Summary: A group of Decepticons raid for oil... and end up playing catch with grenades Blueshift is currently pacing up and down the medical ward, a look of frustration on his face as he lashes out and lands a punch at a nearby locker, which dents under the impact. "Graar!" he shouts to no-one in particular. "I'm fed UP of this sitting around doing nothing. Where are the plans, where is the action, where is the mindless killing?" He scowls and begins to rub hard at a dent on his wing. He's also still a bit pissed at the latest beating that Briar gave him