Beachcomber watches Powerglide charge wrecklessly down the brightly lit corridor of the Decepticon fortress. Windcharger heads for the storage room. Beachcomber shakes his head and looks around. All he can see are several closed doors and more deserted corridors. He can hear nothing at all. The fortress is eerily silent.

I've got to get at least a little more information for Optimus Prime, thinks Beachcomber. Cautiously he opens the door. Uh-oh! The Decepticon Dirge is waiting on the other side of the door! Beachcomber fires at him, but Dirge dodges neatly. "Child's play!" he cries. "When are you going to get a real weapon?"

"Not soon enough," says Beachcomber grimly.

Dirge lunges at Beachcomber and stuns him with a concussion missile. Then he removes the Autobot's right arm, his left arm, and finally his legs. "Hmm. These will make a…decent Decepticon." Finally, Dirge removes Beachcomber's memory tape and plays the last fifteen minutes.

"So," says Dirge, "he's not the only one here. Well, we'll take the power out of Powerglide and the wind out of Windcharger in no time flat."

Dirge flips open his communicator: "Megatron! We have company!"

Megatron, the evil ruler of the Decepticons, listens grimly to Dirge's news. "Find the other Autobots," he orders furiously.

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