A Friendly Little Stand-Off
In the still of the night, in the absolute darkness of a city that was running low on reserve power, it was very easy to miss things. The dark armour that the Decepticons wore were particularly effective on these nights. Autobot scouts and guards had been tempted with using advanced scanning technology to better monitor the skies, but the load outs were heavy and cumbersome. Soldiers would all agree they would rather a sturdy weapon over a telescope any day just in case they ever did see something from above.
But for the expert fliers of the Decepticon ranks, the Seekers, there was little fear in either of these situations. Fast, quiet, manoeuvrable, they would glide behind enemy lines with incredible ease. And on a quiet night, on the outskirts of the industrial district, no one would think to pay attention to the lofty jet gliding inside the maintenance tube underneath another simple building.
Even inside the small tunnel, Slipstream flew perfectly.