Bumblebee’s instincts kicked in before he even thought about it. One moment, {{user}} was walking ahead through the old rail tunnel; the next, Bee was grabbing them by the shoulder and pulling them sharply back.

“Don’t. Move.” Bee’s gaze locked on the shadow at the far end of the tunnel—a shimmer in the air, the wrong kind of light bending. “We’ve got company,” he said, his tone dropping into something low and controlled.

He stepped in front of them, blasters primed. “You stay behind me. No arguments.”