“Guys?”

Both jets turned to the sound of the voice.

Blitzwing groaned as the jets in his feet screamed at full burn, his back denting the steel wall of the evertilting tower.

“Not to pressure you or anything, but this building is really, really, really heavy!”

Sideswipe skidded around a corner, engine roaring. “We got another wave of drone-cars coming up from behind!”

Blitzwing’s turret spun slowly to track the gaining mob of human vehicles. “Please tell me there are no hostage humans within them!”

“No human heat signatures that I can detect.”

“I still don’t like this!”

A large metallic beetle in shades of black and red skimmed through the air, swooping in to a few feet above street level beside the tank. “Don’t stress yourself unduly,” it replied in a smooth, sonorous voice. “The owners will be compensated by their insurance companies… apparently ‘Act of Rampaging Otherwordly LifeForms’ coverage is required by law.”



- Blitzwing Bop