in this." He kicks the lackey again and draws back a fist.

Mustang closes his optics. "Neither am I."

Guard Lackey groans again.

Streetwise brings his fist around into Mustang's face with as much force as his small frame can muster. There is an audible clang as it strikes.

Streetwise then gives the lackey an extremely hard kick to the head, sending him back to the realm of unconsiousness.

Mustang would have been able to withstand the blow, if he were prepared to defend against it. Most likely, it would have missed, anyway. In this situation, however, it met his chin cleanly, whipping his head to the side. The sudden jolt to his cerebral systems forced an immediate temporary shutdown, to effect delecate repairs.

Mustang, thus, soon hit the floor with a muffled *thump*.

Streetwise looks down on Mustang, and nods to himself. He grabs the gurney and starts pushing it towards the door.

Streetwise pushes the gurney out of the door without looking back.