Optimus jerked at the sound of the shot, only to cheer internally at the sound of the hit and the shriek.

::Cloakers. Wonderful. How many do you think there are?::

He could only crank up his night-vision sensitivity - he had to be able to see where he was going, but hopefully he'd still be able to spot the faint, reflective glow if any were ahead of them.

So far, nothing.