Eight Tiny Reindeer and a Gold Sleigh CF-130 Super Hercules is sitting there, music rockin' out (Sounds like Beatles actually) as his props lay idle, his loading ramp down and tail risen up to make it easier to load large crates by the crew below. "Hurry up!" he bellows over his music. Not in anger or impatience, just a reminder they were on a schedule. "Autobots!" "BWAHAHAHA!" she gloats, speeding along- alright, so the other, flying Decepticons might have a better view than she does. And it might not be much of an ambush with her gloating so, but damn if she isn't enthusiastic. * KAFWOOSH!*