"Don't worry," says Blaster. "My sensors can detect the smallest radio transmission. Starscream's a blabbermouth. I'll pick him up soon." In the next instant there is a high-pitched whining noise. "That's him!" he says. "Bumblebee, turn right!"

"But Decepticon headquarters is in the other direction!" says Bumblebee.

"Maybe so, but I'm getting a transmission from Starscream. It's definitely on the right."

Bumblebee turns right. Soon he and his passengers are on the outskirts of a large city. There are a few houses with thick, green lawns, and a few larger buildings.

The high-pitched whining has become a scream. "Stop, Bumblebee," says Blaster. "We're there."

"Where's there?" says Bumblebee. "As near as I can tell, we're in the middle of some suburb. There's no sign of Starscream or any other Decepticon."

"The transmissions indicate he is quite close."

"Look!" says Buster. He points to a sign. It says AIR MUSEUM - AUTHENTIC FIGHTER PLANES.

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