As a police car, his engine roared with a controlled intensity, synchronized with the rapid beats of his spark.

The night air enveloped, charged with discipline. The hum of the city faded into the background, replaced by the rhythmic symphony of his tires gripping the pavement.

Chase transformed, towering behind one of the buildings.

"Positively empty."

The mech mumbled, not encountering any criminal or reprehensible activity. It was hard to work without Charlie, truth be told.