1/10/2013 05:05 PM The Autobots in disguise, after having spoken to the Priests, were sent to the hospital with some serial numbers for the record files they were looking for. To the hospital they went now, armed guards patrolling the streets. The city seemed darker than usual, and quite quiet. Very few civillians were found around these days. Stormfront picks up the dicebag and rolls against his awareness. Stormfront's roll succeeds! Shark comms to Ratchet over an agreed frequency, "Don't look directly at the big one, drek.. don't look at any Cons." The console beeps to life: NAME RANK LEFT AT: