In one of the coastlines of Kanto, there was movement:
Two figures were observing the vast ocean in front of them, waiting for... something. One of them was clad in
silver armor with yellow shoulder pads and a yellow stripe running vertically down the middle of the helmet, while the other was in
complete white armor with an orange visor covering his entire face. Both of them carried a weapon in both of their hands, and this weapon was trained on the island in the horizon.
The sound of a radio activating broke the silence. The silver-armored one answered the signal immediately, and was greeted by the voice of the being.
"Have they arrived yet?"
Silver Armor chose not to answer, instead activating the optical zoom in his helmet. He could see movement on the volcanic island, but not too much movement.
"Agent Washington! Have they arrived yet?"
"I'm not sure," Washington answered curtly, "I can see something on that island, but it's too far away to confirm any-"
"That's them," the being said, "it can be nobody else."
Washington had his doubts, "How can you be sure? All you told us is that your spiders were there when they said they were going here. This place is a continent; they could be an-"
"Why do you think I Aported you to this coastline and told you to wait until my next signal? That's them. There can be nobody else."
Washington maximized the zoom on his visor, but still could not get a clear image.
"If it is them, then what? Do we just wait for them to cross the ocean?"
"You'll do exactly that. They will doubtless think of a means to depart from the island, but until then, you have a head start in finding the piece. Begin to search. You will soon find yourself with assistance from another."
The connection went dead at the end of that sentence. Washington looked at the white armored one, who was known as Agent Maine, but most knew of him as the Meta. Meta gave a few low growls after Washington finished speaking to the being.
"He said that it was them that were on the island, but I'm a bit skeptical as to how he could have known this."
Another growl. "I don't think he would be so thorough as to place spiders everywhere on this continent. Even if he did, that's a decent-sized island. I don't think the spider could be able to find them so quickly."
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"We appear to have run into a snag."
Bonecrusher stared at Ravage, who was flying down and shifting back into his normal form. "
A snag?" the Constructicon growled, "
That's an understatement. We're cut off from the rest of this continent, and I can't think of a safe way for us to cross this ocean. I don't shift into a massive boat or flight machine, lest you forget. And the longer it takes for us to get to the mainland, the better the chance of whatever enemy we're dealing with has of finding the parts!"