He had meant to call his Prowl, but one or two numbers wrong across the multiverse lands him here. Not that Jazz knows it yet. :: Hey Prowl, quick question ::
In a different situation, Prowl would have probably been much more wary andmuch more careful with responding – and he certainly would have noticed that itwasn’t a comm frequency he knew.
Unfortunately, the call woke him up from deep recharge and whoever was talking,in tactician’s mind sounded vaguely familiar, even if he couldn’t quite figureout who exactly this voice reminded him of. So before Prowl’s processor, still sluggish from recharge, managed to fullycomprehend the situation, he simply said the first thing that came to his mind.
::Yes?::
Wait.
Who the frag he was talking with…?












