A spec in the sky could just be a buzzard searching for it's next feast, Or a hawk hunting for a nice rabbit but at this distance could be almost anything. Buzzsaw floats on the updrafts as he searches for his own pray, Watching for any sign... A whisper of a rumor sent him searching this part of america and has kept him here for the last fifteen hours but nothing yet... But it's all a matter of time as he continues his vigil.First Aid falls forward, arms sliding in and legs flipping about, transforming into an ambulance. Crosscheck quickly shifts to his robot mode.