Heat rises off of the tarmac as aircraft set down on the runway of what is arguably the world's largest airport. Inside of its terminals, people hurry between gates on their way to destinations around the globe. Hundreds of workers ensure that all the flights run smoothly (well, as smoothly as possible), and airplanes are constantly landing and taking off. All roads may lead to Rome, but all air routes probably lead here, to LAX. Silverbolt soars down into view from the skies above. Silverbolt looks over to Turntail. <> He radios. "Free! Free for you! I have trouble with Autobots also. Come!"