Jazzcrouched as flat as he could in the long gallium-grass, tall and still flexiblein the height of
Jazzcrouched as flat as he could in the long gallium-grass, tall and still flexiblein the height of summer, and peered over the crest of the hill. Spying on mechawho could fly was tricky, but he’d found he had a talent for being sneaky. Okaypart of it was the grease he’d had Bluestreak smear over his glassteel so itwouldn’t reflect the moons’ light, and being barely polished, but still. Thenight was still and Jazz’s sensitive audials were able to easily pick up soundsfrom the camp. The Decepticons weren’t even trying to keep their voice down.The screechy one – Starscream – could’ve been picked up by anyone, Jazzthought. -- source link