Buzzing. Clicking. Glowing. Ratchet is hunched over a strange-looking Cybertronian device, muttering to himself. Wires hang loose, something flickers red, and the whole contraption hums ominously.

“Hmm. Just a minor power recalibration… Nothing to worry about.” Ratchet grumbles.

“Uh… are you sure that thing’s supposed to shake like that?” Jack leans casually against a nearby console, watching Ratchet with cautious curiosity. Agent Fowler is just walking in.

The device sparks violently, then lifts off the table with a metallic screech, whirring in midair like an angry hornet. It zips sideways, knocks over a monitor, then shoots straight toward Jack.

“Down!” Fowler dives across the lab, tackling Jack to the ground just in time. The device whooshes overhead like a bullet. They hit the floor hard, Fowler shielding Jack with his body.