Detroit was getting a little too exciting, what with the island of crazy dino-robots and the Autobots who liked to pop over from Cybertron. So Mix hauled Scrapper onto a boat, and they got outta there.

Mix didn't pay attention to little details like where the boat was going, so the ride went on a lot longer than he expected. Then they found themselves on a concrete pier in the brightest damn city Mix had ever seen. Hottest, too - heat waves rose from the ground everywhere he looked.

"Huh." Scrapper wasn't much of a conversationalist, but he summed up Mix's feelings about the place pretty good.

"Let's get back on the boat," Mix decided.

"Hey," Scrapper said suddenly, rising up on the ends of his feet. "You smell that?"

"... Smells like oil. A lot of oil."

They shared a grin and wandered off to investigate. Hey, this place at least beat Detroit. No one had tried to shoot at them yet.