Illyana sighed in relief and smiled. "No problem, Boss. I'll swat those rich brats who provoke you to death."
"Good idea."
Andrew laughed. "In that case, let's look around. Something fun will happen soon."
Illyana asked curiously, "Something fun? Does it have to do with those glasses?"
"Yes," Andrew said with a smile. "These glasses worth a thousand bucks will soon get us a sports car worth over a hundred thousand dollars. One that can transform, too."
"A sports car that can transform?"
Illyana looked a little surprised. "Then I really have to see it."
"Come on. Let's tour the sights in Los Angeles and take some more pictures while we're at it."
Andrew stood up. "If we don't take them now, we might not get another chance."
Illyana froze for a moment, then realized that a disaster was about to strike Los Angeles.
Illyana felt no pity. Instead, she was eager. She wasn't a superhero; she was a Witch from Hell.
Andrew and Illyana then toured the sights of Los Angeles, taking pictures. A little over an hour later, a police car quietly began following them.
The police car was the Decepticon Barricade. The officer in the driver's seat was a disguise he had created with a holographic projection. He wasn't in a hurry to attack and kept tailing Andrew, waiting for him to go somewhere deserted.
Andrew noticed Barricade the instant he appeared, but paid him no mind and kept taking pictures.
Meanwhile, at the Defense Bureau's Los Angeles Branch, Tony, Steve, Ultron, and the others were watching footage of the battle at Qatar Base. Although Blackout had jammed the signals, successive disasters had led to considerable improvements in American military technology, allowing some footage to be preserved.
At first, Blackout was in the form of a heavy