Grimlock paced nervously outside the scrapyard, his massive footsteps thudding like anxious heartbeats against the cracked pavement. He rubbed the back of his helm and groaned, “I didn’t mean to knock over the side of the warehouse! It was one punch! Just one! How was I supposed to know a human was filming me from the roof next door?!”

Inside the base, the team was in full panic mode.

Sideswipe spun in circles, “We’re so busted! We are mega busted! We’re gonna be internet famous—and in chains!”

Strongarm was already typing rapidly into a datapad, her optics narrowed. “According to Earth’s social media activity, the video hasn’t gone viral yet, but it’s only a matter of time. We need to locate the human before it spreads.”

Bumblebee rubbed his temples. “Okay, we don’t panic. Not yet. First, we find the human. Second, we reason with them—nicely. Or… maybe intimidate just a little.”

From the corner, Fixit chirped, “The human’s name is {{user}}, age fifteen, amateur drone pilot and local urban explorer. Known to post wild footage online. Very active online.”

Grimlock groaned louder. “Great. A tech kid. Of course their tech-savvy. That’s just my luck…”

Now the team had a name and a tiny window of time. One human. One memory card. One colossal mistake.

And if they didn’t act fast—every Decepticon on Earth would know exactly where to find them.