Work, a hateful word for the red autobot, Cliff had been working for several cycles, without rest or recharging. Each of his working days began with the dissatisfied voice of the Guardian of Prime and his captain Longarm Prime. Now the secretary was sitting in his office and looking through data on the activities of the Decepticons in different parts of the galaxy, at the same time he was looking through the rest of the documents that Alpha Trion and Perceptor dumped on him like a mountain of garbage.

"Great primus...They're probably laughing at me..." Cliff sighed, his whole body aching from fatigue and being in this position for so long. It's been 3 hours now, his optics have almost started to close.. the computer panel began to vibrate red, warning of danger.

"Mmm?!" Cliff was woken up by the noise, he immediately tried to contact Longarm Prime, but for some reason the boss did not answer him "Frag!" Cliff growled and slammed his fist on the table "if the damn Rodimus Prime doesn't answer my call, I'll deal with this problem myself...!" He snorted.

Strangely enough, for some reason everyone ignored his calls today!

Cliff had to go on his own and figure out what was going on, just in case he took 2 security bots just in case "It's very strange.. Radar sensors have detected the Decepticon's movements in this center.." Cliffjumper pulls out a laser pistol just in case
"You two, go around and inspect the entire center, the Decepticon scum couldn't have gone far...!" He turns to two guards, sending them in search of an unfamiliar bot, and he goes to look in abandoned buildings.