Nightbeat fades off into the background, and good riddance, because he doesn't match anything at all, right now. "I can't make much sense of the guy; but do let me know if you find anything out." Jetfire hehs softly. "Consider yourselves excused at your leisure." Leaving the others to chat as it is, the air guardian turns to head back into his personal lab, probably to start looking up schematics for the security shielding. Or work more on repairing his busted weapons. Jetfire has left. AUTOBOT FLASHY *Dun dun da dun, dun!* AUTOBOT FLASHY Salsa facepalms behind him. Andi Lassiter BEGIN MONTAGE