"Approaching the city."
"Good. Keep alert for any Decepticon activity."
Nightbeat kept rolling through the urban sprawl, heading for a certain section of the city. He passed the sign welcoming him to Gotham City, flood lights illuminating the rash of graffiti and one or two bullet holes piercing the sign. It seemed like an appropriate welcome to one of the most corrupt cities in North America. Being relatively new to Earth, Nightbeat decided that before he cut communications with his commanding officer, he should ask the question that had been haunting him ever since his assignment had steered him toward Gotham City.
"Is it true what they say, Jazz?"
"This city," Nightbeat murmured. "They say there's something here."
A brief silence filled the communications link. Instead of laughing at Nightbeat as most bots would, Jazz carefully considered the question. Jazz was a smart and shrewd character, but he had a lot of trust in his hand-picked Special Ops agents.