Summary: (January 2028) An aborted game of storm tag swings into discussion of just where Fusillade literally wants to go with herself – and segues into an offer she cannot refuse. The annoyance of Blitzwing at her commentary last night has given Fusillade an idea. And so, it's on the heels of a powerful, towering monsoon thunderhead over the lush Congo that she patrols, humming a bit to herself. The Lancer sizes up the top of the bloated anviltop, and sends out a radio summons as she closes on the massive storm system. <>=========================== Decepticon ===========================